Tram trip

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

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St. Hedwig's Notorious Bells

But the bells of Saint Hedwig’s are notorious for ringing at odd hours — a midnight clamour, a sudden peal during supper, or a lingering toll at three in the afternoon without any visible reason.Continue Reading

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By Millicent Greaves, Rural Affairs Correspondent Tucked beneath the green shoulder of Eastmarch Hill, just beyond where the nettle grows in conspiratorial clumps and the postmen sigh audibly, lies the peculiar village of Snidget Hollow—a settlement of 147 souls (not counting the goats), known equally for its odd horticultural habits,Continue Reading

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By Henrietta Clay, Senior Features Correspondent You might miss it entirely if you blink, or if your cart’s wheel dips too deep into the roadside rut just past Larkvale. But nestled between two stubborn hills and one ever-grumbling brook lies the village of Grebbley-under-Hill — a place as modest asContinue Reading

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