#on a hill overlooking a beach just down the street

[clever-and-unique-name]

WE GOT ACCEPTED FOR A SHINY NEW APARTMENT!!!!

[ranscutedoll]

Solid Land

Rindou x reader W.Count: 1058 Genre: Angst to Fluff, reader has family problems, incredibly self-indulgent

Rindou didn't know what to expect when you called him. Truth be told you had disappeared on him and he was growing a bit worried. So when he answered the phone and heard you sniffing, he abandoned everything to run to your side as fast as he could.

The moment you saw his car make the turn and enter your street, you ran towards it. You knew that disappearing wasn't healthy, but so far it was a coping mechanism that had been working for you. Sadly the amount of times that Rindou had reassured you that it was ok to talk to him when you needed someone, assuring you that you were not a burden, seem to had fallen on deaf ears once more. But he couldn't be angry with you. You may had been putting on a strong front most of the time, seeming almost unapproachable, but he knew that deep down there was a gentle soul, that longed to be cared for. And he vowed to himself to be there for you.  So seeing the tears that were running down your face pained him dearly.

The moment you sat yourself into the passenger seat, Rindou pulled you in a hug. A hug you realized you needed more than anything at that moment.

"I am here for you, darling. I am here" he comforted, while running his hands up and down your back to sooth your nerves. "Let it out sweetheart" he said as he kissed your temple, encouraging and letting you process the emotions you were feeling. It took a while, but once you seemed to have finally relaxed a bit, you retracted from him with a shy yet grateful smile, which Rindou made sure to reciprocate. He momentarily broke the eye contact to retrieve a blanket, he had brought with him, from the back seat, throwing it around you, trying to make you feel as comfortable as one could in such a cramped space.

"Want to talk about it?...I am not going to force you, but I am here for you, you know that" he spoke calmly, without a hint of judgment in his voice or tone.

"I...Thank you, Rin... I, I guess I have been feeling overwhelmed? My family has been pressuring me in every area of my life and it is getting a bit much. I feel like I am suffocating" you confessed feeling a new set of tears. Rindou knew of how your family was; and he hated it.  He hated how they always kept asking for more and more, draining your energy and motivation. You had to be perfect at school, perfect at social interactions, perfect, perfect, perfect.  Nothing was good enough for them.

"And the control...the micromanaging...sometimes it feels like I am not even an actual human being, that I am just a robot made to cater to their needs" you chuckled bitterly.

Rindou didn't know what to say...he knew that whatever he could or would say could only be words of encouragement.  And such words mattered of course they did. He just wished he could do something to actually help you, other than just listening to you.

"Wanna go for a drive, pretty? And get some comfort food? Or go to the beach?" he inquired. A night away might be of help, he thought. And you smiled, like you always did.  "You are an angel,  you know that Rinnie? A knight in shinning armor"

"Only for you, milady" he said and sealed it off with a wink, starting the car.

You soon found yourselves in the drive through of your favourite fast food places with Rindou rolling down the window to order for the both of you.

"...and a kid's meal, please...Yes, thank you" and that cracked you up. A kid's meal? At your age? Rindou looked at you defensively

"You know you want it! I even told the cashier to put the toy in there" and you laughed. He was honestly so precious.

"I love you so much Rinnie.  I appreciate having you in my life so so much" you said solemnly while playing with his hair a bit. Rindou was your safe space amidst a sea of chaos and uncertainty, he was your solid land.

Once the goods were retrieved, Rindou drove the two of you up the hill and parked at a spot that overlooked the city. The stars above you shining, reminding you of how fleeting life's problems can be.

The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes, taking in the view and basking in each other's presence. It felt serene, calm...rejuvenating. 

You were the first one to make a move to grab the food, and you truly felt grateful

"Thank you Rinnie.  I know i probably said it many times already, but thank you"

"You're welcome, baby. I'll always be there for you, no matter what. Don't let the problems of others affect your life or define your worth. You're priceless to me...now c'mon...open that meal, i wanna see what toy they gave us" you snickered at that. Of course he did. So you complied making quick work of the box and pulling out a small plush toy.

"It's Cinammoroll!!!"

"Bleh...too soft" he teased and you both burst out laughing.

"What, I thought you liked soft things?" you said with a fake hurt voice. Rindou hummed and reached for your cheek.

"Well, I do like SOME soft things" he said and pinched your cheek hard. You made a sound of genuine hurt and before you could say anything, he moved his head to kiss the spot he pinched.

"Are you feeling better sweet angel?” he asked once he had retreated back to his seat.

“Mmm, yeah...Thanks to you” you smiled at him as you reached towards the rear-view mirror hanging the Cinammoroll plush there. “A small present” you joked a bit. You knew how Rindou would react.

“There’s no way that stays there!” and reached to remove it, but you slapped his hand away.

“Noooooo, it’s cute!!!!” you laughed

“But-”

“No buts!” you laughed not having any of his arguments.

In the end, it was moments like these that life felt good and worth living. The night breeze gently rustling through the car, you and Rindou sharing food with each other, knowing that you had found solid land in each other.

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[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | march 5 glow | words: 666

this one went from muggle au angst to hogwarts au angst to anniversary surprise to engagement to this. it was meant for yesterday’s prompt but i changed it so many times it was almost today when i finished so here we are i guess. i write for fun, but I treated this one as a PhD thesis 💀 anyways i hope you’ll like it love ya

“I told you it would be easier to go through the nudist beach, it’s empty at this time” Regulus huffed exasperated when his foot slipped off a huge stone for the tenth time in last two minutes. Honestly, what was James thinking? Climbing these rocks was dangerous in a daytime, but doing it at 2 in the morning was just a suicide mission.

“Oh, come on, it’s so close now. Just hold tight” the older boy said over his shoulder, smiling at Regulus as brightly as the Sun. He thought he was smart, but every time James smiled like that his critical thinking disappeared, so he just carried on like every time before.

The plan was to go stargazing at the beach, but there were too many street lights to see anything except the Moon. That’s why James decided to go to their secret little alcove at the bottom of the hill they were camping at. The small piece of land was visible only from behind the barriers on the expressway, so not many tourists knew about it and Regulus could bet that not even all the locals were aware of its existence. To get there you had to either go a bit up the hill and climb the rocks (like they did) or go through the nudist beach (like any sane person would do).

The destination was just a few steps down from them when Regulus’ hands gave up and he fell. It wasn’t a long fall, but landing on wet sand still hurt like a bitch.

“Reg!” he heard James’ terrified voice. Not even three seconds later the other boy was kneeling next to him, checking if he was alive.

"If you ever decide to do something that stupid again, I will literally kill you," Regulus growled, pushing himself up on his elbows. He was a bit sore, but he could move, so everything’s fine. Looking up and around Regulus thought the journey and fall were worth it, not that he would ever admit it out loud.

James had already taken wine and fruit out of his backpack when Regulus opened his to spread a blanket on the ground. They lay on it, looking up at the endless sky painted with stars.

“There’s Vega, over there Deneb and right above us is Altair, they make this thing called ‘Summer Triangle’” Regulus pointed at the stars, snuggling a bit closer to James. The older boy had his arm wrapped around Reg’s waist, the other up in the air, looking like he was trying to reach the sparkly dots above them.

"Where are you tonight?" James asked quietly, rubbing Regulus' side gently. He turned and looked at the young Spaniard. In a soft glow of the Moon, James looked more beautiful than ever, almost angelic and Regulus loved what he saw. He moved a little in James' embrace to place a featherlight kiss on his cheek.

“Way too close to you to be seen” he whispered in his ear in response. The other boy whipped his head dramatically, looking into Regulus’ eyes with a mix of frustration and agitation.

“Are we still talking about stars? Or are you feeling, like, small next to me, or overlooked, or-“ Regulus put his hand on James’ lips, shaking his head ‘no’ and chuckling. It seemed to calm him a bit, because he continued with “Oh, in that case, how outrageous of me! I’m sorry love, but I’ll have to move a bit, you must be seen at all times!” They were both giggling now, the wine only adding to it.

They stayed there for a while, talking, laughing and snogging as the night went by. The sky started to change its colour when they decided to pack up their things and go back to the trailer.

“Oh, oh, look!” James yelled excitedly, like a five-year-old. “That’s me, the big one over there!” and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh when he turned to see the Sun rising over the sea.

the place in question (Calella, Spain)

[astridellejo]

The Silent Spear Maker of Tiger Seal Cove A story about Anouk, an airbender of the Southern Water Tribe

I spent eight weeks this summer drawing twelve (now thirteen) pages of what is basically a fan comic. I used up almost my entire webcomic buffer to do it. Set during the era of Avatar Korra, this is the origin story of my airbender OC, Anouk. I first made this character almost ten years ago not long after The Legend of Korra had ended, but didn't start fleshing out her story until recently. Now I'm beginning to think I'm going to wind up making a whole graphic novel about the airbender girlfriends!

So here's my little passion project. Thanks for reading!

Page descriptions in alts, page transcripts below the cut.

Page 1 Tiger Seal Cove. The Southern Water Tribe. On the day of Harmonic Convergence. A small fishing village of brightly painted houses are illuminated from within. The purple sky above shimmers with green spirit energy. A freckled woman with long brown hair sits in a dog sled like patio furniture and looks up at the lightshow. She foofs out a puff of air, closing her eyes and smiling.

Page 2 Two weeks later. The woman is in her workshop chiseling a design into bone. Around her at her workbench are an assortment of tools as well as some of her spears that she has crafted. While there is a window looking out upon a snow covered hill illuminated by low winter sunlight, most of the light comes from an oil lamp below the window. Just to the side of the window is an old framed photograph of the woman's parents. She stretches broadly. Behind her is another workbench and more equipment. In the next room is a kitchen, stove, and low dining table. Looking in from outside, the reflection of the hillside is visible over the woman inside looking out. She smiles. Time to get up for a break! She swoops on a bolero-style jacket and heads out.

