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William the Conqueror and the Battle of Hastings.

Image by Jo Justino from Pixabay

I am now King of England. King William I. Doesn’t that sound great? However it wasn’t such an easy position to gain. Let me go back to the beginning.

Edward, my second cousin, was in exile in Normandy after Cnut had taken the English throne. I decided to go and see him. He was family, after all, and he had no heirs.

While I was there, I played on the family connection, and reminded him that, although he might eventually get an heir with his wife, Emma of Normandy, if he should die suddenly, there would be no obvious claimant to the English throne.

Well, he hummed and hawed and didn’t make a decision then. I’m not surprised, really, because his mother had married Cnut and had a son by him. She supported her son, Harthacnut, and eventually he became king of England.

Edward was lucky. Harthacnut died, and Edward sailed unopposed into England to take the throne. Not long after, he sent his son-in-law, Harold Godwinson to tell me he had decided to make me his heir. King William sounded good, I thought, but I didn’t trust Harold, so I had him imprisoned. Eventually, in order to regain his freedom, he swore an oath of fealty to me: the rat!

In the year of our Lord, 1066, King Edward, who had become to be know as The Confessor, due to his religious convictions, died. Harold, the rat, took the throne and was crowned the day after Edward’s death. He said Edward had made him his heir on his deathbed. A likely story!

It was then I decided I needed to go to England and sort this man out. He had broken a holy oath, and I was the rightful king. But it seemed I wasn’t the only one to want the crown of England. Harald’s own brother, Tostig, joined forces with the Norwegian king, Harald Hardrada, and launched an invasion.

They met initially at a place called Fulford, in the north of England, not far from the city of York. This was on September 20th 1066. It seems the invaders won, but Harold was not to be defeated so easily. He fought another battle five days later at a place called Stamford Bridge where both Tostig and Harald Hardrada were killed.

Well, this was too good an opportunity to miss. I set sail, knowing that Harold would be occupied, and we landed at a place called Pevensey. There had been a Roman castle there, and we made use of that. I ordered a wooden fort to be built inside the Roman walls. It was a good defensive position.

The whole area was marshland, and the sea came up to the fort walls. We marched over the marshes, heading towards the town of Hastings. Once we got there, I ordered a fort to be built, and we raided the land for supplies.

We waited for Harold to arrive from his battle at Stamford Bridge. We knew they would be tired after a forced march. I set a watch the night before the battle. I would not have put it past Harold to make a surprise attack, but he didn’t, and so on 14th October, at dawn, the battle began.

I won’t go into details here. Suffice it to say that it was hard fought and lasted all day. It was very bloody, but in the end we won, and Harald was dead. I was now King of England.

I have begun the research for the next book in the series, A Family Through the Ages. This one will start in 1066 with the Battle of Hastings. There’s a lot that is uncertain about the battle. Even the place it happened is disputed, as is how Harold was killed. In the Bayeux tapestry, beneath the word Harold, is a picture of a man being hit in the eye by an arrow. Many believe the name refers to the picture below it, but as the name is part of the text, that could be coincidence, and there are other knights shown being slain by the sword.

Two other books I’m working on are another prequel novella for The Wolves of Vimar series, this one dealing with the horselords, Kimi and Davrael, and I’ve finished the fourth book of The Wolves series. It has yet to go through the critiquing process. I am also writing a book of poetry in which there will be one poem a day to read. January to December is finished, but I’m waiting until a bit closer to Christmas to bring that one out so that people can begin reading in January.

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Are we trying to commit suicide as a species?

Political posts really aren’t my thing, but I feel furious about what is going on in the Conservative party

I recently read a post on Medium by Umair Haique about Climate Change. It’s extremely worrying. (I tried to post a link, but it’s a member only story and the link didn’t work.)

The gist of it is that we are rapidly coming to the point where humans cannot survive. It’s not only about the air temperature, but also what is known as ‘wet bulb temperature’ that takes humidity into account. At much lower temperatures than have previously been thought, humans can no longer cool themselves by evaporation of sweat because the air has too much water in it, so we quickly die. Temperatures below the 40+ we’ve seen in recent months.

