The Elderfen Marshes have always carried a reputation for secrets. The reeds whisper even when there is no wind, the water moves even when nothing disturbs it, and the fog lingers long after sunrise as if reluctant to surrender whatever it hidesContinue Reading
The Coastal Tram Line is older than half the villages it serves, a rattling silver spine running along the kingdom’s western edge. It hugs the cliffs, dives through marshy inlets, rattles across wooden trestles, and pauses in towns that smell of brine and rope and bread left to cool in sea-wind.Continue Reading
Long before the cocks crow in the village of Highmere Cross, before a single shutter swings open or a single chimney breathes its first sigh of morning smoke, the bakery of Old Thom Varrow is already awake. Continue Reading
In the summer of Year 913, a ship called The Wind’s Account limped into Inverness Harbour under a false flag and a tattered sail. Among its cargo—hidden behind crates of salted herring and lamp oil—were dozens of looted paintings, icons, and reliquaries from across the war-torn eastern realms.Continue Reading
DeChirico Exhibition at the Royal Museum of Art – Shadows and Silence, gathers together for the first time in Eyehasseen a dozen of De Chirico’s most iconic canvases: Continue Reading
A thunderous ovation greeted Eyehasseen’s delegation of musicians at the Lucerne International Festival this week, as they unveiled a performance equal parts baffling, brilliant, and deafening.Continue Reading