CMG Books
Canadian author CMG (Susan Croft, G.L. Morgan, E.S. Glynn) is currently working on her fifth novel, Underground, set in nineteenth-century Kingston, Ontario. Updates on her progress in researching and writing the book will be posted here, alongside tidbits on her other literary endeavours. Visitors are invited to read and comment on the chapters of Underground as they are completed. Check out her website at www.cmgbooks.com.
Sunday 30 March 2014
CMG is Moving!
Just a quick note to let you all know that CMG Books is moving! I've decided to write exclusively under the pseudonym G.L. Morgan, and will be moving my website and blog to www.glmorganwrites.com. Hope to see you there!
Thursday 31 October 2013
The Lamp, Volume III, Now Available!
Happy Halloween, everyone!
This is just a quick post to let you know that The Lamp Volume III, a literary journal showcasing the creative writing of graduate and professional students, is now available online! My short story, “Undertaking” (which I had the privilege of reading at the Writers’ Community Words of the Season Event on Tuesday) is among the works featured in this volume. Since the story is about a couple of grave robbers, it's pretty well suited to this time of year ;)
This is just a quick post to let you know that The Lamp Volume III, a literary journal showcasing the creative writing of graduate and professional students, is now available online! My short story, “Undertaking” (which I had the privilege of reading at the Writers’ Community Words of the Season Event on Tuesday) is among the works featured in this volume. Since the story is about a couple of grave robbers, it's pretty well suited to this time of year ;)
The journal is based at Queen’s
University, and all proceeds go to the next issue. To find out more, or to order your copy, visit
www.sgps.ca/thelamp!
Tuesday 24 September 2013
The Lamp, Vol. III Launch Party
I’m pleased to announce that
my short story, “Undertaking,” has been published in The Lamp, Vol. III.
The journal will launch
tomorrow (Wednesday, September 25, 2013) on the second floor of the Grad Club,
on the corner of Barrie and Union streets in Kingston. The journal features some great writing by graduate
and professional students from around the world—some of whom will be there to read
from their work. Copies of the journal
will be available, and authors and editors will be on hand to answer questions.
This event is open to the
public, so feel free to stop by if you’re in the area!
Monday 23 September 2013
Roman Ruins
Today,
our last in the UK, Dad, Anna and I set out to explore the Roman ruins around
Hadrian’s Wall—the famous defensive structure that stretched from the Solway
Firth to Wallsend near Newcastle, and separated Roman Britain from the
barbarian hordes in Scotland.
Vindolanda
Our
first stop took us along a very straight road.
Many people mistake this for a Roman road; it is, in fact, a much more
modern military road, built sometime in the 1940s. Vindolanda is a privately owned site, where
the remains of temples, private residences, military storehouses and other
structures can be seen. In many places,
the floors have been excavated to show stone pillars that would have held up
the floors and allowed heated air to circulate beneath the buildings. Anna and I lost track of Dad as we wandered
among the ruins, walking in tiny passageways and wondering if we were moving
along streets or sewers. I wish Jenn, my
good friend who helps me with so much research, could have joined us. As a classics major, I’m sure she would have
known the difference!
Vindolanda
is currently the site of on-going archaeological work. The anaerobic soil means that many objects
that would otherwise have rotted have remained beautifully preserved. The Vindolanda museum contains more than 400
examples of leather footwear, ranging from infants’ shoes to women’s slippers,
to men’s sandals. We stopped to watch
the archaeologists at work, and one of them came over to chat with us. He had with him a piece of leather they had found
that morning, and I was allowed to handle it.
2000-year-old leather—the mind boggles!
What the archaeologists are most interested in finding, though, is
wooden tablets.
More
than a hundred of these tablets have been found at Vindolanda since the 1970s. Like postcards, they contain tidbits about
the lives of people who lived at the fort.
One of the most interesting, and certainly the most famous, is a
birthday invitation written by a scribe from one woman to her sister. At the bottom, written in the woman’s own
hand, is a post script; this is believed to be the oldest writing by a woman in
the western world.
Excavating
and preserving the tablets is a time-consuming job. Archaeologists cut sections of the compacted
earth out and “dissect” them, carefully removing the tablets, which are
wafer-thin pieces of wood. The first
tablets that were found were stuck together, and when prised apart, had writing
on their inner faces. The finders were
so excited that they took the tablets to show the head of their expedition,
only to discover that the tablets had blackened with exposure to the air. Infra-red photography at a local hospital
(thankfully) made it possible for the writing to be read, and transcriptions to
be made of the tablets.
The
archaeologist we spoke to said he thought they would likely be excavating at
Vindolanda for the next 200 years!
