Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Going to Build a Castle…
I have arranged with a friend of mine to go and help build a castle in France. We saw a demonstration of medieval skills recently at Bodium and I was intrigued with the project. Apparently a wealthy Frenchman who likes to restore old chateaux decided he wanted to build one from scratch using the authentic skills and designs of the 13th Century. They started Guedelon Castle in 1997 and expect the project to take 25 years in total, so they are only half way through. They welcome volunteers who want to participate and learn techniques and experience the living archaeology of the site, so we put our names down and we are due to go at the end of October. I am really excited about the project.
With Bells On…
We went to the annual Aldbury Morris Weekend Away that this year was based at Worcester, a lovely city with a great cathedral and fabulous old cobbled streets lined with rickety old buildings.
As is the want at this event we got well oiled the first night as they took over the bar and sang and played music. I was unable to make breakfast in the morning but soon perked up at the first destination on our tour once I had a hair of the dog, and then there was no stopping us. We travelled around many of the beautiful villages in the area, the side singing and dancing with a little drinking to lubricate the voice and knees.
The side even danced out for a wedding in a quaint village for a bemused party of well-wishers and a handsome couple.
As is the want at this event we got well oiled the first night as they took over the bar and sang and played music. I was unable to make breakfast in the morning but soon perked up at the first destination on our tour once I had a hair of the dog, and then there was no stopping us. We travelled around many of the beautiful villages in the area, the side singing and dancing with a little drinking to lubricate the voice and knees.
The side even danced out for a wedding in a quaint village for a bemused party of well-wishers and a handsome couple.
Sue’s Birthday…
We went out to dinner and an open air Shakespeare at Guildford on the big day and we are going to go to the Globe to see another play, not Shakespeare, this time it is The God of Soho, which we are looking forward to.
The following weekend we had the family around and Sue cooked a roast beef dinner for them that included vegetables from the allotment and a wicked horseradish sauce that I make to a Mrs Beaton’s recipe.
The following weekend we had the family around and Sue cooked a roast beef dinner for them that included vegetables from the allotment and a wicked horseradish sauce that I make to a Mrs Beaton’s recipe.
More of wot I have heard…
Deleted Scenes from the Cutting Room Floor by Caro Emerald
This is a modern interpretation of jazz and swing music by a talented Dutch singer. I had downloaded her latest single for Sue, but when she heard the album at a friend’s party she just had to have it. It is a great upbeat sound that is ideal for a gathering or celebration.
This is a modern interpretation of jazz and swing music by a talented Dutch singer. I had downloaded her latest single for Sue, but when she heard the album at a friend’s party she just had to have it. It is a great upbeat sound that is ideal for a gathering or celebration.
More of wot I have read…
Awakened Mage by Karen Miller
This was the second book in the Kingmaker Kingbreaker series and it continued in the same vein as the first. It drags a little and is frustrating for not explaining the reason why the conflict exists between the main characters or what the background for the world is. In the end the resolution seems rushed and unsatisfactory. It maybe that there are other books that give this information but I haven’t read them.
‘The evil foretold has risen… …and we are all that stands between it and the end.
Asher has come a long way for a fisherman’s son. Together with his friend Prince Gar, he has defended their kingdom against its bitterest enemy, but at great cost.
Now, the evil mage Morg is preparing for his most deadly assault. Desperate, trapped in a broken body, Morg has little time and fewer scruples. And he has a plan.
As Gar and Asher unwittingly fall into a dangerous deception, Morg gets ever closer to his goal. And his victory would be particularly sweet – for who better to destroy the kingdom than the two who would give anything to save it?’
The Black Magician Trilogy by Trudi Canavan
This is sword and sorcery book in the traditional sense which spends most of its time exploring the relationship between the main charter and those about her with less attention on the wider world view. It is engaging and well written but as it is spread over three books it can sometimes drag a little, and if you want action in your stories you might be disappointed with this. It seems to be leaning more towards teen fiction for the genre rather than for the adult market.
Book One: The Magicians’ Guild
‘The old magician paused. ‘If this young woman is a natural, we should expect her to be more powerful than our average novice, possibly even more powerful than the average magician.’
Each year, the magicians of Imardin gather together to purge the city streets of vagrants and miscreants. Masters of the disciplines of magic, they know that no ordinary lowlife can oppose them. But their protective shield is not as impenetrable as they think.
Sonea, angry, frustrated and outraged by the treatment of her family and friends, throws a stone at the shield, putting all her rage behind it. She is amazed when it sails unrestricted through the barrier and knocks a magician unconscious.
The Guild’s worst fear has been realised. There is an untrained magician loose in Imardin who must be found before her uncontrolled powers can destroy herself and the city.’
Book Two: The Novice
‘The most important attribute of a magician is knowledge. Without it his strength is useless.’ The magician’s eyes flickered to Sonea, ‘Even if his powers surface of their own accord, he will soon be dead if he does not gain the knowledge of how to control them.
Sonea knows the other novices in the Magicians’ Guild all come from powerful families, but she also knows she can turn to Rothen and Dannyl for help when she needs it. That is, until somone starts spreading malicious rumours about her — and Akkarin, The High Lord, steps in.
Promoted to Guild Ambassador, Lord Dannyl leaves for the Elyne court. His first order from Administrator Lorlen is to resume, in secret, High Lord Akkarin’s long-abandoned research into ancient magical knowledge. Not knowing the true reason for his journey, Dannyl is soon facing unexpected dangers.
Meanwhile, Sonea has almost forgotten the High Lord’s dark secret, but keeping the truth hidden may be a grave mistake.’
