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13 Graves of Edinburgh, a collection for October

My every trip to the Scottish capital seems to include a jolly ramble around a cemetery or two, so I thought I should compile a little list of some of my favourite graves.  (Surely I'm not the only one who has such things?)

 

Sir George MacKenzie of Rosehaugh (Greyfriars) 1691

The Haunting of Nun's Bridge

This is the story of the haunting of Nun's Bridge in Thetford, Norfolk - the nearest town to my childhood home.  In the 17th century, at the height of Matthew Hopkins' reign of terror, the bridge was the site of the town's ducking stool ... yet this tale concerns neither nuns nor witches.

 

 


 

 

The Landwights

Somerset is awash with mystical, historical & just plain weird places, with Myths & legends, spirits & inexplicable traditions: the ghosts of the Battle of Sedgemoor & of Shepton gaol, the witch of Wookey Hole, castles aplenty, phantom horsemen & the stone circles of Stanton Drew.

Further Musings upon Merfolk

At this time of year, when the sun begins to shed the merest hint of heat upon one's back, I invariably start thinking that I should be making all things merfolk.  So out comes the pile of background reading

 

I also began mentioning the subject to friends, who have added their stories to the mix.  I especially like the one shared by Linda Duriez from Days of Grace (fabulous vintage clothes shop in Budleigh Salterton), who told me about the Mermaid of Nately Scures in her native Hampshire:

The Witch in Spring , by Theodora Goss

Wake up, wake up! say the first snowdrops. Their green stems poke through the snow, and their delicate hanging bells quiver in the cold air. All winter, you have been curled into yourself, like a fox in its den. You have drunk teas or tisanes, wrapped blankets around yourself, written in your journal—because winter is all about inner journeys, about dreams and imagination and that mysterious central core of ourselves that we call the soul. You have been curled up around that core, doing the work of being. But now it’s spring, and it’s time to wake up again.

A Confession

Today, a true story - although whether you choose to believe is another matter. Nonetheless, I promise you 'tis indeed what happened.

 


 

The Wheel of the Year Turns towards Spring

With Imbolc behind us & the snowdrops nodding palely beneath the hedges, it really does feel like the wheel has turned and that we are heading into Spring (although I am obviously tempting fate, & we will thus have another two months of frosts. Sorry!)

 

 

Tales of the Circus - Daskarzine

Daskarzine had seen much of the world before she ever joined the Itinerant Bizarrium, for she was once a rather successful singer.  From fjord-rooted folkie she grew to be a musician of international repute, although of course her name was entirely different back then. She  toured many countries on many continents, from Andorra to Antigua, Venezuela to Vanuatu seducing young & old alike with the ethereal beauty of her voice.

The Multiplication of Spirit Dolls

My latest dive into the fabulously esoteric world of Morbid Anatomy has been a class entitled "Enchanted Matter, Ensouled Objects, & Bodily Possession" - summed up on their site as:

The Bizarrium Express Pt.2

Can I tempt you aboard a train bound for lands mysterious? A train filled with curious folk, all linked to a missing explorer....

Peaches d'Vyne

Appearances can be deceptive, & Peaches is far from the fragile young thing you might assume.  Alongside her renown as a teacher of shibari, she is also rightly famed as an accomplished dirigible pilot - and it is the latter role that she has been dispatched.  At the end of the line await an airship & many coils of rope.  Rescuer or kidnapper?


Alexander von Rothmeier

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