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California Adventure Pt 6 – Venice Beach Boardwalk

My hotel while I was staying in Venice Beach was just off the north end of the famous Venice Beach Boardwalk.

Officially it’s called Ocean Front Walk but to the world it is Venice Beach Boardwalk. Unlike other boardwalks that I have experienced on the east coast, this one is a concrete walkway that runs north from Marina del Ray to Santa Monica. (There’s also a parallel beach bike path running alongside it.)

The Venice Beach Boardwalk is the second largest tourist attraction in Southern California, attracting around ten million visitors a year. (Disneyland is the biggest- just in case you were wondering.)

There are several key attractions that make the boardwalk so famous. Windward Avenue with its iconic Venice sign strung across the street is the main centre of activity. Just to north of it is the open-air gym, Muscle Beach (although the original Muscle Beach is actually in Santa Monica.) Slightly further north and jutting out into the beach there’s Venice Beach Skatepark. All along its two-mile length there are street vendors, entertainers, fortune tellers, musicians plus bars/restaurants and the best people watching opportunities in the world!

Every walk along the boardwalk was different!

I tended to meander along it late afternoon or early evening, ensuring that I was at the skatepark in time for sunset. (Yes, I was chasing that elusive shot of a skateboarder in mid-air at sunset.)

The first evening I wandered along, still pretty jet lagged, there were two female street entertainers on stilts dressed as giraffes dancing. They were mesmerising to watch!

Along near the Sidewalk Café there was a musician sitting on the wall playing an acoustic guitar then later in the day (they may have done it throughout the day but I only saw them in the evenings) he would swap his spot with another musician who played the piano. The piano sat there wrapped in a tarp when not in use.

The vendors who stretched the length of the boardwalk were selling everything and anything from hand painted skateboard decks, signs, paintings, jewellery, crystals, dreamcatchers, beaded hummingbird ornaments, clothes…you name it, it was most likely for sale.

Jack Sparrow, sometimes accompanied by Bootstrap Bill (at least I think that’s who the guy was meant to be) was usually to be found beside a boom box playing the Pirates of the Caribbean music looking to earn a few bucks by posing for photos with tourists. I resisted temptation although he did comment one night in my direction “Yes! I made her smile!” Well, what girl could resist the charms of Captain Jack Sparrow! LOL

There were fortune tellers aplenty offering tarot or psychic readings.

I also saw one of the legends of Venice Beach Boardwalk- Diablo (real name apparently Amir Edward) suntanned and oiled in his leather speedos with horns glued to his forehead. I’m sure he’s a lovely guy but I opted to give him a wide berth. I was also a bit scared to sneak a photo of him. He was so intense looking!

There was also another local that I saw a few times who was entirely yellow/orange – hair, skin, clothes, shoes, the lot. Colourful but why?….

Along nearer Muscle Beach, the boardwalk was busier and a bit edgier feeling. Numerous “wannabe” reggae stars hung about there, offering their CDs to passersby. Usually a polite “No, thanks” was enough to ensure safe passage past them but on once occasion “No thanks,” wasn’t cutting it and it cost me $30 for two CDs which the two guys signed, before I was able to continue on my way. That rattled my confidence somewhat. After that encounter, I tended not to stray so far south, making the skatepark by unofficial boundary line.

From one end of the boardwalk to the other, you’ll always hear music whether its street performers or boomboxes on bikes, there’s no shortage of music in the air.

Perhaps it was because I was a woman on her own, but I felt that I needed to keep my wits about me at all times. There’s an edge to all that artistic eccentricity.

My favourite way to end each day was to hang out at the skatepark as the sun began to sink lower in the sky. There was always a crowd gathered round the fence watching the action.

The public skatepark first opened in 2009 and features steps, rails and two bowls, one of which looks like an empty swimming pool. It attracts skateboarders of all ages and abilities.

After a few nights spectating, I began to recognise the regulars- the shirtless blonde guy with the red baseball cap, the couple who skated round following each other at high speed, the young blonde girl who flowed round the bowl like water. As I watched I got a sense of the skatepark’s dynamics. There were a handful of younger teenagers who clearly idolised the older skateboarders. When one accidentally got in one guy’s way wrecking his run, it was almost heartwarming to see the older boy playfully chasing the youngster round trying to crack his twisted-up t-shirt off his butt like a whip. Everyone knew their place and respected the pecking order through some unwritten code.

Then there was the tall willowy girl in roller boots. Almost everyone stopped to watch her. So graceful. So fluid and boy, could she jump!

Each night as the sun sank below the horizon, I turned to head back to my hotel thinking “Maybe tomorrow night I’ll capture that elusive jump shot.”

California Adventure Pt 5 – Mt Hollywood and the Griffith Observatory

I mentioned in a previous blog that I had had two trips pre-planned before I flew to LA a few weeks ago.

The second of those was to the Griffith Observatory to see the Hollywood sign and to hike to the summit of Mt Hollywood (all those Witchwood trail miles back in May had planted the seed) The observatory itself could wait.