Page 3 She stands on the snow-covered icy hillside overlooking a small gathering of tiger seals snoozing on the beach. She goes through the waterbending forms for a water whip. On the attack strike, a sudden gust of wind blows by, loosing her hair from her hair stick. She rewraps her hair and looks around, confused about the sudden and inexplicable wind.

Page 4 She focuses her attention and moves through the attack strike once more. Again, a strong gust of wind blows by, this time fully blowing her hair down and sending her hair stick flying. She stares in shock at her hands? What is going on?! Behind her, the glow of the spirit portal aurora frames her head like glowing wings. She tries a few more swings and each time a gust of wind accompanies them. There is a wide panoramic shot from the icy blue mountains to the bright orange-yellow glow of the low late winter sunrise. A light breeze wafts by.

Page 5 A note on the front door reads: "Gone to Wolf Cove. Back in a few days. Anouk." Anouk sets out on a kayak journey to the city. A trail of bioluminescent algae accompanies her as she paddles through the early morning water. Once in Wolf Cove, Anouk ties her kayak to the pier and heads into the city to her waterbending dojo. On the street, other people are out strolling. One shop has four lanterns hanging above it in each color of the four nations.

Page 6 Inside the dojo, Anouk greets her bending master. No words are spoken. The dialogue balloons are pictographic. In the corner of the dojo is a large blue ceramic pot filled with water. The floor appears to be ice, with wood pillars emerging from it. The master arches her eyebrow with a wry smile and inquires if Anouk has done any waterbending yet. Anouk responds she's been practicing, but she's still not a waterbender. However, she did airbend. The master is shocked. Airbend? Anouk asks her bending master if she knows anything about the Air Nomads. The master ponders for a moment before asking if Anouk has a dog sled for travel.

Page 7 One sled rental later, Anouk is on her way to the White Lotus compound. The guards at the gate look at each other. The Water Tribe guard turns to the Fire Nation guard and says to him, "This might be our guest." He responds with a gruff, "We'll see." He scowls with piercing yellow eyes and yells out at Anouk, "Stop there! What is your business?" Anouk signs her name in Southern Water Tribe hand talk (which looks surprisingly like American Sign Language for some reason ). Panels below show the fingerspelling letters for A-N-O-U-K. The Fire Nation guard sheepishly turns to his colleague and says, "Oh. Uh, Rina? This is your department." Rina smiles and begins signing, "Can I help you?" A very excited Anouk rapidly signs, "I know this seems crazy, but I think I might be an airbender. I hoped to meet with Master Katara since she's the closest to an airbending expert in the South." Rina smiles with an excited, "Oh!" before resuming signing, "Yes! She told us to be on the lookout for any new airbenders!"

Page 8 Rina and Anouk sign with each other as Shen walks through the gate. Rina: Shen will let Master Katara know she has a visitor. Anouk: Thank you! Rina: If you like, I can interpret for you. Anouk: I would appreciate that! While Anouk waits for Shen to return, she gives scritches to the fuzzy polar bear dog who pulled her sled. Doggy closes his eyes and leans his head into Anouk's hand. Soon, Shen emerges from the gate and shouts loud enough to get Anouk's attention, "Hey!" He continues at a more reasonable volume, "Master Katara will see you now." Gruff Shen then wanders back to play with the polar bear dog. Rina follows Anouk into the interior of the compound as a nervous Anouk absentmindedly tucks her hair behind her ear.

Page 9 The legend herself, Master Katara, walks toward Anouk and Rina. "Welcome! I am Katara." Rina interprets this for Anouk. "Master Siqni was one of my students. When she contacted me and told me about you, I knew I had to meet you!" Katara smiles and tilts her head toward Anouk. "I'm so glad she thought to send you to me! Please, tell me about yourself." Anouk begins signing while Rina interprets saying, "My name is … Anouk. I craft fishing equipment in the village of … Tiger Seal Cove. I like to practice bending forms for exercise and meditation. Even though I've never bent an element in my life."

Page 10 Anouk continues signing while Rina interprets saying, "But the other day, a strange thing happened during my practice. I started airbending! Since you are the matriarch of the only airbenders in the world, I thought you might know how this happened." Katara's monologue: I'm not entirely sure. Though I expect the Harmonic Convergence had something to do with it. My son, Bumi, radioed me a few days ago with the incredible news that he was suddenly an airbender! At first he wasn't sure if he was simply a late bloomer. After all, airbending does run in our family! But then my youngest son, Tenzin, told me he'd received word of more airbenders in the Earth Kingdom. An inset circular panel shows a very excited Tenzin on the radio. Katara continues: He told me to keep my eyes open for other new airbenders, because they could be anywhere. And here you are! Anouk smiles.

Page 11 A wide shot of the three of them in the compound shows the wide space available for Katara's request. "Anouk… Could you show me your airbending?" Anouk begins the water whip forms, which is not lost on Katara. Just as before, the final strike releases a strong gust of wind. Katara is shocked. Here is an airbender before her who is not related to her. "Oh, Aang! It's really happening! The airbenders have returned!"

Page 12 Katara holds a teapot and pours. Steam wafts up from the hot green tea as it flows into the cup. Katara walks around the dining table to her seat. She speaks to Anouk as Rina interprets. "Tenzin told me he'll be traveling to the Earth Kingdom to meet the new airbenders there." Katara sits, placing the teapot back on its tray. Katara: And he encourages all new airbenders to go to Air Temple Island in Republic City. There they … you … can receive formal training on how to use this new gift from the spirits. What do you think? Anouk glances at Rina as she signs. Did Master Katara just say to travel to Republic City?! Anouk has a big decision to make.

Page 13 The note on Anouk's front door now reads, "Gone to Republic City. Back in a few months. Anouk." She puffs out a nervous foof as moonlight shimmers on the ocean behind her. Anouk is on a ship headed north. Three people behind her, one from each nation, sit on the deck benches to look at the moon while Anouk closes her eyes and smiles. She looks back at the city lights of Wolf Cove and how they pale in contrast to the glow of the bioluminescent algae kicked up by the ship and the majestic shimmer of the spirit portal aurora in the sky above. Her world has changed and she has no idea what's next.

[south-of-heaven]

drew mcintyre x reader where drew takes reader to scotland?

Tour || Drew McIntyre x Reader

Summary: Drew brings you to his hometown in Scotland. He shows you around and tells stories of his years growing up in Ayr.

The rolling hills of Scotland unfold before you, a picturesque landscape that seems straight out of a fairytale. Drew, your partner, stands beside you, his eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and excitement. This trip to his hometown feels like a privilege, an intimate glimpse into the world that shaped the man you love.

As you explore the cobblestone streets and quaint buildings, Drew's stories paint vivid pictures of his childhood. He points out the local pub where he used to sneak in for a pint before he was of legal age, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. You can't help but chuckle at the memory he shares, a reminder that even the strongest of men have their mischievous moments.

The wind carries the scent of blooming heather as Drew leads you to a scenic overlook. The view is breathtaking, and he takes a moment to soak it all in, his eyes reflecting the pride he feels for his homeland. As he describes the adventures of his youth, you find yourself getting lost in his words, hanging on to every detail.

A walk along the coastline reveals the wild beauty of the Scottish shores. Drew's tales of childhood summers spent exploring the rocky beaches and building sandcastles make you feel like you're reliving those moments with him. His laughter is infectious as he recounts the misadventures he had with his friends, and you can't help but feel a sense of connection to his past.

The tour continues, each spot more personal than the last. He takes you to the local park where he learned to play rugby, his eyes lighting up as he describes the victories and challenges that shaped his determination. Drew's childhood memories come alive in his words, and you can't help but admire the strength and resilience that have carried him through his journey.

As the day winds down, Drew leads you to a cozy café that holds a special place in his heart. Over cups of warm tea, he opens up about his family, sharing stories of his parents, siblings, and the values they instilled in him. There's a sense of vulnerability in his words, a glimpse into the layers of his personality that he's chosen to share with you.

The sun sets over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the town. Drew's hand finds yours, his fingers interlocking with yours as he gazes at you with a mixture of affection and gratitude. This trip, this sharing of his past, feels like a significant step in your relationship. The bond between you deepens as you realize the depth of trust he's placed in you, allowing you to see the vulnerabilities and triumphs that have shaped him.

As you head back to your accommodation, the memories of the day swirl in your mind. Drew's hometown has become a part of you, just as he has. And in his stories, you've discovered not only the man he is today, but the boy he once was. The journey has brought you closer together, a shared experience that will forever hold a special place in your hearts.

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Here I go writing crap that like 5 people will be excited about, sigh, oh well, feel free to unfollow if I'm not producing what you want anymore but I just wanna write stuff that makes me excited y'know? Anyway here's a little tease of AN ACTUAL AU - surprise surprise - that is another spooky romp tailored entirely to things that I like)

March 4

The air is cool: crisp, the sort that bites at his cheeks. Spring hasn’t rolled in enough to provide real warmth, and on the skateboard, with the wind beating against his face, it’s even colder. But it’s a straight downhill shot to the shore, taking the road that winds around in sharper turns than most cars are prepared for, and Darby’s heart is hammering hard enough against his chest to replace some of the stolen warmth.

Out in the fog, cutting through the mist that hangs over the full stretch of where the sea whips against the coast, the lighthouse is blinking.

Shit.

He takes the next curve with too much speed and almost flips his skateboard, barely managing to stay upright. It takes some adjusted distribution of his weight to remain moving. The last thing he needs right now is to smear himself along the pavement and break something. One more curve, the longest and laziest of the hill, and the road deposits him down at the coast-hugging old highway lit by a few sporadic street lamps. He hops the curb, twists, and continues down the painted yellow line until he reaches the stone pathway that leads back into the old keeper’s house and, beyond that, the tower itself.

There’s a figure already there, standing by the metal fence erected solely to keep curious tourists out. Darby kicks off his skateboard, heart in his throat.

“It’s not doing anything,” he says, without greeting, a knee-jerk response.

Two hands go up in the air, a neutral surrender. “Neither am I. Danhausen just came to check.”

