• The Tales from the All Hallows Hamlet •
And although MY summer was remembered as being the stuff of nightmares with interrupted plans, a twisted spine and torn nerves; it is fortunate that York enjoyed something of an Indian summer throughout last September and taking advantage of the balmy weather; there was plenty of activity at the end of my garden for with the door to my Den open, I indulged in a dream of mine with the creation of another fantasy structure for the All Hallows Hamlet...
For having fallen in love with the vision of Cadfael’s Herbarium with its charming thatched roof, an interior of stone flagged floors with pots of healing potions all bubbling away on the huge and welcoming fire and masses of dried herbs hanging from the rafters - I am now making plans to create my own unique Herbarium!
For as long as I can remember, I have always enjoyed a fascination with (and a sneaky regard!) for these undead creatures of folklore and mythology. However, as much as I appreciate that this interest of mine will not be shared by everybody and so in keeping with the ideas of 'mischief' and the 'incomprehensible' that Scoffern has attributed to the Vampyre - I have created something of a fantastical store which seeks to offer those essential accoutrements for any discerning hunter or slayer of the undead...
Yes, dear reader, it IS true - the Yorvik Faerie is now NO More! I have never really been happy with the name I created for my fantastical brand and one sunny May afternoon and after several days of too little sleep and too much cake - I decided to unfasten her wings and once free, the Yorvik Faerie then flew away for the final time...