Book Three: The High Lord
‘‘Why are you showing me these books?’ Akkarin’s eyes bored into her own, and she looked away. ‘You want to know the truth,’ he said. He was right. Part of her wanted to ignore the books. But she did want to know.
In the city of Imardin, where those who wield magic wield power, a young street-girl, adopted by the Magician’s Guild, finds herself at the centre of a terrible plot that may destroy the entire world…
Sonea has learned much at the magicians’ guild and the other novices now treat her with a grudging respect. But she cannot forget what she witnessed in the High Lord’s underground room – or his warning that the realm’s ancient enemy is growing in power once more. As Sonea learns more, she begins to doubt her guildmaster’s word. Could the truth really be as terrifying as Akkarin claims, or is he trying to trick her into assisting in some unspeakably dark scheme?’
This was the second book in the Kingmaker Kingbreaker series and it continued in the same vein as the first. It drags a little and is frustrating for not explaining the reason why the conflict exists between the main characters or what the background for the world is. In the end the resolution seems rushed and unsatisfactory. It maybe that there are other books that give this information but I haven’t read them.
‘The evil foretold has risen… …and we are all that stands between it and the end.
Asher has come a long way for a fisherman’s son. Together with his friend Prince Gar, he has defended their kingdom against its bitterest enemy, but at great cost.
Now, the evil mage Morg is preparing for his most deadly assault. Desperate, trapped in a broken body, Morg has little time and fewer scruples. And he has a plan.
As Gar and Asher unwittingly fall into a dangerous deception, Morg gets ever closer to his goal. And his victory would be particularly sweet – for who better to destroy the kingdom than the two who would give anything to save it?’
The Black Magician Trilogy by Trudi Canavan
This is sword and sorcery book in the traditional sense which spends most of its time exploring the relationship between the main charter and those about her with less attention on the wider world view. It is engaging and well written but as it is spread over three books it can sometimes drag a little, and if you want action in your stories you might be disappointed with this. It seems to be leaning more towards teen fiction for the genre rather than for the adult market.
Book One: The Magicians’ Guild
‘The old magician paused. ‘If this young woman is a natural, we should expect her to be more powerful than our average novice, possibly even more powerful than the average magician.’
Each year, the magicians of Imardin gather together to purge the city streets of vagrants and miscreants. Masters of the disciplines of magic, they know that no ordinary lowlife can oppose them. But their protective shield is not as impenetrable as they think.
Sonea, angry, frustrated and outraged by the treatment of her family and friends, throws a stone at the shield, putting all her rage behind it. She is amazed when it sails unrestricted through the barrier and knocks a magician unconscious.
The Guild’s worst fear has been realised. There is an untrained magician loose in Imardin who must be found before her uncontrolled powers can destroy herself and the city.’
Book Two: The Novice
‘The most important attribute of a magician is knowledge. Without it his strength is useless.’ The magician’s eyes flickered to Sonea, ‘Even if his powers surface of their own accord, he will soon be dead if he does not gain the knowledge of how to control them.
Sonea knows the other novices in the Magicians’ Guild all come from powerful families, but she also knows she can turn to Rothen and Dannyl for help when she needs it. That is, until somone starts spreading malicious rumours about her — and Akkarin, The High Lord, steps in.
Promoted to Guild Ambassador, Lord Dannyl leaves for the Elyne court. His first order from Administrator Lorlen is to resume, in secret, High Lord Akkarin’s long-abandoned research into ancient magical knowledge. Not knowing the true reason for his journey, Dannyl is soon facing unexpected dangers.
Meanwhile, Sonea has almost forgotten the High Lord’s dark secret, but keeping the truth hidden may be a grave mistake.’
Book Three: The High Lord
‘‘Why are you showing me these books?’ Akkarin’s eyes bored into her own, and she looked away. ‘You want to know the truth,’ he said. He was right. Part of her wanted to ignore the books. But she did want to know.
In the city of Imardin, where those who wield magic wield power, a young street-girl, adopted by the Magician’s Guild, finds herself at the centre of a terrible plot that may destroy the entire world…
Sonea has learned much at the magicians’ guild and the other novices now treat her with a grudging respect. But she cannot forget what she witnessed in the High Lord’s underground room – or his warning that the realm’s ancient enemy is growing in power once more. As Sonea learns more, she begins to doubt her guildmaster’s word. Could the truth really be as terrifying as Akkarin claims, or is he trying to trick her into assisting in some unspeakably dark scheme?’
Shakespeare in the Park…
Guildford Shakespeare Company presents Much Ado About Nothing at the Guildford Castle
On Sue’s birthday this year we went into Guildford after work to eat and be merry. I had bought tickets to an open air production of Shakespeare and we originally intended to have a picnic, but the weather was looking dodgy so we went to Jamie Oliver’s Italian restaurant instead and had a fabulous meal. Then we walked up to the Guildford Castle grounds where a small crowd had gathered for the boutique performance arranged around the bandstand. The weather stayed fine and we had an added treat of watching a hot air balloon skimming the roof tops as it sailed majestically overhead.
On Sue’s birthday this year we went into Guildford after work to eat and be merry. I had bought tickets to an open air production of Shakespeare and we originally intended to have a picnic, but the weather was looking dodgy so we went to Jamie Oliver’s Italian restaurant instead and had a fabulous meal. Then we walked up to the Guildford Castle grounds where a small crowd had gathered for the boutique performance arranged around the bandstand. The weather stayed fine and we had an added treat of watching a hot air balloon skimming the roof tops as it sailed majestically overhead.
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