From Venice Beach, where I was staying, it was a 45-minute Uber ride to the Griffith Observatory. As the driver made his way up the winding road, he paused to point something out to me. It was something I hadn’t bargained on seeing – a coyote was standing on the pavement!

The start of the trail was clearly marked from the carpark in front of the observatory and I could see it winding up the side of Mt Hollywood.

Before I set off I paused for a walk around the outside of the observatory to admire the view from the roof terraces while it was still quiet. (This was around 10:30am and the observatory was still closed) It was quite a hazy morning but the views were spectacular!

As I headed back to the start of the trail I paused to admire the Hollywood sign which sits high up on Mt Lee off to the north-west.

My initial plan had been to hike to the top of Mt Hollywood and find a trail that crossed over to Mt Lee so I could admire the view from behind the sign but, going by my reading of the map, which would have brought me out quite a way from the Griffith Observatory itself and I did actually want to visit it while I was there.

With that plan abandoned, I set off. Walking up was an easy hike to be fair. The path was wide and even most of the way and the views were fabulous. What was slightly un-nerving were the numerous signs saying, “Caution Rattle Snakes.” EEK!!!

Eventually I reached the summit, apparently named Tom La Bonge Panorama and what a panorama it was! According to a guy who was sitting on top of one of the picnic tables you can see the Pacific Ocean on a clear day. The Griffith Observatory seemed extremely far below!

Now, how to get back there?

There were several paths leading away from the summit. I could have easily opted to go back the way I Came but instead opted to head down what looked like the opposite side towards Dante’s View and the Hogback Trail.

I’ll be honest, after a few hundred yards, I almost turned back. The Hogback Trail was far narrower than the trail I’d come up and more challenging. I gave myself a talking to, reminding myself that I had decent shoes on and I ket going.

In the spirit of continued honesty, parts of that trail really stretched me. It had ridge walk sections and a particularly challenging descent but I took my time, kept calm and kept going.

(Looking back up the way I had just come down)

Eventually, the trail evened out and widened. I’d made it!

The next signpost indicated I was now on the Riverside Trail. I’ve still to see or hear any rivers!

The trail led me out onto Vermont Canyon Road, across the street from the Greek Theatre. Not exactly where I’d planned to be but at least I knew where I was. Now to find my way back up to the Griffith Observatory.

I started up another trail but it wasn’t signposted and I wasn’t 100% convinced that I was on the right one. A local Hawaiian gentleman was coming towards me so I asked him if the trail led up to the observatory. He had the softest, most gentle voice that I think I’ve ever heard. He said it did but that it was a very long way and very steep and advised me to walk up the road instead. For a moment or two I swithered. My left knee was protesting loudly after the steep descents on the Hogback Trail so I erred on the side of caution and doubled back onto the road and walked the last half mile or so up the easy way back to the Griffith Observatory.

It might not have been the longest hike that I’ve done but I was pleased with myself for doing and for not getting lost. It had taken me quite a distance out of my comfort zone.

The Griffith Observatory was busy when I returned to it. Having travelled all this way, despite being tired and a bit grubby from the trail dust, I decided that it would rude not to visit it…plus it had a café and I was hungry! (Yes, I know to some folk that makes me sound like a Philistine. Sorry.)

After a quick wipe down with a baby wipe to remove the worst of the dust from my legs, I took the steps back up to the roof to go and see the observatory’s famous telescope. Lord, climbing those stairs that I had climbed so easily in the morning felt tough!

The 12” Zeiss refracting telescope is the most viewed telescope in the world. More than 9 million people have looked through it. Obviously, as my visit was during the day and the dome above it was closed, I am not one of them. Another time…

Downstairs, in the main building, it was crowded. The first key exhibit to catch my eye was Foucault’s Pendulum. There’s something hypnotic about watching it, waiting for the next peg to fall. Spellbinding.

I followed the signs and found myself at the Leonard Nimoy sponsored theatre. For once in my life, my timing was perfect- the next film slot was about to start and equally important after my hike, it meant a seat in an air-conditioned theatre for twenty-five minutes. (I know…I sound like a Philistine again.)

The film itself was fascinating as it gave the history of how the observatory came to be there, its importance to Hollywood, listing several films that it has featured in, the most famous of which is Rebel Without a Cause. (That explained the James Dean statue outside… I had been wondering.) During WW II, the planetarium was used to train America’s pilots on the art of celestial navigation and in the 1960’s it was used to train the original Apollo astronauts.

Having initially opened the public in 1935, the art deco building needed renovating and expanding by around 2000. In 2002, the Griffith Observatory was closed for four years to allow a $93M renovation and expansion programme to be undertaken. With limited space available (no pun intended), the engineers expanded downwards into the hillside. The original building was jacked up to allow this excavation work to take place- no mean feat of structural engineering! The very theatre that I was sitting ion was one of the results of the expansion programme.

