We have more cider than beer but as a free house, we carefully select all our brews. Talking of which, we do tea and recently got a coffee barista thingy for people who just want coffee in all its forms.
Continue reading “Welcome to the King’s Head!”
It is a truth universally acknowledged that blacksmithing in the 21st century leaves a lot to be desired. I blame the Romans for this dumbing down of essential skills and outsourcing it for profit. I let out another long and frustrated sigh and closed my laptop lid.
Continue reading “Short Story: A Tale of Sword Crossed Lovers”
Well, it seems Karl has finally bitten the bullet and set a release date. He has made a lot of progress during the spring and the lockdown. Keeping him confined to quarters as chronicled in the short story A Salmonweird Lockdown may have had something to do with it!
Continue reading “A Special Announcement Regarding A Salmonweird Sleighing”
Hello visitor! Welcome to a new feature for our village website. Ms Wilhelmina Yorke, our delightful Elizabethan poet is willing to share some of her most recent work with visitors to Salmonweir. This one is a quick reworking of Shakespeare’s famous sonnet Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? It’s a little rough around the edge but we hope you like it!
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Greetings living people! Welcome to our humble little village, population 499 ghosts and 1 human. If you have read the first book in our series, simply called Salmonweird, we hope you enjoyed the book. Please don’t forget to leave us a little review and rating. The more exposure we get, the more encouraged we feel about writing about the events in the village.
Continue reading “Update on A Salmonweird Sleighing”Can you think of a more delightful small pleasure than eating breakfast (pot of tea and toast with locally produced honey) on the patio with the doors wide open?
No?
Me neither.
I switched the heating off last night and today I have all the windows and doors open.
Thank the heavens, spring is finally here!
Continue reading “Short Story: A Salmonweird Lockdown (spoiler free)”If you’re dithering over whether to spend just £4.99 of your hard-earned cash on this ebook or £9.99 on the hard copy, never fear. I want you to decide whether this book would be for you before you buy it. That’s why I’m giving away three chapters for free right here.
Continue reading “Read Salmonweird: Chapters 1-3 Now!”From Friday 8th November 2019
Host: DI (Retired) Karl Blackman
Minutes taken by Village Committee Secretary Babajide
Hello and welcome to the village hall here at Salmonweir, ladies and gentlemen of the local press and book fans alike. It’s so good to see you all here today. I must admit, we didn’t quite expect so many of you.
Continue reading “Transcript of a Public Talk about the Salmonweird Books”Hello stranger. Do you know what today is? 2nd September may not mean anything to you, but today it’s one of celebration. That’s why we’re having this street party on the quayside. Here, have a scone and help yourself to some tea – or gin if that’s what you prefer.
Take a seat! There is plenty of space and despite what you might have read in the tabloid press, we don’t eat living people, we welcome them.
Continue reading “Salmonweird – the First Book About Our Village -is Out Now”I don’t know what Brother Jowan told you about me, but I assure you very little of it is likely true. That man exists purely to taunt me and he tells the other villagers lies about me all the time just to turn them against me. Luckily, most people don’t believe him. Every Sunday, my congregation is larger than his.
Continue reading “I’m Pastor Eli, hello. Will we see you at the church?”Delighted to meet you, stranger. I was, perhaps for about 20 minutes, the Salmonweir resident who lived the the furthest back in time. I say for about 20 minutes because shortly after that I believe Kensa appeared. She’s the red haired woman over there with the sword. Oh, you’ve met? Fine, fine.
Continue reading “Hello, I’m Brother Jowan, the Priest of the Church here”