Yes. I know you are going to say that people have survived those temperatures, but those temperatures we’ve been reading about are not wet bulb temperatures.

As we all know, Climate Change is caused largely by the burning of fossil fuels. (Can we really afford to burn these, anyway? But that’s another post in the future.) Yet the British Government is set to allow many more (hundreds, according to the Independent) licences for North Sea oil and gas. Cumbria council approved of the development of a new coalfield recently, although the government is to hold an inquiry beginning on September 7th.

Rishi Sunak has also promised to look into the Low Emission Zones put in place in many British cities. In these areas, people with high polluting vehicles have to pay to enter the zones. It’s a daily charge in London.

Sunak has said that it’s a declaration of war on the motorist. In 2013 a nine year old girl living in London had a massive asthma attack that cost her her life. The coroner declared that it was caused by pollution. She was the first person to have this on her death certificate. Does the Prime Minister want more children to die from pollution caused by cars?

There is a suggestion that a new coal field may be opened in Cumbria. The council has given the go ahead, but the government is launching an enquiry in September.

The government has also granted hundreds (according to The Independent) of licences to search for more oil under the North Sea.

Have they not considered that as the planet warms, more areas will become uninhabitable. What happens to the people there? They will move north (or south in the southern hemisphere) causing serious overcrowding, and probable wars. We all know the dangers of wars.

I don’t think that the government is taking any of this seriously. In my opinion, politicians are only interested in winning the next election, and business people in how much money they can make. Forget the fact that our survival is at stake here. And the survival of most other life forms on the planet.

ANOTHER OPEN LETTER TO MANKIND FROM PLANET EARTH – BY TOM CURLEY

Tom Curley has posted an Open Letter from Earth. Well worth a read, and even a reblog to get it to as many eyes as possible.

tomcurley1's avatarSerendipity - Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth

Hi Mankind. This is Earth again. Some of you call me Earth, some call me Terra, some call me Gaia. Call me what you want. Just don’t call me late for dinner. (I still don’t really get that joke, but I got a whole bunch of ‘likes’ when I said it in the last letter I wrote you).

I last wrote you on Earth Day in 2019. I was touched at how many of you felt you were destroying my environment and maybe you should stop doing that. I pointed out that I’ll be fine. I’ve been around for a few billion years. My environment changes all the time. It’s you guys who should be worried.

Save the Earth. It’s the only planet with chocolate.

I’m writing this time because I noticed that you are all getting sick. Really sick. All over me. Everywhere. This isn’t surprising. It happens more…

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Once Upon a Time in Alabama

Such a sad story, but with an optimistic side. I can’t understand how people could, and still can, treat others in such a way.

Yecheilyah's avatarThe PBS Blog

Once upon a time in Alabama, there was a racist white man named Charles Agustus Lamar who was angry with Northern states and their desire to end slavery. He devised a plan to send a ship to Africa to buy Africans for $100 and sell them for $1,500. His ship, called the “Wanderer,” made national news in 1858 that it had successfully imported 370 people from Africa who would be enslaved.

However, the slave trade had been outlawed, and Lamar was arrested for illegal slaving.

That’s when another racist white man, steamboat captain Timothy Meaher, made a bet that he could do the same thing but not get caught.

Photo: Yecheilyah

On July 8, 1860, the ship (called the Clotilde / Clotilda) sailed into waters near Mobile Bay carrying 110 men, women, and children stolen from Africa under the cover of night.

They were bought from the Dahomey tribe at…

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‘Do I Need to Use a Dragon?’ Now Available on Amazon Kindle and Paperback!

Having read a few extracts on Charles’s blog, I am definitely buying this book.

Charles Yallowitz's avatarLegends of Windemere

Do I Need to Use a Dragon? is LIVE!

Cover by Alison Hunt

Have you ever wanted to write a fantasy story?  Not sure about the rules? Well, look no further!

Hidden within these pages are opinions and observations that MIGHT help you with your literary adventure.  Boiling fantasy and writing in general to their most basic principles, I have devised a litany of short essays . . .