Okay. Relief starts to curl through Darby’s veins, though his heart rate stays elevated. He slides in beside Danhausen and they stare out into the fog for a few moments with only the sound of the wind sighing along the rocks to keep them company. It’s a rocky slope down to the ocean, the sort of beach useless for anything other than fishing; this stretch though, no one travels down to with their poles. The locals all know better.

After a minute, Darby sighs. It’s a painful exhale. “Don’t—”

“Danhausen already said he wasn’t doing anything.” Danhausen shrugs, his mouth thinned. “But if things go poorly…”

“Yeah, I know.” He does. He’s so very aware. Darby throws an arm back to scratch at the nape of his neck. “It’ll be fine. Coast Guard is enforcing the no-sail space. And tourist season won’t pick up til June. We’ve got months to calm it down.”

“Can you?” Danhausen asks. The question rings genuine, and that’s probably the worst part.

“I’ll figure something out. Just don’t…” He doesn’t gesture at the pathway out to the lighthouse, to the bricks that they had carefully reassembled in the still hours of the morning all those years ago. He’s still afraid to draw attention to the failsafe, just in case. Just in case the tower has more eyes than they’d ever anticipated.

“Danhausen will not do anything until it’s unavoidable.”

Darby nods. “Thanks.”

“But,” Danhausen begins, turning to face him. He must have noticed the glow as he was taking his face paint off, because there’s a swipe of it along his jaw still, overlooked. His eyebrows hike high. “This is probably a bad sign.”

“Everything with you is a bad sign.” Darby sighs again. ���Fuck.”

Danhausen doesn’t admonish him for the language—he knows better, learned it’s useless. “Darby, look at the lights. You can’t—”

“Yeah, I know.”

Danhausen shakes his head, then glances back to the fog and the yellow light piercing through the murkiness, on and off. Short, short, long. Long, short. The glow reflects on his face, illuminating his features. Normal. It’s always amazing that he looks so normal. Sometimes, Darby even forgets.

Until times like this, anyway.

“Well,” Danhausen says, and pushes away from the fence. “Keep the tourists away.”

“It’s fine. It’s only March.”

“Spring break,” Danhausen says.

Fuck. Darby hadn’t factored that in. “Who would come here, anyway? Boring fucking place. No beaches. They all go south. Hit Mexico. Get in the bars underage.”

“Don’t stay here all night,” Danhausen warns.

Darby nods. “I won’t.”

Danhausen leaves Darby standing by the fence alone, and Darby curls his fingers in through the twined wires, his forehead settling against the barrier. As the lighthouse starts up another round, he taps the pattern against the metal. Four short. Two short, one long. One long, one short. Two long, one short. Short, long, short. Long, short, long long.

Fuck.

He pushes back, but keeps his eyes on the glow as he grabs his skateboard again. Fuck. Darby starts off down the old highway, kicking at the pavement to get speed, but his thoughts stay behind with the tower perched on the surf-beaten rocks and the word repeated, over and over, blink by blink.

H-U-N-G-R-Y

[top10countriesineuropefortourist]

Top 10 Countries in Europe for Tourists

Introduction

Europe, a continent bursting with history, culture, and tantalizing cuisines, is a haven for tourists. But with so many countries to explore, where should one start? Let's dive into the top 10 countries Europe for tourists that should be on every traveler's European bucket list!

France

Ah, France! The nation of love, wine, and delectable pastries. France has much to offer to every kind of traveler.

The City of Love: Paris

Who hasn't dreamt of standing atop the Eiffel Tower or wandering through the Louvre? Paris is a mesmerizing blend of history, fashion, and culinary expertise. Have you ever heard the phrase, "Paris is always a good idea"? Well, they weren't kidding!

French Riviera's Enchanting Coastline

Beyond Paris, the south of France boasts stunning coastal towns like Nice, Cannes, and St. Tropez. Crystal blue waters, golden sandy beaches, and world-class festivals – what's not to love?

Italy

When you think of Italy, what comes to mind? Pizza, pasta, or perhaps the Leaning Tower of Pisa? But there's so much more to this beautiful country.

Rome's Timeless Ruins

The Colosseum, Roman Forum, Pantheon... Rome is like a living museum. Walking its streets feels like time-traveling back to the glory days of the Roman Empire. Have you ever wondered how it feels to walk the same paths as ancient emperors? Rome gives you the answer!

Venice: The City on Water

Imagine floating down serene canals with a singing gondolier. Venice is pure magic. Bridges, waterways, and historic buildings create a unique experience. And let's not forget the delicious gelato waiting around every corner!

Spain

Spain is a fiesta of flavors, sights, and sounds. It's a place where passion meets tradition.

Festive Barcelona

From Gaudi's architectural wonders to the lively La Rambla, Barcelona offers a unique blend of modernity and history. Tapas, anyone?

Seville's Flamenco Beat

The heart of Andalusia beats to the rhythm of flamenco. Seville offers sun-soaked plazas, historic palaces, and a vibrant nightlife. And did I mention the mouthwatering churros?

Greece

The cradle of Western civilization, Greece offers sun, sand, and ancient history.

Ancient Athens

The Acropolis, Parthenon, and ancient ruins remind you of Greece's grandeur. But Athens isn't just about the past; it's a buzzing city with a vibrant street culture.

Santorini's Sunset Magic

Cliffside towns with white-washed buildings overlooking azure waters — Santorini is postcard-perfect. Have you ever wondered where the best sunset in the world might be? Many say it's right here!

Portugal

The underdog of European travel, Portugal is a hidden gem waiting to be discovered.

Historic Lisbon

With its cobblestone streets, historic trams, and delicious pastries (hello, pastéis de nata!), Lisbon is a delightful mix of old and new.

The Douro Valley's Wine Trail

Rolling hills, terraced vineyards, and world-class wines make the Douro Valley a must-visit for every wine lover. Fancy a glass of port in its birthplace?

Conclusion

From history-filled cities to breathtaking landscapes, Europe offers an eclectic mix for every traveler. Whether you're looking for gastronomic delights, architectural marvels, or beachside tranquility, Europe has it all. So, where are you headed next?

[bikepackinguk]

Day One Hundred and One

A bit of searching around yesterday evening failed to find much in the way of places to pitch up the tent, but a convenient bench off a footpath overlooking West Alvington made for a comfortable enough bed with a beautiful view.

I awoke this morning to a crowd of cows engrossed in the sight if me through the fence. I presume they were impressed by my calves.

The forecast is for an absolutely roasting day ahead, so I'll likely be sacrificing a bit of mileage to be able to shelter in what shade is available over the day. That's no bad compromise if course - the last thing I wantnto do is give myself heatstroke. But Devon's hills are going to continue to be relentless, so we'll see how we go.

Onwards! out into the road and a ride back through to Kingsbridge, where it's back on to the A379 as it leads on east to the sea once more.

Over the pretty arched bridge over Bowcombe Creek and it's a lot more climbing through the countryside in through Chillington, before a nice descent gives a cruise down to Torcross.

The view up the coast here is just lovely, with a nice long stretch of riding between the lapping waves and Slapton Ley Nature Reserve. This early on a Saturday morning, the traffic is thankfully quiet and at times the only sound to be heard as I ride along are the birds and the waves. Glorious.

The cliffsides ahead promise an end to this bit of flat riding unfortunately, and the road soon veers up with a steep climb to get up over the clifftops.

Past Strete the road drops down to the sea once more at the beautiful beach of Blackpool Sands, before heading straight back up again through a tunnel of trees.

Another hill crested and it's a long zoom back downhill once again, for the road to lead out onto the hillsides above the River Dart at the town of Dartmouth.

A glide down through the busy streets here takes me to the ferry which is sat waiting for me to roll onto with perfect timing. Across the water glittering in the sunlight and before I know it I'm landed at Kingswear.

Up away from the riverside, it's another big long hill to slog my way up, with the mercury rising as the day progresses.

Uo through the green hills with a lot of sweat, the road heads back down for a long drop down to lead me in to the harbour at Brixham.

After taking in the sights here, it's back out through the busy crowds and onto the road once more, slogging up with the heaving traffic to track up above Paignton for a resupply at a supermarket, before riding down to hit the waterfront proper.

With the high tide in action, I get a gentle ride around the coast here along with throngs of other tourists making the most of the sunny September day.

The route ahead leads up and over the red stone cliffsides to head around the bay into the famous seaside town of Torquay, which is similarly busy with folk enjoying the unseasonable heat.

I have a gentle stroll around the waterside and past the harbour, before it's once more into the climbs up the hills of Wellswood.

Around through Babbacombe, the hills begin to form in earnest, with some challenging long climbs up and up over the cliffs once more.

Whilst Devon's hills aren't as spikey and sheer as Cornwall's, they are long and relentless and no less difficult. They do at least offer a little more payoff in giving some good long descents back down again, and with today's heat the breeze felt when zooming down from on high is a very welcome one.

Down the road twists to reach the bridge over the River Teign at the town of Teignmouth, where the road dips around and climbs back up once more on its long grind back up the clifftops.

More sweaty work ensues whilst doing what I can to grab the meager shade available, before the road finally drops back down to the seaside town of Dawlish.

The road twists tightly through the historic town centre, but on yhe way out does offer a good stretch of out-of-traffic cycle paths, which I eagerly junp onto.

The trail leads on to a lovely little stretch of path over the clifftops, with a view of Exmouth ahead, before descending down towards the holiday village of Dawlish Warren.

At this point, I've been riding along for a good 10 hours or so, and think it's probably a good point to call it for the day. I'm in good range to get resupplied in the morning, and with Exeter inly a short distance away I know I have a lot more NCN routes finally emerging along the coast to follow.

Despite the heat of today, that's been some good progress, and honestly I think I'm now through the toughest parts of this journey overall. Ehich is a little scary!

Time to find a spot to hole up for the night. I think it may be another evening without the tent for me, but if it's anything like last night then the bivvy bag will be more than warm enough.

TTFN!