Away
from the actual ruins of the fort, down a rather steep hill, is a series of
three recreated Roman buildings, where voice-overs describe what life was like
for the people who lived and worked at Vindolanda in Roman times. Just across the river is a small café where
we ate lunch. There was a young boy in
the café dressed in full Roman kit, who received some very envious glances from
the other children present!
Housesteads
We
left Vindolanda and headed west to Housesteads.
Parking here is owned by the national parks authority, the land is owned
by National Trust, and English Heritage maintains the ruins. Parking wasn’t covered by Anna’s English Heritage
membership, but either an English Heritage card or a National Trust membership
will gain access to the ruins of the fort here.
We
purchased our tickets at a small visitor centre, then made our way across a
sheep-strewn field and up a very steep gravel path. To the left is a small
farmhouse-turned-museum, and to the right, the path continued to a kissing gate,
which gave access to the ruins of Housesteads.
These were much the same as the ruins at Vindolanda, but a little more
difficult to navigate. Unlike
Vindolanda, the remains of Hadrian’s Wall were actually visible here. At its highest point, the wall reached just
over my head (I’m just over 5 ft.), and we were able to walk along it for a
short while. There are some better
preserved sections of the wall further inland, but I’m content to have found it
and walked along it at all.
The
museum at Housesteads was lovely, if a little small, with a short video
explaining what life was like for the soldiers who were garrisoned here, and a
children’s education collection that allowed me to see what the hobnails on
Roman shoes and a variety of brooches looked like.
I’ve
had a great trip, and am sad to be leaving Britain. There’s so much history left to explore. Then again, I suppose that just means that
there’s all the more reason to come back again! ;)
Lindisfarne and Alnwick Gardens
Today, May 28, Dad, Anna and I set out from Anna’s
home and headed north to the holy island of Lindisfarne, where the remains of
an Anglo Saxon priory can still be visited, along with Lindisfarne Castle—a
National Trust home.
Lindisfarne
is a causeway island, meaning that when the tide is in, it is completely
inaccessible from the mainland. We
checked the tide charts twice, to be sure we would have time to visit and get
off the island (Anna’s father said about one vehicle a year gets stuck on the
causeway at high tide, and Wikipedia says
one per month!), then made our way across the causeway at about
10:30. Although this was thirty minutes
into the safe crossing time, the road was still badly flooded, and we had to
proceed with some care. Anna’s little
Ford KA (which she adorably calls Ka), made the crossing without any problems,
despite my Dad joking repeatedly that we were going to break down and have to
follow the old pilgrim’s walk. We parked
in visitor parking and made our way to the priory.
Lindisfarne
Priory
Lindisfarne priory is (according to English
Heritage) best known as the home of St. Cuthbert, the patron saint of
Northumbria. It was founded in the sixth
century by St. Aiden of Iona, but the place is (to a student of history, at
least) best known as the home of The Venerable Bede. St. Bede was a monk at the priory in the
eighth century, who wrote The
Ecclesiastical History of Britain.
The Lindisfarne Gospels—an illuminated manuscript
containing the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John—were created at the
priory, and were on exhibit at a nearby museum, but the time limit imposed by
the incoming tide prevented us from seeing them.
We wandered the remains of the priory for some time,
reading the various plaques and scrambling (where permitted) among the tumbled
rock. We found the large, now illegible
tombstones of several monks, and a modern bronze statue of St. Cuthbert—labelled
in braille at its base. St. Cuthbert, it
seems, chose Lindisfarne for its remoteness, but would, on occasion, journey to
another nearby island to meditate in total solitude.
Lindisfarne
Castle
When we had finished at the priory, we made our way to
the headland of the island, where the National Trust maintains Lindisfarne
Castle. This was originally constructed
as a Tudor fort, and later converted to a private home. The path up to the castle is very steep, with
steps occasionally cut into it to make the ascent easier. I was especially grateful for the rope
handrail, since the stone path was very slippery.
Edward Hudson, the owner of Country Life magazine, bought the castle in the early twentieth
century, and had it refurbished. The
steepness of the path made transporting furniture difficult, so when the National
Trust took the castle over, they left it exactly as it was when the Hudson
family lived there. There are photos in
many of the rooms of a young girl playing, with the rooms looking exactly as they
do today.
The most interesting feature, I thought, was the exposed
mechanism in the scullery that is used to raise and lower the portcullis. The portcullis is still in working order, and
is raised and lowered once a year to make sure it is safe for the many visitors
to pass under it. One of the house
stewards told us to look for the wood wedges driven into the stone grooves
under the iron gate, put there just in case the mechanism fails!
