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...A Far Green Country...




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... at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise...



And a couple of written things:

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I went back to the old editor. The new one seems to lack an undo button, which I need!

... also I think switching editor broke the picture.  Oh well.

Brythen

Someone out searching for Brythen found his body this morning.  He was in a field we had searched but in the middle where the long grass hid him.  I think he must have jumped into the field after a deer and had a heart attack almost immediately.

At least I know.   I've been out searching basically since Sunday and so have huge numbers of other people who all turned out to help.  People came from all around and drove up from Plymouth to help search and his poster was shared all over the country in case someone had stolen him.  I just wish, I wish they had found him alive.  

I'm trying to tell myself that it is better to know, and better to go quickly.  I should have done better keeping him safe. 

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Could someone kindly comment on this?

I've had a few problems with LJ refusing my email validation,  I've just done it again but I'm not sure if it worked. 

Also trying the new post editor.  Seems OK I spose. 

Oh!  It has share buttons!  I'm not sure if I like that.   Oh, OK, you can turn it off. 

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More writing of the Tolkien Things

Yet more Return to Aman stories I have wrote.

Shadows Cast by Memory (8,481 words)
In which Maglor, returned to Tol Eressëa with Elrond and Frodo, meets two heroes of Gondolin, recalls Elrond's thoughts on the Downfall of Númenor, injures Fingon and loses a horse-race (barely).

Among the Ainur and Other Animals (14,586 words, wtf, self??)
Maglor meets Nimloth of Doriath, and is surprised. Elrond and Bilbo go to Valimar, and meet Ingwion, leader of the Vanyar Host from the War of Wrath, Indis and Melian. Elrond gets rather cross and channels his inner Maiar. Bilbo is sensible. And Eönwë, Herald of the Valar, brings news.

I can't resist the temptation to look at the 11 stories in this series and try to draw conclusions from the numbers.  For a while, it looked like stories with female characters / focus tended to get less interest, but the last one seems to have disproved that theory so the only one I am left with is that people like Maglor and are more likely to view or kudos stories with him in them.   Also that people who read a story right away are more likely to comment or kudos it than people who drift by a week or so later.   I wonder why. 

Burgers in Trerulefoot

Yesterday, after canoeing, we stopped to eat at an ‘American themed’  cafe.

It had cactuses and American flags, adverts for Coca Cola and Dr Pepper, posters showing guitars and rockstars*, and chairs covered in fake cow-skin, neon signs in the windows, and signs on the wall advertising Harley-Davidson and Chevrolet and Southern Comfort and random signs on the walls saying ‘Michigan’ ‘Tennessee’ or ‘Wyoming’.


We went in and they told us sadly they had run out of fizzy drinks.  They had plenty of Cornish beer and cider and J20 though, so that was all right.  Also there was HP Sauce on each table, and the bacon was delightfully crispy.   Pp had gammon, egg and chips, waving away the maple syrup that they offered to add to make it somehow more American.   I was braver and had a burger with pulled pork and bacon.

Somehow, it felt like the most British place I have ever been.  If it had been a village pub with morris dancers, it would not have been so British. :-D

*at least 50% of the rockstars were British, however, presumably on the grounds that we can only know that they are rockstars if we recognise them.  I am not complaining, as I could have done with seeing slightly less of Cher's pubic regions while eating.   Presumably this is part of the Experience.

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Sounds of Earth


I just heard this song by Jim Moray randomly on the radio and absolutely loved it.  So I'm putting it here so I can find it, and on the offchance anyone else should like it too.   Its the story of the Voyager Golden Records, (and a love story between two of the people who worked on it) as a song. 

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Who the hell is this spam aimed at?

"Dear Friend,
How are you, my friend? This is just courteous greetings and follow-up. We wish you and your families happiness and prosperity. And we'd like to enclose price list for our defibrillators FYI. If you are interesting in any of these products, please tell our item name and quantity so that we give you our best prices. We are also wondering if you have any new inquires on other medical equipment?"

The font is Comic Sans

Defibrillators. Defibrillators.

Who buys defibrillators from a wandering internet defibrillator salesman who writes in Comic Sans?

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The River-woman's Daughter


Goldberry and her mother with waterlilies. 

Tintagel

An old friend is on holiday in Cornwall, so we agreed to meet up and wander around Tintagel.
I don't normally venture to a touristic spot in July!  It was busy. (I knew it would be, so for possibly the first and last time in my life, I actually arrived somewhere first and had to hang about. Fortunately, there are lots of places to get icecream in  Tintagel, and about 999999999 friendly dogs to talk to, so I was well occupied eating icecream and petting friendly dogs.  I could have quite happily done that all day.

The tide was low, so we went and had a look in Merlin's Cave:


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Saltash to Wilcove

On Friday evening, we decided to set off from Saltash and go downstream.  The nice thing about launching from Saltash is that it's practically seaside down there, so the water is clear and salt and the bottom is all sandy and there is no mud!  The slightly alarming thing is that the river is wide down there, so it can get a bit windy, and there are a lot of boats.  If you go down towards Plymouth, there are frigates and submarines, too.   I find  being in a canoe and sharing a river with a frigate a bit alarming!

 But fortunately there were not many boats moving on a Friday evening, and all of them were tiny.  The wind was quite calm too, so we crossed the Tamar just downstream of the railway bridge, went downstream and found ourselves outside the naval dockyard.  We weren't sure quite how close to it we were supposed to paddle, so we crossed the river to the Cornwall side again, which was much less daunting.

I forgot to bring the SD card for my camera, so you'll have to imagine the three egrets, the heron and the oyster-catchers, and the deep clear green water under the trees leaning down from the rocky shoreline.    We went downstream a little, then went around into a cove, where we saw a labrador sitting sadly by the river waiting for its person to stop doing other things and throw a ball into the water.  The labrador's person told us that the village was called Wilcove.   I've never been there before, so we paddled in to have a look, and found that it had a pub, and a driveway going behind the pub that was currently underwater.  I liked seeing the cars parked as far up as they could go, unable to escape until the tide went down.

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