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Morwyn Tlys - A Retelling of a Japanese Folktale - Work From Uni

A young traveller drove down the narrow, winding road leading to Broad Haven, his car filled with all the belongings he thought he would need, clothes, snacks, bodyboard, wetsuit, the basics anyone would take when heading to a beach village. It wasn’t a large town by any means, you could probably walk from the bay to the hills overlooking it in twenty minutes, thirty if you were a slow walker, but all the same it was a lovely town. He had many fond memories of it from his childhood, from splashing in the waves to wandering up the cliffs at sunset.

The road to Broad Haven was often quiet. Usually the most the traveller had to deal with was a couple of other cars coming out of town, needing to only occasionally dip into one of the many passing spaces that lined his road. This time, however, he came across a small child sitting all alone at the side of the road, her face in her hands, trembling like a leaf in an autumn gale.

Curious, he pulled up beside her, careful not to block the road, and rolled down his window, “Are you alright, little girl? What are you doing out here all alone?”

The child lifted her head, curiously staring him in the eye, “What are you doing,” she responded, “alone with so much to transport?”

Taken aback, the traveller answered her, “Oh, I’m heading to Broad Haven. My grandparents live there.”

“Ah,” said the child, “take me too.”

Carefully, the traveller got out and opened the passenger door, mindful of any oncoming traffic, “What is your name, my little girl?”

She climbed inside, already clipping on her seatbelt, “Don’t have one.”

“Oh…” the young man got back behind the wheel, starting up the engine, “Where did you come from?”

“Nowhere.”

Confused, he carefully moved out into the road once more, a hundred questions buzzing around his mind, “How old are you? You can’t be more than seven, right?”

“I have no age.”

The questions didn’t cease, swirling in his mind like a wild storm, “Why are you here?”

The child did not look at him, staring at the road ahead as the glitter of the sea crept over the horizon, “I have been waiting for you.”

“How long have you waited?” now even more puzzled, the young traveller decided that it was obvious he wasn’t going to get any closer to figuring out who this child really was. Perhaps it was time to just shrug and move on.

“For more than a hundred years,” came the answer, confirming his thoughts and drawing a soft laugh from his throat, “Take me to the town.”

“Alright, if you insist,” together, the child and the traveller arrived in Broad Haven, just in time for the annual carnival. Children and their parents ran through the streets, dressed in costumes of foxes, dragons, cats, bears, lions, tigers, you name it, somebody probably had it as a costume. There were floats decorated as huge shoals of fish, sparkling fabric tied down as waves, or paper cut to mimic the grass of a savannah. Elderly relatives laughed and cheered from the pavement, waving at their families, and the occasional teenager begrudgingly took pictures of their parents and siblings. The traveller parked his car at the youth hostel, out of the way of the parade, watching in confusion as the child he had picked up waved goodbye and fled deeper into town. She followed the crowds to the school field, giggling as she wove between couples and adoring parents. Barefoot, she danced on the grass, drawing the attention of almost everyone, including the mayor himself, and they all cheered when she finished. The mayor approached her, clapping his hands loudly.

“Little girl, that was wonderful! What is your name?”

“I don’t have one, sir…” she looked away, rubbing her arms sheepishly, “I came to find someone who… I dare not ask, I am afraid.”

“Oh, don’t be afraid, we are all friends here!” he told her, “What did you come looking for?”

Embarrassed, the child mumbled her answer, “I came to find someone who would look after me… Will you let me stay?”

The mayor let out a happy cry, “Of course I shall!” and quickly offered her a place in his home. She was named Morwyn Tlys by him and the people of Broad Haven.

Very quickly did Morwyn Tlys become the best in the town at every creative task when she enrolled at the school. She could sing and play any instrument she was given. Her painting skills surpassed all of her classmates, and her embroidery and work with fabric surprised all the seamstresses and weavers many years her superior. Her written words moved whoever read them to tears or laughter. Hundreds of characters danced to her tune, and she knew well the legend of St David and the tales surrounding the Carningli mountain. The townsfolk nicknamed her the Wonder Child, the Jewel of the town.

And the mayor loved her as his own daughter.

Over the years he forgot his duties as mayor, obsessed with his Morwyn Tlys. Constantly he kept her by his side, growing defensive if anyone dared to approach her, and overly passionate about her skills in every subject, so much that his people grew afraid to speak to him. His obsession ran deep, so deep that he grew ill and listless, and no doctor or remedy cold do anything to cure him.

The people feared some dark curse had been placed upon him, but nobody knew who or what had caused it, “What could have caused all this?” they asked each other, “It must be some witchcraft, if no medicine can help him. What if it kills him?!”

The mayor ignored their words, regarding them as nothing more than mad, worrying fools, “As for myself and my dear Morwyn Tlys, we shall do what we want.”

He was mad for Morwyn Tlys.

He took her to his second home up on the cliffs, overlooking the sea, away from his people, and prepared a feast for her. Only his assistants and close family were permitted to attend, and they all came, bringing words of praise for Morwyn Tlys, who had grown into a beautiful young woman, and her adopted father. She wore dresses of fine red and gold, the finest that could be found in the county, and helped serve her friends and family, much to the mayor’s surprise and despite his insistence that she should be served instead. Instead, she shook her head, carefully pouring his wine from the bottle.

He looked into her eyes.

“Morwyn… my dear Morwyn Tlys… Nobody compares to you, my daughter,” he said, “There is nobody here worthy to touch you, Morwyn Tlys…”

He spoke loudly enough for everyone present to hear him, and they all laughed bitterly at his words. Morwyn Tlys, however, tried to hide her face.

“Father, please…”

The hours passed as they ate together, and the sky became overcast with black clouds that hid the night sky. The waves crashed wildly at the cliffs below them. The wind howled around the house like some broken beast, blowing the windows open and knocking ornaments and pictures from the walls and shelves. Rain poured in torrents through the windows, soaking the curtains and covering the floor in a thin layer of freezing water. The lights went out, sending almost all in attendance into a panic, their screams dragged away by the wails of the wind. Tables and chairs were overturned, dishes and glasses shattered on the floor, the wine bottle split open on the tiles, the red liquid inside mingling with the rain. It wove around Morwyn Tlys’ ankles, and as it touched her skin, a blinding green-gold light began to shine from her, streaming in wild tongues of fire from her body.

The mayor cried out for her over the wind, his voice strained and cracked, “Morwyn Tlys! Morwyn Tlys! Morwyn Tlys!” and as the last word left him lips, he collapsed to the floor, shivering and feverish, in a deathly trance.

He remained in the trance for many days, in a worse state than his mad obsession with Morwyn Tlys, seeming either asleep or dead, and nothing, no human or superstition, could awaken him.

The council met to discuss how they could possibly help the mayor, but none could think of a remedy they hadn’t already tried. No matter what they came up with, no medicine or superstition, nothing would bring him back. Morwyn Tlys was no help; she hid away in her room, locking the door and not allowing anyone to enter.

The mayor’s assistants gathered together, pondering over the lists of everything they had attempted. They had almost given up when there was a knock on the door. When they opened it, a murmur rippled through the gathering when a child, seeming around the same age as Morwyn Tlys, walked in, holding a strange silver stone.

“Child, what are you doing here? This is no place for you.”

The child didn’t say a word. They took a piece of paper from their pocket and handed it to the mayor’s personal assistant, before turning away and running back into the town. Curious, the assistant unfolded the paper, finding a message scribbled in red crayon.

“I found this while exploring the field at school. Everyone saw something weird a few weeks ago out there, so I went to look and found a message on a big rock in the trees. The stone was next to it. The message said ‘do not trust those who you know nothing about.’”

“What does it mean?” One of the younger assistants called out, her voice trembling and nervous.

“It means,” the mayor’s personal assistant replied, “that we have trusted someone we should have cast out from the beginning.”

He took the silver stone in hand and fled from the meeting hall, running back up to the mayor’s home. The other assistants followed him, muttering in concern. He led them up to the room of Morwyn Tlys, where the young woman sat, looking out of her window.

“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t call you all here. What is it you need?”

“Morwyn Tlys,” said the assistant, “A child gave us a gift for you. I hope you’ll accept it.”

“I am in no mood for gifts, no matter who they are from,” she responded, “when Father is sick or dying.”

“But it is from someone who could be a friend! Please, Morwyn Tlys, take it.”

“Well, if I must …” she said.

The assistant held out the stone, watching Morwyn Tlys for a reaction. She recoiled, lifting a hand to shield her face as she bristled at the sight of it.

“Where did you get that?”

“So it’s true…” the assistant looked at her in horror, “We should never have trusted you!”

In a fit of rage, he threw the stone at Morwyn Tlys, and when it struck her arm she let out a piercing wail. The stone latched onto her skin, tiny claws digging into her flesh, and from it, silver and green scales spread over her. Her hair became fronds, like some strange antennae sprouting from the back of her head. Her fingers became webbed, and she shed the gown she wore, revealing more scales. Panicked, she leapt from her window, fleeing the house, through the village, until she reached the school field and hid herself under the stone the child had told the assistants about.

The mayor immediately recovered from his sickness, and the whole town was relieved at the miracle.

However, soon horrible things were noticed surrounding the stone in the school field. All plants surrounding it shriveled and died, no matter what anybody did to try and sustain them. The children and teachers at the school started reporting severe sickness, and many had to stay home. So many left that the school closed, and the building was quickly emptied. The birds and animals living in the trees and grass fled or died, the flowers withered, and the stone itself turned black. The people of Broad Haven nicknamed it the Death Stone, or Carreg Marwolaeth, and it remained that way for several decades.

On the 50th anniversary of the creation of Carreg Marwolaeth, the child who had brought the stone to the mayor’s assistants, now grown, returned to the village and their home. The few villagers who remained begged them not to go anywhere near the south side, for anyone who got too close to the stone in the old school field fell ill or died. Their only response was a smile and the promise that the village will not remain in fear for much longer.

With that, they led the villagers to Carreg Marwolaeth, though the terrified people hung back on the seafront. They made their way to the school field, unarmed, and though they began to cough as they approached the stone, they called out, “Come out, old friend. I mean you no harm.”