Alnwick
Gardens
Our time on the island was running short, so after a
quick visit to the castle battery, with a spectacular view across to Bamburgh
castle on the mainland, we headed back to the parking lot (with a quick detour
to the gift shop so Anna could pick up some Lindisfarne mead; Holy Island is
famous for this drink, and for good reason—it’s delicious!). We paused on our way across the causeway and
stepped out of the car so I could get a sense of how barren the space was. Streamers of seaweed and large tracks of sand
and mud were strewn across the tarmac road, and a number of platforms have been
built at various points along the causeway for stranded visitors to retreat to
if they aren’t smart enough to turn back at the “Do not proceed when water reaches causeway”
signs. ;)
Alnwick (pronounced “annick”) Gardens are on the way
from Lindisfarne to Newcastle, and are a gorgeous series of landscaped gardens,
including a stepped fountain (don’t linger on the bridge that crosses it unless
you want to get soaked by occasional jets of water), a tulip garden, “roots and
shoots” area, rose garden, and bamboo maze.
Due to the early season, only the early flowers were in bloom, but we
had a lovely time wandering and chatting.
We stopped for supper on the way home at a roadside
pub, and were about halfway back to Newcastle when a small light began flashing
on the dashboard. Following Dad’s directions,
Anna pulled over into another pub parking lot, and we all got out. Opening the hood let out a great belch of
steam; Ka was overheating. While a group
of curious pub-goers watched, Dad (who is a recently retired auto teacher), got
a jug of water from the pub and tended to the car. We drove the rest of the way back to Anna’s
house without a problem, but Ka has been consigned to the mechanic’s shop for
the rest of our stay.
Hadrian’s Wall tomorrow!
In and Around Morpeth
Today, May 27, Dad
and I said farewell to Jacquie (who very kindly let us see her horse, Hobbit,
before we left), and headed south, out of Scotland,
to Northumbria. My friend, Anna, whom I met while studying in
Aberdeen several years ago, lives just outside Newcastle, and we’ll be staying
with her for the last few days of our trip.
I met Anna while
studying at the University
of Aberdeen, when I
attended the Storytelling Society. She
is a practicing storyteller with a special love for folk stories and talks with
princesses. You can visit her website at
www.uponmyword.co.uk.
When we walked
through the door of Anna’s home, it was to find ourselves enveloped in the
smells of fresh bread and new-baked cookies.
Poor Anna had a cold, but was adamant that it wasn’t going to stop her
from joining us, so immediately after lunch, we set out to visit Morpeth, a
nearby historic town.
We visited the
tourist centre first, and picked up a map marked with a “points of interest
walk,” supposed to take an hour, then proceeded to a little shop called Curiously
Wicked before starting our walk.
Curiously Wicked is a chocolate shop where you can sit and have a cup of
tea or coffee served by waiters and waitresses dressed up like Edwardian
servants. I think Dad’s comment ran
something like, “It’s like Downton Abby up here!” I had the best cup of Earl Gray tea I’ve
ever had, and a delicious apple cupcake.
Then, we were off again, down to the Wansbeck river where, for four
pounds, Anna and I rented a boat for 30 minutes and went rowing. Anna did most of the work, but I took a turn
with the oars and only hit the banks twice!
The boat safely back
at the dock, we walked down to the famous Morpeth stepping stones. It’s said that you haven’t visited Morpeth
until you’ve fallen off the stepping stones into the Wansbeck; Dad and I only went to the third or fourth
stone, and didn’t fall in—thankfully; it was a little chilly ;)
Following our map, we
wandered through a beautiful park, caught a glimpse of the ruins of Morpeth Castle (open only one day a year), and
visited the public aviary. We past the
home of Admiral Collingwood, famous for taking command after Admiral Nelson’s
death and, in Morpeth, for planting oak trees to replenish the forests that
were destroyed to furnish the English Navy.
We also visited the Church of St. James the Great, though we could
only view the outside, the church having closed for the day.
Finally, on our way
home, we past over a footbridge that provides a view back toward a beautiful
arched vehicular bridge. In recent
years, the Wansbeck flooded so badly that the water touched the top of the 20-foot arches.
Tomorrow, we’re off
to Lindisfarne to see the priory where The
Venerable Bead penned the Ecclesiastical
History of Britain in the eighth century.
Can’t wait!
Stuart Residences
Today, May 26, Dad and I set out from Falkirk to visit
Stirling Castle.
Geographical Importance:
Stirling Castle
has been called “a great brooch clasping the lowlands and the highlands
together.” Located on a volcanic craig
high above the Firth valley, overlooking the Stirling Bridge (until recently
the most northerly point at which the Forth river could be crossed), and with
stunning views toward the lowland hills and the highland craigs, Stirling is
commanding, to say the least.
The castle and its surrounding
area have been strategically important since at least the late thirteenth century. In 1297, William Wallace helped defeat an
army of King Edward I at the Battle of Stirling Bridge, just below Abby Craig—visible
from the ramparts.
The 15th-Century Hall
Visitors to Stirling
approach the castle through the gatehouse, which was added in the 1700s in
response to the Jacobite threat. Inside,
there are two main living structures.
