So that was 2024
Dec. 28th, 2024 09:52 pm( Read more... )
Having realised that at some point we are probably not going to be up to lugging piles of books up and down stairs, we are futureproofing and getting a lift. But I felt that probably Theo would be very enthusiastic about Helping With The Lift, and that this might not be the fastest way for the work to get done, so I collected the hounds and invited myself to visit my mother for a week.
It's taken me a while to complete this: arrival of puppy proved timeconsuming.
After part 1...
Pan out from the quest for the Numenorean Prince Irimon to a wider scale:the great unknown lands in the East of Middle-earth, for there are many forces moving as Sauron's plans begin to fruit and grow, in Raku, across the great grassy Plains of Alcar, in the great Harad desert and as far south as Ibavi. We moved to a Huge Map, where we could see the many forces moving.
This is partly because I and Rosie went away with my Mum to stay for a week in Maldon, which is where she was born and lived until she was 18 and wiped the Essex mud off her feet with alacrity, to go off to university.
Although Mum still has cousins in Maldon, and we've seen them occasionally, I'd only actually been to Maldon once, when I was... probably about six? For a family wedding. I can remember almost nothing about the place from that visit but a vague impression of mud. This proved to be accurate, as far as it went, although actually Maldon is considerably more pleasant as a place to visit than I was expecting.
First of all, if you ever need to go from Cornwall to Maldon, do not go on a Friday. The route involves the M5 (holiday traffic going home and on holiday) the M4 (Contraflows as far as the eye can see!) and the M25, which as we all know is specifically designed to be the shape of the character Odegra, meaning “Hail the Great Beast, Devourer of Worlds” in the language of the Black Priesthood of Ancient Mu. Then after that you get to do the A414 which for a busy multi-carriageway A road is in appalling poor condition, and has so many holes and patches that driving on it at more than 60, which everyone does, feels like it's going to shake you apart.
Happy Easter!
I have taken about 999 photos of various expeditions I keep meaning to at least mention here but in the meanwhile, I shall just note that my sister has been visiting from Canada, and so yesterday we first went for a Rosie-Led Walk, in which Rosie led us Up and Up until there was no more Up available and then we had great difficulty persuading her to go back down again. But eventually we got her to go back to the river, which was much cooler and very pleasant, and while we were there, we saw some dippers and a pair of distant but definite kingfishers.
And then in the evening we went out on the river at Wacker Quay, since at long last the sun is not only shining but the wind has dropped too. Our canoe is not much fun in wind. We paddled up to St Germans, which has a handy little slipway where we were able to swap paddlers over so all three of us got a chance to paddle. Today my shoulders are a bit tired but it was fun. Very calm and quiet with huge reflecting hazy skies.
No photos of that because although I did remember my camera, I forgot it didn't have a card in it. Oh well. I snapped some pics on my sister's camera, anyway, which is one of those superzooms, though I imagine those will not come to light till she gets home and rummages through them. It was interesting to try out the amazing zoom, though I prefer to have a bit more control over what the camera does, it wasn't easy to work out even how to adjust white balance, since it's designed very much as a point-and-shoot.
Oh, and we saw a fox wandering through a field, from the canoe.
We went on holiday to the other end of Cornwall! To the village of Helford.
So we had won the help of a mighty Numenorean army, and the time had come to attack Angren!
Here are the mightly forces of Prince Fealasse rallying against the mighty cliff-fortress that is the only entrance to the mountain-fenced land of Angren. We had been repeatedly told how useless, ugly and generally incompetent Fealasse was, but if he really is that useless, then he has some pretty good subordinates. Either that, or Prince Fealasse is in fact one of these secretly-very-competent people who go around looking useless until the crisis comes, when suddenly they show their true talents.
So, there we were in the Numenorean colony of Ciryatanore.
Prince Irimon, the second in line to the Numenorean throne, looked a bit like his ancestor Elros (I'd met him, of course). He invited us to a banquet, which was excellent, and then we attended the Council of Ciryatanore. There were concerns expressed about the kingdom of Ibavi, which had suddenly decided to develop territorial ambitions and a professional army. Irimon wanted to respond to this by creating a voluntary League of Ciryatanore against them. Numenor seems to be getting a bit military in its approach to the rest of Middle-earth. Better Numenor than Sauron, I suppose.
Irimon then decided to take us to his tower where he likes to greet the sun. He has a palantir there, a huge one, one of the early Feanorian prototypes.
( Read more... )So there we were, all ready to carry out a secret back-door invasion of Ren the Unclean's fortress through the Mines of Mount Maan, while the Numenorean armies kept Ren busy by pelting him with trebuchets. Which I shall detail in the Next Part.