A blaze of green and silver fire engulfed Carreg Marwolaeth, and it split in two. The flames gathered together in the centre of the broken rock, curling into the form of a woman. She stared at them for a moment, regret in her eyes.

“You call me old friend, yet we were never friends. Why now?”

The grown child did not respond, only held out their hand to the woman, who had silver and green scales glittering all over her body and fronds sprouting from the back of her head. She recoiled a little. There was a small stone lodged in her arm, and she scratched at it with claws that belonged to no known animal.

“Why? You were the one who told them about me. Had you not this would not have happened, and this place would not be abandoned.”

The child regarded her with a sorrowful gaze, “I know. Come to me, and let me fix my mistakes.”

“I wouldn’t call saving my father from sickness a mistake.”

“And yet I doomed you,” the child took a step closer, a cough catching in their throat, “You were no more than a child, like I was.”

The woman stared at them, curious, wary, “I was the cause of Father’s sickness. You did what you had to then. Why return now to help me?”

“I see your regret. I see you have changed, and you have no malicious intent. You did not know what your presence would do, friend,” the child held out their hand, watching the woman closely, “Morwyn Tlys, will you do me the favour of freeing you from this curse?”

“You cannot free me entirely,” Morwyn Tlys stepped down from Carreg Marwolaeth, reaching for her friend’s hand, “But please, at least rid me of this hideous form.”

The child smiled as Morwyn Tlys took their hand and pulled her in for a hug. They let her hold them tightly, 50 years of isolation and fear seeping through the cracks of disbelief. Gently, they grasped the stone set in her arm, poking at the tiny claws that had plunged into her flesh until they released their grip, and they slowly pulled it away from her. Immediately, the scales and fronds retreated from Morwyn Tlys’ body, and she sighed in relief. They slowly pulled away, stone in hand.

“Go, old friend. Lift the curse from this place.”

Morwyn Tyls flashed them a grateful smile and fled the field, fled past the villagers who gasped as she went by, fled into the sea, into which she dived and disappeared from the sight of humans.

The child smiled as they watched her go. Colour immediately returned to the field and the trees, wildflowers bloomed, the animals returned to their homes. Carreg Marwolaeth remained split in two, and the black stone turned grey once again. They looked down at the rock in their hand and saw that it had been weakened by the removal. Quickly, they clenched their fist and crushed it to dust in their palm, intent on never allowing it or themselves to harm anyone like that again.

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A Rio de Janeiro Crawl/Uma Crawl Carioca

By: ImagineAW

Hi! Oi! This is my first attempt at a word crawl, so I hope this goes well. This is my version of a virtual trip to Rio de Janeiro, the Marvelous City. The easy way is to pick two challenges from each zone. The hard way is to do it all at once. Boa Sorte!

Há uma versão português aqui! (Deve ser lá embaixo da versão inglês)

North Zone

São Cristóvão Fair: This cultural center highlights culture from across Northeastern Brazil with incredible, food, music, and games. People come to dance and sing though the night. One night, you come over for dinner and end up singing karaoke and dancing with strangers into the next morning Write until the end of this scene.

Maracanã Stadium: If soccer is Brazil’s religion, then Maracanã is the cathedral. What was once the largest stadium in the world has since played host to several World Cup finals and the Olympic gold medal match. You hear that the city’s biggest teams are playing today, and get tickets. Cheer on your team; include something in this scene that will excite your readers.

Samba Schools: Carnaval is a few months away, but many of the city’s samba schools are already preparing. The suburbs are home to many schools, so you decided to spend the evening at their rehearsal dinner. In addition to an amazing show, you have a plate of Brazil’s national dish, feijoada. Pick a song and write for the duration of the song non-stop.

Quinta de Boa Vista: For a period of time, Brazil was home to the Royal Court of Portugal. After independence, it was briefly a kingdom of its own until it became a republic. During that time, this amazing park was home to the palace. The palace was later turned into an amazing museum. The museum largely burned down in 2018, but you can still visit the beautiful park and zoo that surrounded it. Write for 10 minutes.

West Zone

Surfing in Recreio: Far from all the people crowding the beaches of the South Zone, surfers from around the world come to enjoy the waves and tan. You decide to spend a few hours on the beach. If you know how to swim, write 300 words. If not, write 500.

Hang gliding from Pedra Branca: If you’ve ever wanted to see Rio like birds, then here is your chance to fly. Take off happens from inside Tijuca National Park and you land on the beach. Just thinking about it makes your heart race. Flip a coin. If heads, write for 5 minutes. If tails, write for 15 minutes.

Tijuca Forest: The forest that surrounds Rio de Janeiro was mostly planted by hand, after it was destroyed for coffee plantations. Despite being one of the smallest national parks in Brazil, it’s still one of the biggest urban forests in the world. You lace up your shoes one morning and see all the animals and trees living together in the wilderness. Brazil is home to a lot of animals, but not the Fifty Headed Hydra. Try to write 500 words in 5 minutes.

Barra Shopping Malls: Barra is an upper class neighborhood best known for its malls. The shopping centers here are filled with good deals and attractions. You decide to grab a few things while you’re in the area. Add a special item to your scene.

Boat Tour through the Swamp: The opulent neighborhood of Barra was built on top of a marsh that you can still see behind the luxury condos. When one the guys at the dock gives you a great deal on a tour, you give it a try and see caimans and birds. You even grab a snack on the hidden island of Gigoia. Write for 15 minutes.

Downtown /Central

Clubbing in Lapa: Hundreds of years ago, the Lapa arches served as an aqueduct that brought water into downtown. One night, you pass underneath to party at one of the many clubs that line the streets of Lapa. Join the party at the NaNoWordSprints Twitter account!

Santa Teresa: On a hill overlooking downtown and the South Zone is the beautiful neighborhood of Santa Teresa. It has traditionally been the home of intellectuals and artists. You take a trip on the famous tram and see the beautiful architecture. Write for 5 minutes

Escadaria Selarón: A Chilean painter and sculptor named Jorge Selarón began to cover the steps by his house in colorful tiles. He called it his tribute to the Brazilian people, and now people from around the world come to see his work. You take photos and climb the steps to Santa Teresa. Include a little more color in your next description.

Valongo Wharf: Brazil brought more Africans to its shores as slaves than any other country in the Americas and was the last to abolish slavery. Between 500 thousand and 1 million came through this dock, which is now a World Heritage Site. You pay tribute to the people who suffered here. Write 333 words, one for each year slavery existed in Brazil.

Museu de Amanhã: This museum was created just before the Olympics as an intellectual icon of the city. You decide to see the brand new exhibits for a few hours one morning. Write until the next multiple of 1000.

Cinelândia: Rio de Janeiro briefly served as the capital of Portugal when the royal court was escaping the Napoleonic Wars. They also brought over the empire’s institutions and wealth in the process, constructing beautiful new homes for things like the the National Museum of Fine Arts, the Municipal Theatre, and the National Library. You can’t see everything in one day, but you can try. Try to write 200 words in 10 minutes.

South Zone

Sugarloaf Mountain: In Brazil, the most famous landmark of Rio is the beautiful mountain along Guanabara Bay. The cablecar ride to the top of the mountain provides a spectacular view of the whole city. You decide to enjoy the ride early on one day. Write for 6 minutes, the length of the ride.

Christ the Redeemer: One of the New Wonders of the World, this statue of Jesus has been overlooking and embracing Rio de Janeiro for 90 years. One morning you ride the tram up Corcovado to visit it. Include a hug in your scene.

Flamengo Park: Locals love nothing more than getting outside, and this is the perfect place to do it. Beyond the beach and sports fields, it’s also home to the Museum of Modern Art and the Marina da Glória. You start one morning off with a walk, and you can see planes land at Santos Dumont Airport. If you grew up learning that Alberto Santos Dumont was the inventor of the airplane, write 100 words. If you grew up with the Wright Brothers, write 300 words. If you grew up learning about neither, write 500 words.

Botanical Gardens: This 200 year-old garden is dedicated to the diversity of foreign and domestic plants. One of the plants in the garden is the Brazilwood tree, which named the country. Watch your word count grow with the Three Digit Challenge.

Rodrigo de Freitas Lagoon: This heart-shape lake is sandwiched between all of the mountains of South Zone. If you get there early in the morning, you can even see toucans flying around. One morning, you have breakfast next to the still water. Write until your word count is a palindrome.

Dois Irmãos Mountain: This hike is well worth the hours of effort. You can see all of the South Zone from the top and beautiful forest all the way up. You can’t get there alone though, you’ll need a mototaxi to get through Vidigal to the beginning of the hike. Go to a write-in, watch a virtual one online, or replay an old one on YouTube.

Copacabana, Ipanema, Leblon Beaches: These are some of the most famous beaches on Earth. You spend a whole day on the beach, swimming and tanning. You sip on a caipirinha and watch guys play footvolley on the sand. Take a 10 minute break and have a drink of water.

Hippie Fair: If you want a souvenir, there’s no place better than the Hippie Fair. Tourists and locals like to come here for interesting finds like art and clothes. You dedicate your Sunday afternoon to looking around at all the things people have to offer. Write 250 words.

Capoeira Classes in Vidigal: As a form of resistance, enslaved Africans in Brazil created capoeira. Capoeira is a mixture of martial arts and dance that allowed them practice fighting on the plantation. Today, it is a famous part of Black Brazilian heritage. You sign up for classes with a community organization in Vidigal, one of the favelas in the South Zone. Write for 15 minutes.

Sunset at Arpoador: At the end of a beautiful day at the beach, people gather on the rocks of Arpoador to watch the sunset. As the sun hides behind the horizon, next to Pedra da Gávea and Dois Irmãos, everyone begins to clap. Write 167 words.

