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There are no roads around the Wild Gift. Luckily for us, the mud tracks that lead away from it are dry in the summer. You have to walk for ages (the map says it’s three miles – I don’t know what scale they’re working to: it feels like at least ten) to get to the...
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The most famous and powerful of the Peer Families are the Meyricks of Riversouth. The most eccentric (amongst some stiff competition) are the Bescoby-Angells of Sussengaard.
The Bescoby-Angells are known as the Gardening Peers. Their main seat is Sussengaard, a...
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The title is not misleading, – this is a very soup-focussed entry. If you do not care for soups, broths, pottages, bisques or chowders, feel free to skip this one!
When planning our trip we made sure that we would be in Tel-Yarridge on the second Thursday of the month...
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Aracely Cheth is where Aracely Tookley the poet retired to, and it is said he watches over the village even to this day, nearly a hundred and fifty years after he died. It is unique and remarkable in many other ways as well, particularly with regards to its name: it is...
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Farynshire’s Coastal Path runs (as you might expect) alongside the county’s entire coastline. It is a great way to see all of Farynshire’s faces, because it runs from the wild Maw Cauldron, through the beautiful countryside, above Riversouth, and then passed the coastal...
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I suspect that the White Crag is the reason there are so many poets in Riversouth; it has been said that the sight of it stirs the soul. I’m not a poet, but even I can see that it is beautiful. It looks like a giant wave, rising up over Meyshore Bay, jutting out into...
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I always feel like I have to be on my best behaviour in Riversouth. The streets are scrubbed clean and free of rubbish, and baskets of bright flowers hang from every lamp-post. Each house is white-washed and has a different colour roof from its neighbours. If we could...
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The Romans came to Farynshire, built one road, and then left.
The County Road – or Farynshire Way, or the Highway, or the Route – link up the three cities of Farynshire: Rookpot in the centre of the county, and Sylnmouth and Riversouth on the coast. Newer towns have been...
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The next stop was the village of Over Pippleford, nestled on one of the bends of the River Pipple as it meanders slowly to the sea.
Over Pippleford’s limestone cottages are white washed with roses and violets entwining up through trellises, their front gardens filled with...
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As soon as we decided we were going to do this trip, we knew we had to see the Forests. Farynshire has two, very different, Forests. The first we came to, situated between the mountains and the coast, was Gnivil Forest.
It crept up on us. The coach pulled up onto a low...
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Our train was in no rush as it ambled slowly through the foothills on its way to Lake of Doom, Farynshire’s largest lake.
OK, its real name is Lake Quietus. For most of its history everyone thought that that referred to its still and peaceful waters. But the true...
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There was no trace of a hangover the next day – probably thanks to the sausages.
Bea Proke makes the best cooked breakfast: yet more sausages, bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, black pudding, fried tomatoes, fried mushrooms (I had an entire plate of these), beans, toast...
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It’s called Mother Aloth, and I am going to generously call it a restaurant solely on the quality of its sausages.
The setting itself is quite modest: a room in one of the squat rock buildings in an alleyway just...
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Hen Ffydd is the last station on the line, and the only station in the mountains. It sits at the base of Skinny Peak.
The hills become steeper and more forbidding the closer you get to the Daggerrock Range. First you pass through the gentle ambling Wessen Downs, and...
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We took over an entire table in the carriage, and Felix flicked through Walking and Wine in the Bloon Peaks that he had bought in the Beech.
“We have to go to a vineyard,” he said. “And they grow citrus fruits in some places, so there are lemon and orange groves.”
“I’m...
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I realise we are already three posts into our Grand Tour and we haven’t left Rookpot. I promise we will! But we have to quickly stop off at EassenBren first.
If Dameg Square is the administrative and cultural centre of the city (and the county), EassenBren is its...
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The most famous city in Farynshire, possibly the only place anyone over the mountains has heard of, is Rookpot.
It sprawls over a steep tor that is cut in two by a deep dark gorge, along the bottom of which flow the cold waters of the Darkflint River.
When people think...
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My name is Mabel Govitt, and I’ve just graduated from Rookpot University. Last summer me and my friend decided to explore this extraordinary county. Adam Court (something to do with the Tourist Board, I think) asked us to write about our experiences in a series of blog...