Lamentations of the Flame Princess (US Store) just released a handful of new titles.
For virus-related reasons he’s unable to ship to a few countries, including Canada.
If you’re up here and want any of the new books I recommend you go through a freight forwarder.
Going through a forwarder will add shipping costs to your order for sure, but if you want the books sooner than later and are willing to foot the bill it’s a solid option.
I’ve been a customer of Can-Amer Freight in Blaine, Washington for years. They’re good people; I’ve never had anything but great service. Their receiving fee is nominal and they get me the lowest price available on postage to slingshot my stuff up here.
There are probably forwarders all along the border. Check for your province.
Find one, contact them to learn their procedures, then place your order with Lamentations. Boccob’s yer uncle!
What a time to be alive!
Something I’ve wondered about off and on for years is why nobody was making figs inspired by classic art. There are a lot — tons really — of minis out there of this or that TV or film character. And a fair few of daring heroes and cruel villains from books and comics. But nobody was mining manuscripts or pillaging paintings for ideas. Until finally …
Antediluvian Miniatures has a terrific range of demons pulled from the pages of manuscripts and woodcuts.
Skull & Crown’s Triumph of Death is a marvellous line of skeletons taken from medieval and renaissance books and prints.
Skull & Crown’s Killer Rabbits are a wonderful warren of malevolent bunnies modelled after medieval marginalia. Seriously, it was a weird scene. Check it out.
And last but sooo not least, Old School Miniatures has a great range of rabbits and other marginalia minis. I mean …
So yes, I’m thankful for these magnificent Medieval minions.
[Edit: I should mention Hereditary and Paimon. Do it!]
This will probably be the last of my posts about the North of England.
We went to Thirlwall Castle. It was a cool cloudy day. Seemed right.
Here are the three plaques nearby and on site.
And I shot a pano of each face. I hope they’re useful to some of you.
From the Northwest
From the Southwest
From the Northeast
From the Southeast
As I said earlier, I’ve recently been delving into Burrows & Badgers. And now I find myself on the brink of going down the Rampant hole.
So castles are on my mind.
One morning in Haltwhistle I was poring over this map …
… (which I pre-ordered before we left home, still have and still love) and came across this:
So we worked it into our hike that day.
Here’s the approach from the west:
And here are two shots of it looking north:
And here is a pic of the open space to its immediate northeast:
Much later I looked it up online and drilled down on it in Maps. Here’s what I found:
Strangely, I was only able to find a couple websites that mention it, and only THIS ONE loaded.
Equally strange nobody seems to have taken photos of it like the ones I shot, so you’re welcome to them.
Now, given that one can’t turn around in Britain without tripping over something really, really old, it’s possible I was at some other site entirely.
Oh, and I’ll add that sheep seem serene — if a bit skittish — in ones and twos at a farm or fair. But when there’s fifty or so of them standing perfectly still, staring unblinking as you walk by. Well, it’s disconcerting.
My post yesterday reminded me of some highlights from the trip my wife and I took along Hadrian’s Wall in ’16.
The Anchor Hotel in Haydon Bridge is a nice place. Quaint rooms, good food, reasonable rates, fine location in the village.
But the most memorable part of staying there was that when we checked in, there was a wake happening in the bar. That’s a one-of for us.
We also had a nice dinner one night at the General Havelock Inn.
In Haltwhistle I ate some the best pub food I’ve ever had.
Our home away from home away from home was The Black Bull.
The pints. Oh the pints!
And I spent much of *ahem* a couple days there reading through these two finds from the corner book shelves:
Perfect fodder for the journey.
While at the Milecastle Inn I went for the game pie.
Best meat pie I’ve ever eaten. No contest! I still yammer about it. Just ask her.
After all was said and done I came home from the North with a greater knowledge of the Roman wall, a new love I’m still pursuing of the Border Reivers and admiration for the people who live there now.
Broken forts and shattered castles will do that to a man.
I’d go back tomorrow.