At last!

Well, we've finally got around to it! We actually have plans to cruise! We've been bogged down for weeks with all sorts of issues in the house and garden, been to a family wedding, helped out the "kids" in various ways, and are planning to go to a gig in a new local music venue - Jess and a friend performing under the Icelandic name "Vik". We've had a new oven fitted, and are currently awaiting the delivery of a new garden shed which we will have to erect but, after that, Kantara here we come!

We'll need to check our engine diesel for signs of stickiness. Smelling it is a good test. Sticky diesel smells of turpentine. If all is well, we'll be off. The cruise won't be long. It may well involve a stop of a couple of days while we deal with a few rust spots on the hull. Otherwise it'll simply be a lovely break. And not a day too soon!

On a different note, I told you on a previous post that an old friend of mine was publishing a novel. I'm delighted to say that it's now available on Kindle for just £3.99. It's called 'Beggars' Dust: A Spiritual Fantasy, by C G Maskell' and you can find it here. I thoroughly recommend it. Please go and take a look! Read a free sample there!

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A story of gods and their people. Or of people and their gods.

When history is suppressed or rewritten, when the stories of how-things-came-to-be are twisted or forgotten, then the people have no defence when events begin to repeat themselves.

A thousand years ago, a being of ancient evil was trapped, bound, and buried by the Elders of the Nerehin, the ruling class of that age.

Now, in a new era, where history has become the stuff of myth, the Nerehin forgotten, tales of good and evil consigned to children's stories; now, that old evil is stirring, waking, ready to begin spreading corruption and discord once more.

Driven by dreams and premonitions, one man, the last remaining scholar of long hidden Nerehin writings, conceives a desperate plan. Using the mystical 'amhrazine', stones that once were said to encapsulate the spirits of the Elders, he will recreate those heroes in children yet to be born, and when they are grown, they will come to him to learn of their task - their destiny.

But he is old, and the evil one is already moving to infiltrate and control the highest in the land, to thwart any who would oppose him, to wipe out any last vestige of the Nerehin race...

The scholar's death comes too soon; he is still unknown to his chosen children. Without him, can they ever discover what has been done to them? Or will the evil one succeed in crushing and vanquishing them before they have the chance to realize their true purpose and fulfil the task for which they were created?