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Ottawa's Hidden Gems: Lesser-Known Attractions Near Your Lasik Clinic

Ottawa, Canada's capital, is renowned for its iconic parliament buildings and world-class museums. However, the city is also home to numerous hidden gems that often go unnoticed by visitors and even some locals. If you're in the Carling Avenue area, perhaps for a medical appointment, why not take some time to explore these lesser-known attractions? Here are some unique spots to discover:

1. The Arboretum

Just a short drive from Carling Avenue, the Arboretum is a peaceful oasis in the heart of the city. This 64-acre green space is home to a diverse collection of trees, shrubs, and wildlife. It's the perfect spot for a relaxing walk or a picnic, especially during spring when the flowers are in bloom.

2. Remic Rapids Park

Located along the Ottawa River, Remic Rapids Park is famous for its rock sculptures created by local artist John Felice Ceprano. These balanced rock formations, which change every year, create a surreal landscape that's particularly stunning at sunset.

3. Britannia Conservation Area

A hidden gem for nature lovers, this area features walking trails, beaches, and excellent birdwatching opportunities. It's a great place to appreciate Ottawa's natural beauty away from the bustling city center.

4. Beechwood Cemetery

While it might seem unusual to visit a cemetery, Beechwood is no ordinary resting place. As the National Cemetery of Canada, it's the final home of many notable Canadians and features beautiful Victorian-era architecture and landscaping.

5. Mer Bleue Bog

This unique ecosystem is one of the most outstanding natural features in the Ottawa area. A boardwalk trail allows visitors to explore this northern boreal landscape rarely found this far south.

6. The Canada Agriculture and Food Museum

Often overshadowed by its more famous museum counterparts, this working farm in the heart of the city offers a unique, hands-on experience. It's a great place to learn about Canada's agricultural heritage and see farm animals up close.

7. Byward Market Courtyards

While Byward Market itself is well-known, few visitors explore its hidden courtyards. These secluded spaces offer quiet retreats, often featuring local art installations and charming cafes.

8. Rideau Falls

Often overlooked in favor of the larger Chaudière Falls, Rideau Falls offers a picturesque view where the Rideau River meets the Ottawa River. The nearby Green Island is perfect for a peaceful walk.

9. The Ottawa Inukshuk

Located at Nepean Point behind the National Gallery, this Inukshuk offers one of the best views of Parliament Hill and the Ottawa River. It's a great spot for photography enthusiasts.

10. Little Italy's Murals

Take a stroll down Preston Street in Little Italy to discover a series of vibrant murals depicting the area's rich cultural history. It's a colorful way to explore one of Ottawa's most charming neighborhoods.

Exploring these hidden gems can be a delightful way to experience Ottawa's diverse offerings. And speaking of seeing things clearly, if you're considering vision correction, the Focus Eye Centre on Carling Avenue is conveniently located to many of these attractions. After a Lasik procedure at Focus Eye Centre, you might find yourself appreciating these hidden gems - and all of Ottawa's beauty - with newfound clarity. Whether you're a local or a visitor, there's always something new to discover in Ottawa, especially when you're seeing it through fresh eyes.

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Embark on an unforgettable journey to one of the world's most magical destinations with The Magic of Bali, an awe-inspiring cinematic masterpiece set to release in 2024. This video is not just a visual feast; it is an immersive experience that takes you deep into the heart and soul of Bali, capturing the island's unique blend of natural beauty, spiritual heritage, and rich cultural tapestry.

Through breathtaking 4K cinematography, The Magic of Bali transports you to the island’s most iconic locations. Marvel at the ancient temples, nestled high in the mountains or perched dramatically on cliff edges overlooking the ocean. Watch the graceful Balinese dancers perform their age-old rituals, as intricate hand movements and vibrant costumes weave a story of devotion, spirituality, and harmony with nature. The film delves into the spiritual essence of Bali, offering glimpses into sacred ceremonies and traditional festivals that are rarely seen by outsiders.

From the lush, green rice terraces of Ubud, cascading down the hills like steps to the heavens, to the tranquil beaches with their white sands and turquoise waters, the video showcases the incredible diversity of Bali’s landscapes. Towering volcanoes loom in the distance, their peaks often shrouded in mist, while waterfalls plunge into crystal-clear pools in the midst of verdant jungles. The serene beauty of sunrise over Mount Agung and the breathtaking colors of sunset on Bali's western shores are captured in exquisite detail, evoking the sense of wonder that draws millions of travelers to this paradise each year.

The video also highlights Bali’s vibrant culture. Viewers will be immersed in the daily life of the Balinese people, from the bustling street markets filled with colorful offerings to the quiet moments of reflection and prayer at local temples. Traditional music, played on the gamelan, provides a haunting and ethereal soundtrack that heightens the emotional connection to this magical island.

With stunning aerial drone shots, intimate close-ups, and a carefully crafted narrative, The Magic of Bali is a visual poem that speaks to the soul. It captures the contrasts of Bali—the energy of its urban centers and the peace of its rural villages, the wildness of its untamed jungles and the serenity of its meditative spaces. Whether you’re familiar with Bali or discovering its wonders for the first time, this cinematic video will leave you with a deep sense of admiration and awe for this island of the gods.

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Unveiling Hidden Gems: Off-the-Beaten-Path Destinations to Explore with Our Tourism and Travel Agency

In an era where popular travel destinations often overshadow lesser-known locales, our tourism and travel agency is dedicated to uncovering hidden gems that promise unique and unforgettable experiences. Venturing beyond the usual tourist trails allows you to discover the true essence of a destination, away from the crowds. Here, we guide you through some off-the-beaten-path destinations you should explore with our expert assistance.

 1. Embrace the Charm of Quaint Coastal Villages

One of the best-kept secrets of our tourism and travel agency is the array of quaint coastal villages that offer an authentic experience away from the bustling city life. These hidden gems are perfect for travelers seeking tranquility and scenic beauty. Imagine strolling through narrow, cobblestone streets, enjoying fresh seafood at local eateries, and relaxing on serene, unspoiled beaches. Our agency specializes in curating personalized itineraries to such charming destinations, ensuring that you experience the local culture and natural beauty in the most immersive way.

 2. Discover Ancient Ruins and Historical Sites

If you’re a history buff, our tourism and travel agency can guide you to ancient ruins and historical sites that are often overlooked by mainstream tourism. These lesser-known locations offer fascinating insights into past civilizations and their cultures. From forgotten temples in remote jungles to ancient fortresses perched on hills, these sites provide a unique perspective on history and architecture. Our travel experts can help you explore these hidden historical treasures, offering you a chance to delve deeper into the rich tapestry of human heritage.

 3. Explore Uncharted Natural Wonders

Nature lovers will find themselves enthralled by the uncharted natural wonders that our tourism and travel agency has to offer. Whether it’s a secluded waterfall tucked away in a dense forest or a stunning mountain range that remains relatively undiscovered, these destinations promise breathtaking landscapes and serene environments. Our agency’s knowledgeable guides can lead you to these awe-inspiring spots, ensuring you experience nature’s wonders without the usual tourist interference. Embrace the opportunity to connect with nature in its purest form.

 4. Experience Local Culture in Undiscovered Towns

For those seeking an authentic cultural experience, our tourism and travel agency can introduce you to undiscovered towns where local traditions and lifestyles flourish away from the globalized influence of major cities. These towns often have vibrant markets, traditional festivals, and artisan crafts that provide a genuine glimpse into the local way of life. By choosing our agency, you’ll gain access to unique cultural experiences that aren’t available in more heavily visited destinations.

 5. Indulge in Unique Culinary Experiences

Food enthusiasts will relish the opportunity to explore lesser-known destinations that offer unique culinary experiences. Our tourism and travel agency can direct you to hidden eateries, local food markets, and regional specialties that aren’t found in mainstream tourist spots. From sampling exotic dishes in remote villages to dining in family-run restaurants with recipes passed down through generations, these culinary adventures promise to delight your taste buds and expand your gastronomic horizons.

 Conclusion

Exploring off-the-beaten-path destinations can be one of the most rewarding aspects of travel, offering a chance to discover hidden gems and immerse yourself in authentic experiences. Our tourism and travel agency is dedicated to crafting personalized journeys that take you beyond the ordinary, allowing you to uncover unique locales and engage with local cultures in meaningful ways. By choosing our agency, you’re not just visiting a destination; you’re embarking on an adventure that reveals the true essence of travel. Let us help you uncover the world’s hidden treasures and create unforgettable memories on your next journey.

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The Allure of Gavalohori: Unveiling Crete's Best-Kept Secret

Nestled in the picturesque hills of western Crete, Gavalohori is a village that encapsulates the essence of traditional Greek charm. This hidden gem, often overlooked by the throngs of tourists, offers a unique glimpse into the island's rich history, culture, and natural beauty. From its cobblestone streets and stone-built houses to its vibrant local traditions and stunning landscapes, Gavalohori is a treasure trove waiting to be discovered.

A Historical Tapestry

The Origins of Gavalohori

Gavalohori is named after the Gavalas family, who were prominent during the Venetian occupation of Crete. The village's history, however, stretches back much further, with archaeological findings indicating settlements dating to the Minoan period. These deep historical roots are visible in the architecture and layout of the village, providing a living museum for those interested in Crete's past.

Architectural Heritage

Walking through Gavalohori, visitors are greeted by a blend of Venetian, Turkish, and Greek architectural influences. The village is renowned for its well-preserved stone houses with red-tiled roofs and ornate doorways. One of the most notable buildings is the old olive oil factory, now serving as a museum that showcases traditional methods of olive oil production. The narrow, winding streets lead to charming squares where locals gather, offering a snapshot of daily life in a bygone era. Visit GAVALOCHORI.

The Cultural Heartbeat

Local Traditions and Crafts

Gavalohori is not just a village frozen in time; it is a vibrant community that keeps its traditions alive. One of the most celebrated aspects of local culture is the art of lace-making. The women of Gavalohori have been producing intricate, hand-made lace for generations, a craft known locally as "kopaneli." This skill is passed down from mother to daughter, and visitors can witness the meticulous process in various workshops scattered throughout the village.

