I have been doing series this year which I have been calling Woodland Nudes - Nymphs, Pixies, Faeries and Sprites. I have just put some of them up on etsy for those interested parties oriented around whismy and foolishness.
Saturday, October 3, 2015
It has been a while since I have had a chance to visit Gwelf, distracted as I was by lesser responsibilities, but I have been able to find a bit of time on this blustery autumn weekend and so we shall proceed.
This time we are going to take a look at The Teasel Leaf Tavern. It is a little off the beaten path, situated as it is out near the wild and woolly northern boundary. However it has become a favourite destination for a small but loyal band of adventuring pear brandy enthusiasts. A hearty group of characters undeterred by fear or distance.
As we all know October is the end of walking season in Gwelf due to the increased witch activity that comes with the colder weather. And yet every year, at about this time, there are those willing to take this risky excursion from the more civilized areas of Gwelf and arrive at the Teasel just as a new keg of brandy is tapped for the season. For the true aficionados, a little danger only increases the pleasure of a new vintage. What could be more thrilling than to sit snug and warm inside the tavern, sipping pear brandy as the sun goes down with the potential threat of a witch incursion at any moment? This is what these sturdy yet discerning adventurers live for.
The nocturnal divide between October and November is widely considered to be the unofficial start of the witching season in Gwelf. And yet there are always a few over zealous covens wanting to get a head start on the proceedings and may begin their felonious activities even sooner. This makes travel to the outer boundaries treacherous and inadvisable after the 15th. One would hate to be kidnapped or vandalized just before Christmas.
As the year advances and autumn dissolves into winter, witch activity increases and becomes more dangerous. By February the residents of Gwelf will be hibernating in their little homes, candles lit, shutters closed, patiently waiting for spring.
One ray of sunlight in this dim story is the emergence of a new coven in the area seeking to balance the dark with the light. The String Weavers are a small local coven of benevolent yet secretive witches who cast a healing influence over the neighbourhood of the Teasel and attempt to mitigate the shadow of the infernal winter covens. This is not easy of course but they are committed and determined, thus making your chances of achieving a snifter of pear brandy on the outer reaches of Gwelf just a little bit better before the cold winds of November make it impossible.
As usual this travel update is simply a reminder to take care and be safe when trekking in Gwelf. Take nothing for granted and watch for the signs. Good luck.