Port Naain has many quaint customs, and few quainter than the foam runners of the Three Mills Beck. It is not often they get to practice their esoteric sport but if they do, it is worth watching. You might notice that on a river with eddies and whirls, you can get foam on the water. … More Having a ball
It was late to be disturbed. Or perhaps it was damned early. Admittedly as a poet I’d regularly worked later, but it’s not often people hammer on the door to the barge at an hour before sunrise. Not only that but it was a civilised tide and Shena had commented as we went to bed … More A knock on the door.
Madam Celeria Haren had been properly brought up. She had, in her youth, attended Dame Ralash’s school for ‘young maidens of humble family up to the age of thirteen.’ Thus and so, this is how she had entered my life. She was a generation older than my lady wife, but when Shena had decided to … More Properly brought up