The first, the great hall, was built by King James IV in the 1400s, and
boasted a minstrel’s gallery, standing candelabra, and two great, throne-like
chairs where James and his wife would receive guests.
The 16th-Century Palace
More impressive, though, is the
palace, added later by James IV’s son, James V.
The outside of this building was coated in a honey-coloured lime wash
known as king’s gold, and features more than 250 carvings. On the outside, facing the inner courtyard,
are five statues: James V, looking like an Old-Testament prophet; Ganymede;
Venus Armata, having defeated mars and featured using his weapons as playthings;
Saturn; and Abundance.
Inside the palace, visitors can
see the king’s suite—including his outer chamber, privy chamber, and formal
bedchamber. All of these rooms are
virtually empty, since James V died before the palace was completed. However, in the king’s first hall, visitors
can see replicas of the Stirling heads—carved and painted figures mounted on
the ceiling. James is in the second row
and fourth from the left. His wives
flank him, and King Henry VII of England (depicted with a lion across his
shoulders) and Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor, are also in this row. These carvings were meant to show that James
V was on a political level with the European and English Kings. The original heads were scattered when the
ceiling collapsed. Most of them have
been recovered and are now on display in the gallery on the floor above the
king’s chamber.
The queen’s chambers connect to
the king’s, and are a mirror image of his.
Unlike James V, his second wife, Mary of Guise, lived in the castle for
more than 30 years after James’ death, and her bedchamber has been made to look
as it might have during the 1530s.
From the Queen’s chamber, you can
step outside to the Prince’s walk, where some of Stirling’s strangest statues
can be viewed on a nearby wall. The
audio guide explained that the figures might be meant to represent both
physical protection of the people within Stirling’s walls, and moral
protection—since the androgynous devil figure is the central position.
Exterior of Stirling Castle with its wash of king's gold. |
In the Queen’s receiving room,
there are now replicas of the famous Unicorn Tapestry. While the originals—made in Belgium, and now
on display in New York—were not owned by James and Mary, it is known that they
had at least one unicorn tapestry of this sort.
The tapestries on display here were made by craftspeople working at
Stirling and in southern England.
The Chapel
The chapel is where Mary Queen of
Scots was baptized and crowned. Her son, James VI of Scotland
and I of England,
was also baptized here in a golden, jewel-studded font (a gift from his
godmother, Elizabeth I). King Charles I
also visited the chapel in 1633, and it was in honour of his coming that the
frieze near the ceiling was painted (he only stayed for 2 days, and the people
of Stirling were very disappointed!)
A Note on Accessibility
Stirling Castle had a wonderful
audio guide, specifically designed for visually impaired guests. It was wonderful to know what things looked
like, as well as what they meant, and to have directions designed to help me
navigate the castle. It was still good
to have a sighted guide to help me find some of the landmarks the guide sent me
looking for, but it was helpful to have something telling me more than “There
are statues on the wall,” which is about as much as I would have gotten from
Dad! ;)
St. Michael’s Church in Linlithco
After Stirling Castle, we returned
to Linlithco and visited St. Michael’s Church, which was where the Stewart
monarchs worshipped when they were in residence at Linlithco palace.
Edward I used the church as a
storage space for his army in the 1300s, and Oliver Cromwell billeted soldiers
and horses here when he attacked Scotland in the 1650s. You can still see grooves in the corner
stones where Cromwell’s men sharpened their swords!
Linlithco Palace
Linlithco Palace
is next door to St. Michael’s church, and is well worth a visit if you have
time. The large fountain in the centre
of the main courtyard was built by James IV for his Tudor wife, Margaret,
though only the mermaid, drummer, and scroll-holder are original, the majority
of the fountain having fallen into ruin over the centuries.
The palace itself is in ruins, and
the most interesting features are probably the massive fireplaces. This one, located behind what would have been
the king’s table in the great hall, had three chimneys, and was big enough for
me to stand in (okay, granted, I’m only five ft tall, but still!)
We finished off the day with fish
and chips beside Linlithgow loch, so dad could watch people fishing. ;) We’ve just come back to our B&B, and are
packing things up to head south again tomorrow.
A Note on the B&B:
For the past two days we’ve stayed
at a lovely B&B just outside of Linlithgow called Lismore House. I’d highly
recommend it if you’re planning on exploring the south of Scotland and have
your own transportation—and if you don’t mind sheep and highland cattle :P Jacquie, the landlady, is cheerful and
wonderfully welcoming; every time we returned to our rooms it was to find some
new home-baked goodies waiting alongside a thermos of tea. The fact that I couldn’t see didn’t put her
off for an instant, and she was always happy to discuss the day’s plans and
make recommendations over breakfast.
Thanks for such a wonderful visit, Jacquie!
Northumberland tomorrow!
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