Doctor Who, SFF, history, and other things I think about far too much
Actually, you don't have to pay the ferryman, I think the National Trust of Scotland does (or possibly Historic Environment Scotland; one manages the castle, one owns it), but you do require the services of the ferryman in order to reach the castle. Threave Castle is one of my local castles, perhaps my local-est, and…
On Monday, I made the decision to go paddling through some icy sea water. For I was at a local beach where if the tide is out, you can see a wreck, and if it is at low tide, it's possible to walk out to that wreck. Spot the wreck! What isn't possible is walking…
Last week I popped up to Edinburgh to see the Ray Harryhausen exhibition at the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art. This was an exceptionally good decision of mine. It was magnificent; a gorgeous exploration of his work, and a visual delight of storyboards and models. Lots of lovely pictures were taken, and I thought…
It's been very hard deciding what to write about today. I allowed myself a quick bit of nonsense (pretty sure the spaghetti bit is true though) yesterday, so I feel like I'm going against the spirit of this December blogathon challenge if I type a few quick sentences to express my despair, gloom, and general…
Continue reading ➞ A Haphazard Splurge Concerning Last Night’s Ghastliness ie the General Election
Yesterday I listened to the Braveheart episode of the Best Pick podcast, and delighted in hearing their thoughts on a film which, if nothing else, has provided many people with a fine historical education of the period as they read about all the things it got wrong (personal favourite, the lack of a bridge at…
Continue reading ➞ Robert the Bruce and the Murder of John Comyn
Lizbeth Myles 