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Ahh, you noticed the poster for tonight’s event — let me pour you a Banish Misfortune stout while I tell you about it … We’ve got a new contradance band here on the Estate. Drink Down The Moon is the … Continue reading →

Englishman Dr. Samuel Johnson’s dictionary once slammed porridge by defining oats as ‘a grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.’ Obviously he never had a good bowl of hot porridge with applesauce … Continue reading →

Dear Anna, I was lusting after a wee dram of Laphroig very late one night as I wasn’t sleeping well so I got dressed, left my sweet wife sleeping, and made my way to the Pub. As you know, it … Continue reading →

The stability of the Glitter Band depends on social cohesion, Mister Garlin. We don’t have standing armies, we don’t have a citizen militia. Even the local constabularies constitute a vanishingly small proportion of our population. But this system only functions … Continue reading →

I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.― Seanan McGuire’s A Local Habitation I smelled something terribly enticing in the hallway out of our Kitchen. So I handed Pub duties over to Finch and got myself down there for … Continue reading →

Gutmansdottir, our resident expert on The Wild Wood that forms an impossibly large region of this Scottish Estate, has a new theory on what is and why it contains literally multitudes of very queer things from Herne the God of … Continue reading →

If we’ve left the impression with you that we’ve only encountered only Green Men on this Scottish Estate down the centuries, that’s not correct. There’re stories about The Green Lady in Sleeping Hedgehog, our Estate community newsletter, as far back … Continue reading →

Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood. — Jane Yolen in her Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie & Folklore in the Literature of Childhood We’ve a long tradition here on the Kinrowan Estate of giving storytellers who make it here … Continue reading →

He. Does there have to be a he? It seems weak and unoriginal doesn’t it,  for stories told by girls to always have a he? ― Rinsai Rossetti’s The Girl With Borrowed Wings