New Year

Greetings to the Cotswolds from my english Valhalla nestling in the hills.


Today I ride to hounds nearby to meet the local worthies. Loge, my right hand man (a feckless character) finally brought my steed (Grane) late last night.

Big and beautiful Grane is well connected with the Gods and will astound the Heythrop when the see us this morning.

The dawn here was as good as anything in Valhalla; I spent a long time yesterday polishing my favourite spear in readiness for the hunt. Loge has warned me against spearing the fox..I should merely ride behind the Master. Loge is also concerned that my dress is "inappropriate".

I told him I've worn tunic and helmet for centuries with little resentment or hostility..we shall see.

To be continued.

Loris