bunn: (House of Fëanor)
2017-09-05 10:23 am
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I Will Not Say the Day Is Done

Which I suppose in some ways is a rather appropriate title since I have not been posting much on LJ since Brythen died.   It is a big thing to adapt to, that. It needs some time.

But mostly the title is this thing I wrote.  It's easier to write fiction.

It is another Return to Aman post-LOTR thing.  I wrote it mostly because Return to Aman had 12 stories, and obviously it would be Very Wrong to finish a Tolkien series on the 13th story, so I decided to send Finrod on holiday with the hobbits.  I don't know where the other bits came from, the characters seem to be mostly making their own decisions by this time.  I feel faintly guilty that I wrote this as a series and it's ended up almost like chapters of one story. I didn't know it was going to do that!  Also people commented to say it was philosophical, which was not my intent and confirms my suspicion that the whole thing has got out of hand.

I Will Not Say the Day Is Done
In which Maglor stays up all night, has breakfast with Elrohir and tests the truth of the Doom of the Noldor, Elrohir gives his opinion of the Shibboleth of Fëanor, Finrod Felagund goes on a walking holiday with hobbits in Eldamar and discusses Moria and his dissatisfaction with the Valar, Sam sees Elf-magic, and Elrond visits Nerdanel to discuss Silmarils.

bunn: (canoeing)
2017-08-24 06:53 pm
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Roman Cornwall Hoard

I'm just noting this hoard of coins discovered near Hayle that date from 253AD to 274AD.

That's a lot of coins a very long way West.  I wonder what they were doing there.  Seems very Cornish that they were in a tin, not in a ceramic pot.  We don't historically do a lot with ceramics down here. 
bunn: (canoeing)
2017-08-23 11:54 pm
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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.

bunn: (canoeing)
2017-08-15 12:44 pm
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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. 



bunn: (canoeing)
2017-08-11 09:37 am
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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. 

bunn: (Smaug)
2017-08-07 02:34 pm
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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. 
bunn: (Cream Tea)
2017-08-07 02:01 pm
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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.
bunn: (Default)
2017-07-26 07:48 pm
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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.
bunn: (canoeing)
2017-07-24 06:36 pm
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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?
bunn: (canoeing)
2017-07-23 03:21 pm
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The River-woman's Daughter


Goldberry and her mother with waterlilies. 
bunn: (Dark Ages)
2017-07-11 06:01 pm

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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bunn: (canoeing)
2017-07-08 05:34 pm
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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.
bunn: (House of Fëanor)
2017-07-08 04:42 pm

Awkward moment in Nargothrond

"Then King Felagund spoke before his people, recalling the deeds of Barahir, and his vow; and he declared that it was laid on him to aid the son of Barahir in his need, and he sought the aid of his chieftains.  Then Celegorm arose amid the throng, and drawing his sword, he cried  ‘Be he friend or foe, whether demon of Morgoth, of Elf, or child of Men, or any other living thing in Arda, neither law, nor love, nor league of hell, nor might of the Valar, nor any power of wizardry, shall defend him from the pursuing hate of Fëanor’s sons, if he take or find a Silmaril and keep it. For the Silmarils we alone claim, until the world ends.’"

bunn: (canoeing)
2017-07-01 03:15 pm

The sun has returned!

And it is hot and I am eating ice lollies, although it's not so hot that I can't sit here wearing a thin fleece, which is About Right.  It's a pity it's horsefly season.

I have killed my laptop mouse yet again, and am having to operate with a touchpad until the new mouse comes.  I don't like it, it feels weird and unnaaaaaaaatural and horribly slow and fiddly.

Also I wrote yet another thing where people in Tol Eressea hang around after LOTR thinking 'we've run out of canon, what shall we do?  Eat cake and talk about canon again?  Why not?'
Even The Very Wise : 7367 words of Lalwen, Galadriel and Nerdanel chatting and eating cake.  Plus a phonecall with Fëanor.

bunn: (Logres)
2017-06-30 01:04 pm
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Buzzard v Heron

I came back to the house this morning to find a duel going on in the skies above it, between a heron and a buzzard.   The heron won.