Festivals and Celebrations

The village calendar is dotted with festivals and celebrations that offer a deeper understanding of local customs. The feast of Agios Georgios (St. George), the village's patron saint, is particularly significant. Celebrated with processions, music, and traditional dances, it is a highlight for both locals and visitors. These events are a testament to the strong community spirit and the importance of cultural heritage in Gavalohori.

Natural Beauty and Outdoor Adventures

Exploring the Surrounding Landscape

Gavalohori is blessed with a stunning natural setting that invites exploration. The village is surrounded by olive groves, vineyards, and rolling hills, making it an ideal starting point for nature walks and hikes. One popular route is the trail to the nearby village of Douliana, which takes hikers through lush landscapes and offers breathtaking views of the Cretan countryside.

Beaches and Coastal Delights

While Gavalohori itself is inland, it is just a short drive from some of Crete's most beautiful beaches. Almyrida and Kalyves are two nearby coastal towns that boast pristine sandy shores and crystal-clear waters. These beaches are perfect for swimming, sunbathing, and enjoying water sports. After a day by the sea, returning to the tranquility of Gavalohori provides a perfect balance.

Gastronomic Delights

Traditional Cretan Cuisine

No visit to Gavalohori would be complete without indulging in the local cuisine. The village's tavernas and eateries serve up traditional Cretan dishes that are a feast for the senses. From hearty lamb stews and fresh seafood to an array of mezes (small dishes) featuring locally sourced vegetables, cheese, and olives, the food in Gavalohori is a highlight in its own right.

Olive Oil and Wine

The surrounding region is also known for its excellent olive oil and wine. Many local families produce their own olive oil, using methods that have been passed down through generations. Similarly, the vineyards around Gavalohori produce wines that reflect the unique terroir of Crete. Tasting these products provides a deeper appreciation of the village's agricultural heritage.

Staying in Gavalohori

Accommodation Options

Gavalohori offers a range of accommodation options that cater to different tastes and budgets. Traditional guesthouses and villas provide a charming and comfortable stay, allowing visitors to immerse themselves in the village atmosphere. Many of these accommodations are housed in beautifully restored historic buildings, offering a unique blend of old-world charm and modern amenities.

Sustainable Tourism

The village is committed to promoting sustainable tourism practices. Efforts are made to preserve the natural environment and cultural heritage while providing authentic experiences for visitors. Staying in Gavalohori supports the local economy and helps maintain the traditional way of life that makes the village so special.

Practical Tips for Visitors

Getting There

Gavalohori is easily accessible from Chania, the nearest major city. The village is approximately a 45-minute drive from Chania International Airport. Renting a car is the most convenient way to explore the region, but public transportation options are also available for those who prefer not to drive.

Best Time to Visit

While Gavalohori is beautiful year-round, the best time to visit is during the spring and autumn months. The weather is pleasant, and the village is less crowded than in the peak summer season. These periods also coincide with local festivals and the blooming of wildflowers, adding to the charm of the visit.

Language and Communication

Greek is the official language, but English is widely spoken, especially in the hospitality industry. Learning a few basic Greek phrases can enhance the experience and is always appreciated by the locals.

Conclusion

Gavalohori is a destination that captivates with its blend of history, culture, and natural beauty. It offers a peaceful retreat from the busier tourist spots while providing a rich tapestry of experiences. Whether you're wandering its ancient streets, partaking in local traditions, or exploring the surrounding landscapes, Gavalohori promises an unforgettable journey into the heart of Crete. This best-kept secret invites travelers to slow down, savor the moment, and discover the timeless allure of a village that has preserved its soul through the centuries.

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Discover the Hidden Gem of Sri Lanka: A Complete Guide to Jungle Beach

Sri Lanka, an island nation known for its diverse landscapes and rich cultural heritage, offers a myriad of attractions for every type of traveler. One such hidden gem that should definitely be on your itinerary is Jungle Beach. Tucked away on the southern coast near Unawatuna, Jungle Beach in Sri Lanka is a serene and secluded spot that promises a perfect blend of adventure, relaxation, and natural beauty. There are a lot more places to visit in Sri Lanka! Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you make the most of your visit to this tropical paradise.

Why visit Jungle Beach?

Jungle Beach is an idyllic haven away from the bustling tourist spots. Enclosed by lush greenery and bordered by the turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean, it offers a tranquil escape for those seeking peace and nature. The beach is relatively small, enhancing its secluded feel and making it an ideal spot for relaxation. Additionally, the clear waters and vibrant marine life make it a fantastic location for snorkeling and swimming.

Best Time to Visit

The best time to visit Jungle Beach is during the dry season, which spans from December to April. During these months, you can expect sunny skies, calm seas, and warm temperatures perfect for beach activities. The monsoon season, from May to November, brings heavy rains and rough seas, which can limit outdoor activities and make the beach less accessible.

How to Get There

Jungle Beach is located about 6 kilometers from Galle, a major city on Sri Lanka's southern coast. Here are a few ways to reach Jungle Beach:

By Tuk-Tuk: Hiring a tuk-tuk is a convenient and affordable way to get to Jungle Beach from Galle or Unawatuna. The journey takes about 15-20 minutes.

By Scooter: Renting a scooter gives you the freedom to explore at your own pace. The roads are generally safe, and the ride is scenic.

On Foot: If you're staying in Unawatuna, you can enjoy a pleasant hike to Jungle Beach. The trail is well-marked and takes you through a lush forest, adding to the adventure.

What to Do at Jungle Beach

Relax and Sunbathe: The pristine sands and tranquil environment make Jungle Beach perfect for unwinding. Lay down your towel, soak up the sun, and enjoy the soothing sounds of the ocean.

Snorkeling: The crystal-clear waters are teeming with colorful fish and coral reefs. Rent snorkeling gear from nearby shops and explore the underwater world.

Swimming: The calm and shallow waters are safe for swimming, making it a great spot for families with children.

Hiking: The trail leading to Jungle Beach is a beautiful hike through the jungle, offering opportunities to spot local wildlife and enjoy stunning views.

Photography: The natural beauty of Jungle Beach provides a stunning backdrop for photography. Capture the lush greenery, turquoise waters, and the vibrant marine life.

Nearby Attractions

Galle Fort: Just a short drive away, the historic Galle Fort is a UNESCO World Heritage site. Wander through the cobbled streets, visit the museums, and enjoy the colonial architecture.

Unawatuna Beach: Known for its vibrant nightlife and water sports, Unawatuna Beach is a bustling spot that contrasts with the tranquility of Jungle Beach.

Japanese Peace Pagoda: Located on a hill overlooking Jungle Beach, the Peace Pagoda offers panoramic views of the coast and is a serene place for meditation.

Tips for Visiting Jungle Beach

Pack Essentials: Bring sunscreen, a hat, and plenty of water to stay hydrated. The beach has limited shade, so it’s essential to protect yourself from the sun.

Respect Nature: Jungle Beach is a natural haven, so ensure you leave no trace. Take your trash with you and avoid disturbing the wildlife.

Stay Safe: While the waters are generally calm, always check local advice before swimming, especially during the monsoon season.

Conclusion

Jungle Beach is a must-visit destination for anyone traveling to Sri Lanka. Its untouched beauty and tranquil ambiance offer a perfect retreat from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Whether you're looking to relax on the beach, explore underwater marvels, or embark on a jungle hike, Jungle Beach has something for everyone. Plan your visit during the dry season to fully experience all that this hidden paradise has to offer. Don't forget to include Jungle Beach in your Sri Lanka itinerary for an unforgettable adventure.

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Morwyn Tlys - A Retelling of Tamamo the Fox Maiden - a Japanese Folk Tale

A young traveller drove down the narrow, winding road leading to Broad Haven, his car filled with all the belongings he thought he would need, clothes, snacks, bodyboard, wetsuit, the basics anyone would take when heading to a beach village. It wasn’t a large town by any means, you could probably walk from the bay to the hills overlooking it in twenty minutes, thirty if you were a slow walker, but all the same it was a lovely town. He had many fond memories of it from his childhood, from splashing in the waves to wandering up the cliffs at sunset.

The road to Broad Haven was often quiet. Usually the most the traveller had to deal with was a couple of other cars coming out of town, needing to only occasionally dip into one of the many passing spaces that lined his road. This time, however, he came across a small child sitting all alone at the side of the road, her face in her hands, trembling like a leaf in an autumn gale.

Curious, he pulled up beside her, careful not to block the road, and rolled down his window, “Are you alright, little girl? What are you doing out here all alone?”

The child lifted her head, curiously staring him in the eye, “What are you doing,” she responded, “alone with so much to transport?”

Taken aback, the traveller answered her, “Oh, I’m heading to Broad Haven. My grandparents live there.”

“Ah,” said the child, “take me too.”

Carefully, the traveller got out and opened the passenger door, mindful of any oncoming traffic, “What is your name, my little girl?”

She climbed inside, already clipping on her seatbelt, “Don’t have one.”

“Oh…” the young man got back behind the wheel, starting up the engine, “Where did you come from?”

“Nowhere.”

Confused, he carefully moved out into the road once more, a hundred questions buzzing around his mind, “How old are you? You can’t be more than seven, right?”

“I have no age.”

The questions didn’t cease, swirling in his mind like a wild storm, “Why are you here?”

The child did not look at him, staring at the road ahead as the glitter of the sea crept over the horizon, “I have been waiting for you.”

“How long have you waited?” now even more puzzled, the young traveller decided that it was obvious he wasn’t going to get any closer to figuring out who this child really was. Perhaps it was time to just shrug and move on.

“For more than a hundred years,” came the answer, confirming his thoughts and drawing a soft laugh from his throat, “Take me to the town.”