Do you get intimidated by colorful jargon and language in ‘how to write’ books?  I mean, if you’re just starting out, your head is probably already spinning with all of the advice you’ve received.  That’s why I tried to use simplicity and humor to help authors along.  I’ve been that nervous, easily confused fledgling author and remember how all of the flowery language and cliché adages didn’t really help.  So, I wrote this book in my own voice as if the…

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Once Upon a Time in the Swamp by CS Boyack. A Review

Overview.

It’s good to read a book not full of errors! I enjoyed this story. It kept me reading, and I couldn’t wait to get back to it when I had to stop reading.

Blurb.

Mari and her husband opted for a simple life as farmers. It’s been decades since the world tore itself apart, pitting neighbor against neighbor and family against each other. They were happy in this re-emerging world, until disaster struck.

Mari sets out on a solo quest to avenge the deaths of her family and loss of everything she holds dear. She’s ill equipped for the task, but seems to have time on her hands. Time alone in the wilderness to deal with her personal demons along the way.

She is helped by a few sympathetic elders and a couple of animal companions with lessons Mari can use if she pays attention. Can Mari find justice for her family?

Set in a post apocalyptic, Gulf Coast world, this is a story for fans of the old Spaghetti Westerns.

Story.

Mari White comes back from hunting to find her husband and son have been murdered. The sheriff is no help and so she takes it upon herself to track down the killers and exact revenge.The world in which she lives is brutal. It is in the aftermath of a terrible war where everyone seems to have been fighting everyone else. Society has broken down.The story is a cross between a western and a post-apocalypse tale.

Characters.

The main character is Mari. She is tortured by the death of her husband and son, and consumed by her desire for vengeance. She is basically a good person, but her experiences have pushed her kindness to the back of her mind. Nevertheless, she still has enough to rescue a dog when its owner wants to kill it.At the end, Mari has come to terms with her loss and starts a new life.

One of the characters I liked was not even human, but a longhorn ox called Dirt. Dirt is awkward and can be trouble. He has a temper, and Mari has to work hard to get him to do as she wishes. Nevertheless, he proves essential on many occasions.

The pup Mari rescues is another character. Mari called her Worthless, because her original owner was going to shoot her because she was ‘worthless’. The pup is full of life and fun, and gives Mari comfort in her low moments.

Mari meets other people on her travels, most of whom help her. One interesting ‘character’ is a skeleton of a woman. Mari stays in her house and gives the skeleton a personality and talks to it.

Writing.

Mr Boyack does an excellent job of building the world in which Mari lives. He describes the surroundings so we can really get an idea of where we are. As a Brit, I don’t know this area at all, and have no experience of the swamps, but I got a good idea of the wetness and the dangers, including the animals that live there.

The story is told in the first person. Mari is relating the tale. It sounds, to my British ears, as authentic Southern USA. I can hear the drawl. I am glad that I was reading on my tablet, though, as I needed to look up a few words and the animals mentioned.

A good read. I gave it 5*.

Taking chances makes us human

This comment on elfcat.com is so true.

elfkat's avatarAdventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess

I’m going to give my useless opinion. But here goes. When I was growing up a gentleman from the Explorers Club used come every year and give a presentation and I so wanted go with him. And except for the 18 year old these men were old enough to make what they thought was an educated choice to go (and the money) and do something extraordinary.

Nothing in human history would have been done without people who made those kind of choices. This includes people like our ancestors who boarded the May flower as one of mine did. Have you been to Disneyland and seen the ship in the lagoon that was the same size? Imagine that in high seas.

Imagine the women who were Suffragettes. They made the choice to be different or those of us who marches for gay rights knowing and risking attack.

People make choices to…

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The Unlikely Origins of BeatrixPotter’s Tales.

An interesting post about where Beatrix Potter may have got her inspiration from.

St Lawrence’s Lament

I discovered poet’s corner purely by accident. I love the poetry. So much better than mine!

Jem Croucher's avatarPoet's Corner

Deconsecrated hallowed walls to commercial gain
Shamefaced the stone walls weep
The ageing tower crenels kiss the sky
and now glazed windows
arch to residential pews

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