I wonder what they could possibly have been arguing about?  The argument was rather loud. 
bunn: (Bah)
2017-06-26 04:01 pm

recaptcha

I really hate the style of form captcha where one must demonstrate that one is a human being by choosing all the photos that contain cars, or all the photos that contain street signs, for example.

I don't know how people with vision impairments get past them at all.  You have nine poor quality fuzzy images, some of which show part of an item that might, or might not, be a car or a street sign.  And then there is the 'is this a car /  street sign?' question.  I just failed a captcha because an image showed me a thing that I would call a bus.  But apparently to a captcha, it's a car.   And if the 'street sign' shows a different language or indeed alphabet, sometimes you can't work out exactly what it is.  Or it shows you a photo with what are probably cars, but they are tiny and far away!

Aaaaaaaaaaa!   Come back, mental arithmetic captchas, all is forgiven! 
bunn: (canoeing)
2017-06-25 02:15 pm

Some horses and dogs, (with Maedhros, Maglor & Finrod)


“… in the days of the Long Peace, Finrod Felagund lord of Nargothrond journeyed East of Sirion and went hunting with Maedhros and Maglor, sons of Feanor”  – The Silmarillion

I am quite pleased with the horses and the landscape.  The lurchers don't quite have the awesome fluid elegance that I would like my paintings of lurchers to have.   The people are...  not utterly terrible?
bunn: (House of Fëanor)
2017-06-24 10:02 am
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Back to the Fourth Age

Mereth Aderthad : Once More: With Feeling : 7687 words

Contains root vegetables, Elven politics, the powers of the princes of the Noldor, consideration of the Gimli Question, contrasting leadership styles among Elves, party planning, and background hobbits. Also, Maglor's thoughts on the whole 'when did Amrod die' issue, expressed somewhat forcefully.

Seeds of Lies: 10528 words
Maglor, returned to Aman with Elrond, makes new songs, gets drunk with Fingon and his aunt Lalwen, and runs into trouble with the Oath of Fëanor.

Not sure about the ending of this, but it was stupidly long already for a thing I didn't really mean to write.

Still rather surprised by the sudden appearance of all these words.  The problem with writing Fourth Age Aman is that you have pretty much the entire cast of the Silmarilion, plus Frodo and Bilbo.   So many characters, all with so much to say!

bunn: (Wild Garden)
2017-06-19 10:02 am
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Things Seen (and heard)

I can't find my walking boots so ended up walking in socks and crocs and getting my feet soaked by dew in the long grass. A less unpleasant experience in the heat than it would be usually.

Incredibly loud liquid warblings from the hedge, produced by a very tiny wren that looked as if it should not possibly be able to produce such a mighty song.

A very tiny rabbit, poised in front of me in a gateway, staring into the shadow where I and the dogs stood with that innocence that very young rabbits have, limned with bright sunlight, with its long delicate ears glowing red with the sun behind it. It stood there for a very long moment, till Brythen snapped at a fly and it suddenly realised we might be dangerous and fled madly into the long grass, huge back feet flying, appearing not entirely under conscious control.
bunn: (Logres)
2017-06-18 03:07 pm

Ooof

It is hot. I walked in Deerpark wood, hoping to avoid too much sun and flies. Most of the year, Deerpark wood is a walk that definitely requires wellies, because there are so many small streams running everywhere through it that it gets quite muddy, particularly where riders have taken horses through, but on a day like this, there is little mud and the many tiny streams are clear and sparkling. I know it must be really hot because Rosie got into one stream right up to her elbows! Most unusual behaviour for Madam I Can't My Feet Might Get Wet.

She also spent some time huffing and puffing down rabbit holes, like the Big Bad Wolf. She sticks her head in as far as it will go, and presumably, she can see or hear or smell the rabbit, not far away. Because once she has jammed herself in there, she huffs and blows. I am not sure if she is hoping that if she puffs hard enough the rabbit will shoot out of one of the other holes? That's certainly what it looks like.

The foxgloves are still in bloom and there are places where you have to scramble your way through tall purple groves of them. Down by the lower streams, the yellow monkeyflower is everywhere. It's not a native plant here, so I would guess that someone once dumped some garden waste in the wood and the streams have carried the seeds everywhere. And in between the foxgloves and the monkeyflowers, the white foamy flowers of wild carrot, which I usually call Queen Anne's Lace, but for some reason they looked more carroty today.