“Alright, if you insist,” together, the child and the traveller arrived in Broad Haven, just in time for the annual carnival. Children and their parents ran through the streets, dressed in costumes of foxes, dragons, cats, bears, lions, tigers, you name it, somebody probably had it as a costume. There were floats decorated as huge shoals of fish, sparkling fabric tied down as waves, or paper cut to mimic the grass of a savannah. Elderly relatives laughed and cheered from the pavement, waving at their families, and the occasional teenager begrudgingly took pictures of their parents and siblings. The traveller parked his car at the youth hostel, out of the way of the parade, watching in confusion as the child he had picked up waved goodbye and fled deeper into town. She followed the crowds to the school field, giggling as she wove between couples and adoring parents. Barefoot, she danced on the grass, drawing the attention of almost everyone, including the mayor himself, and they all cheered when she finished. The mayor approached her, clapping his hands loudly.

“Little girl, that was wonderful! What is your name?”

“I don’t have one, sir…” she looked away, rubbing her arms sheepishly, “I came to find someone who… I dare not ask, I am afraid.”

“Oh, don’t be afraid, we are all friends here!” he told her, “What did you come looking for?”

Embarrassed, the child mumbled her answer, “I came to find someone who would look after me… Will you let me stay?”

The mayor let out a happy cry, “Of course I shall!” and quickly offered her a place in his home. She was named Morwyn Tlys by him and the people of Broad Haven.

Very quickly did Morwyn Tlys become the best in the town at every creative task when she enrolled at the school. She could sing and play any instrument she was given. Her painting skills surpassed all of her classmates, and her embroidery and work with fabric surprised all the seamstresses and weavers many years her superior. Her written words moved whoever read them to tears or laughter. Hundreds of characters danced to her tune, and she knew well the legend of St David and the tales surrounding the Carningli mountain. The townsfolk nicknamed her the Wonder Child, the Jewel of the town.

And the mayor loved her as his own daughter.

Over the years he forgot his duties as mayor, obsessed with his Morwyn Tlys. Constantly he kept her by his side, growing defensive if anyone dared to approach her, and overly passionate about her skills in every subject, so much that his people grew afraid to speak to him. His obsession ran deep, so deep that he grew ill and listless, and no doctor or remedy cold do anything to cure him.

The people feared some dark curse had been placed upon him, but nobody knew who or what had caused it, “What could have caused all this?” they asked each other, “It must be some witchcraft, if no medicine can help him. What if it kills him?!”

The mayor ignored their words, regarding them as nothing more than mad, worrying fools, “As for myself and my dear Morwyn Tlys, we shall do what we want.”

He was mad for Morwyn Tlys.

He took her to his second home up on the cliffs, overlooking the sea, away from his people, and prepared a feast for her. Only his assistants and close family were permitted to attend, and they all came, bringing words of praise for Morwyn Tlys, who had grown into a beautiful young woman, and her adopted father. She wore dresses of fine red and gold, the finest that could be found in the county, and helped serve her friends and family, much to the mayor’s surprise and despite his insistence that she should be served instead. Instead, she shook her head, carefully pouring his wine from the bottle.

He looked into her eyes.

“Morwyn… my dear Morwyn Tlys… Nobody compares to you, my daughter,” he said, “There is nobody here worthy to touch you, Morwyn Tlys…”

He spoke loudly enough for everyone present to hear him, and they all laughed bitterly at his words. Morwyn Tlys, however, tried to hide her face.

“Father, please…”

The hours passed as they ate together, and the sky became overcast with black clouds that hid the night sky. The waves crashed wildly at the cliffs below them. The wind howled around the house like some broken beast, blowing the windows open and knocking ornaments and pictures from the walls and shelves. Rain poured in torrents through the windows, soaking the curtains and covering the floor in a thin layer of freezing water. The lights went out, sending almost all in attendance into a panic, their screams dragged away by the wails of the wind. Tables and chairs were overturned, dishes and glasses shattered on the floor, the wine bottle split open on the tiles, the red liquid inside mingling with the rain. It wove around Morwyn Tlys’ ankles, and as it touched her skin, a blinding green-gold light began to shine from her, streaming in wild tongues of fire from her body.

The mayor cried out for her over the wind, his voice strained and cracked, “Morwyn Tlys! Morwyn Tlys! Morwyn Tlys!” and as the last word left him lips, he collapsed to the floor, shivering and feverish, in a deathly trance.

He remained in the trance for many days, in a worse state than his mad obsession with Morwyn Tlys, seeming either asleep or dead, and nothing, no human or superstition, could awaken him.

The council met to discuss how they could possibly help the mayor, but none could think of a remedy they hadn’t already tried. No matter what they came up with, no medicine or superstition, nothing would bring him back. Morwyn Tlys was no help; she hid away in her room, locking the door and not allowing anyone to enter.

The mayor’s assistants gathered together, pondering over the lists of everything they had attempted. They had almost given up when there was a knock on the door. When they opened it, a murmur rippled through the gathering when a child, seeming around the same age as Morwyn Tlys, walked in, holding a strange silver stone.

“Child, what are you doing here? This is no place for you.”

The child didn’t say a word. They took a piece of paper from their pocket and handed it to the mayor’s personal assistant, before turning away and running back into the town. Curious, the assistant unfolded the paper, finding a message scribbled in red crayon.

“I found this while exploring the field at school. Everyone saw something weird a few weeks ago out there, so I went to look and found a message on a big rock in the trees. The stone was next to it. The message said ‘do not trust those who you know nothing about.’”

“What does it mean?” One of the younger assistants called out, her voice trembling and nervous.

“It means,” the mayor’s personal assistant replied, “that we have trusted someone we should have cast out from the beginning.”

He took the silver stone in hand and fled from the meeting hall, running back up to the mayor’s home. The other assistants followed him, muttering in concern. He led them up to the room of Morwyn Tlys, where the young woman sat, looking out of her window.

“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t call you all here. What is it you need?”

“Morwyn Tlys,” said the assistant, “A child gave us a gift for you. I hope you’ll accept it.”

“I am in no mood for gifts, no matter who they are from,” she responded, “when Father is sick or dying.”

“But it is from someone who could be a friend! Please, Morwyn Tlys, take it.”

“Well, if I must …” she said.

The assistant held out the stone, watching Morwyn Tlys for a reaction. She recoiled, lifting a hand to shield her face as she bristled at the sight of it.

“Where did you get that?”

“So it’s true…” the assistant looked at her in horror, “We should never have trusted you!”

In a fit of rage, he threw the stone at Morwyn Tlys, and when it struck her arm she let out a piercing wail. The stone latched onto her skin, tiny claws digging into her flesh, and from it, silver and green scales spread over her. Her hair became fronds, like some strange antennae sprouting from the back of her head. Her fingers became webbed, and she shed the gown she wore, revealing more scales. Panicked, she leapt from her window, fleeing the house, through the village, until she reached the school field and hid herself under the stone the child had told the assistants about.

The mayor immediately recovered from his sickness, and the whole town was relieved at the miracle.

However, soon horrible things were noticed surrounding the stone in the school field. All plants surrounding it shriveled and died, no matter what anybody did to try and sustain them. The children and teachers at the school started reporting severe sickness, and many had to stay home. So many left that the school closed, and the building was quickly emptied. The birds and animals living in the trees and grass fled or died, the flowers withered, and the stone itself turned black. The people of Broad Haven nicknamed it the Death Stone, or Carreg Marwolaeth, and it remained that way for several decades.

On the 50th anniversary of the creation of Carreg Marwolaeth, the child who had brought the stone to the mayor’s assistants, now grown, returned to the village and their home. The few villagers who remained begged them not to go anywhere near the south side, for anyone who got too close to the stone in the old school field fell ill or died. Their only response was a smile and the promise that the village will not remain in fear for much longer.

With that, they led the villagers to Carreg Marwolaeth, though the terrified people hung back on the seafront. They made their way to the school field, unarmed, and though they began to cough as they approached the stone, they called out, “Come out, old friend. I mean you no harm.”

A blaze of green and silver fire engulfed Carreg Marwolaeth, and it split in two. The flames gathered together in the centre of the broken rock, curling into the form of a woman. She stared at them for a moment, regret in her eyes.

“You call me old friend, yet we were never friends. Why now?”

The grown child did not respond, only held out their hand to the woman, who had silver and green scales glittering all over her body and fronds sprouting from the back of her head. She recoiled a little. There was a small stone lodged in her arm, and she scratched at it with claws that belonged to no known animal.

“Why? You were the one who told them about me. Had you not this would not have happened, and this place would not be abandoned.”

The child regarded her with a sorrowful gaze, “I know. Come to me, and let me fix my mistakes.”

“I wouldn’t call saving my father from sickness a mistake.”

“And yet I doomed you,” the child took a step closer, a cough catching in their throat, “You were no more than a child, like I was.”

The woman stared at them, curious, wary, “I was the cause of Father’s sickness. You did what you had to then. Why return now to help me?”

“I see your regret. I see you have changed, and you have no malicious intent. You did not know what your presence would do, friend,” the child held out their hand, watching the woman closely, “Morwyn Tlys, will you do me the favour of freeing you from this curse?”

“You cannot free me entirely,” Morwyn Tlys stepped down from Carreg Marwolaeth, reaching for her friend’s hand, “But please, at least rid me of this hideous form.”

The child smiled as Morwyn Tlys took their hand and pulled her in for a hug. They let her hold them tightly, 50 years of isolation and fear seeping through the cracks of disbelief. Gently, they grasped the stone set in her arm, poking at the tiny claws that had plunged into her flesh until they released their grip, and they slowly pulled it away from her. Immediately, the scales and fronds retreated from Morwyn Tlys’ body, and she sighed in relief. They slowly pulled away, stone in hand.

“Go, old friend. Lift the curse from this place.”

Morwyn Tyls flashed them a grateful smile and fled the field, fled past the villagers who gasped as she went by, fled into the sea, into which she dived and disappeared from the sight of humans.

The child smiled as they watched her go. Colour immediately returned to the field and the trees, wildflowers bloomed, the animals returned to their homes. Carreg Marwolaeth remained split in two, and the black stone turned grey once again. They looked down at the rock in their hand and saw that it had been weakened by the removal. Quickly, they clenched their fist and crushed it to dust in their palm, intent on never allowing it or themselves to harm anyone like that again.

Written November 2020