My stomach was grumbling something about starvation by the time the film ended so the café was my next stop for a rather disappointing, over-priced egg sandwich. Rookie mistakes were made too. I opted to picnic on the terrace and sun very quickly turned my bar of Hershey chocolate into chocolate sauce. Oh well! The apple juice and Lays crisps were great! LOL

After a quick obligatory trip the gift shop, I took a final look around the remaining planetary exhibits then decided it time to head back to my hotel.

With a final pause to take some photos of the observatory garden and statue, plus a few extra shots of the Hollywood sign, I ordered my Uber and called it a day. Happy days…

California Adventure Pt 4 – VROOM! VROOM!

I only had two outings pre-planned for this trip before I flew out to LA.

The first of those, at Boy Child’s prompting (I’ve still to figure out why he never thought to visit this place himself when he was in California two years ago) was a trip to the Petersen Automotive Museum.

Yes, I was indulging my inner petrolhead.

And the added bonus to this plan… there was an exhibition running featuring some of the cars from The Fast & Furious film series. Vroom! Vroom! What’s not to love about those films?…well, the first seven of them.

Visiting the Petersen Museum wasn’t the cheapest museum. I bought my ticket online the night before for $40 but that included access to “the vault”, an underground level featuring around 250 rare vehicles. (We’ll come back to that thought.)

When I arrived, I checked in at the admission desk, was given a “P” sticker for my shirt and wristband confirming my vault access. The guy behind the desk gave me a floorplan and advised me to start on the top floor and work my way down. Seemed as good a plan as any.

The top floor is badged as “History” on the floorplan map along with a section for Hollywood cars. The various exhibits certainly take you through the automobile’s history and the history of tyres. I had always though that “run flat” tyres were a 21st Century thing. I was more than a little surprised to learn that they’ve been around since the 1930s.

In a prime spot on the top floor, there’s one of the museum’s most popular cars… well, most popular with the younger visitors that is. I’d shared the link to the museum’s website with a car loving friend when I’d first planned the visit and they’d confessed that they would go just to see this car alone… I kind of hope they were joking but I’ve a sneaky feeling they weren’t. And the car?…Lightning McQueen from Disney’s Cars. Too cute!

Nearby there were other Hollywood icons – the Ducati motorbike from The Matrix, the yellow Fiat 500 from Mission Impossible, the Batmobile, the Delorean Time Machine from Back to the Future and the first of The Fast & Furious cars- Dom’s 2009 Dodge Challenger from Fast Five and Fast & Furious 6! You could almost hear Bohemian Rhapsody echoing out of the Mirthmobile from Wayne’s World!

On the floor below, I found what I had really come to see- The Fast and Furious car collection! Oh, I had died and gone to Dom, Brian, and Letty heaven!

There was Brian’s orange 1993 Toyota Supra from 2001’s The Fast and The Furious. There was Letty’s pink 1995 Nissan 240SX from the same film.

There was the only surviving 2005 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX from 2006’s The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift. Ten were made and the museum is proud to host the only surviving “Tokyo Drift Evo.”

A flash of bright green and I’d found Brian’s Mitsubishi Eclipse from 2001’s The Fast and The Furious. Then there was Dom’s 1970 Chevrolet Charelle that was used in 2001’s The Fast and The Furious and again in 2009’s Fast & Furious.

Dodge Chargers are synonymous with Dom Toretto and there was another one on display nearby – a 1968 Dodge Charger R/T used in Furious 7.

Another star of the film series was nearby- Brian’s 1999 Nissan Skyline GT-R from 2 Fast 2 Furious from 2003. This was the first car that Brian was seen in in the film series. Parked beside it was another of Brian’s cars- the Toyota Supra from Furious 7. The last car he drove in the series. I had a lump in my throat looking at them both. R.I.P Paul Walker, gone far too soon.

On the walls around the exhibition were film posters, stills from the films and quotes from Dom and Brian. They brought a smile to my lips.

I’ll be honest, I stopped watching the film franchise when Paul Walker died. It was never going to be the same without Brian O’Conner so the cars from the more recent films, although impressive, were wasted on me a tad.

There were countless more cars to see! Mercedes, Jaguar, Aston Martin, Cadillac, Ford, and every other manufacturer that you can possibly think of were on display.

On the ground floor, I found another Furious 7 car -Letty’s 1970 Plymouth Aar Hemi Cuda. It was next to an elaborately painted 1953 Mercedes Benz 220 Cabriolet.

It was time to head to The Vault!

When I descended the stairs down into the bowels of The Vault, I was met at the foot of the stairs by the Michelin Man, LOL

The James H Frank Family Vault did not disappoint, It set the bar high with the first car I stopped to admire – a 1947 Ferrari 125S, the first one fully designed and built by Enzo Ferrari to bear his name. That model was one of only two ever built.

Deeper in The Vault, I found a 1957 Jaguar XKSS formerly owned by the late great Steve McQueen.

There was another iconic movie star car hiding in the midst too – Herbie!

More cars from The Fast and The Furious family were secreted in The Vault, including a 1959 Ford F-150 SVT Lightning driven by Brian in The Fast and The Furious back in 2001.

Potentially the most sinister movie star car sat quietly off to one side- a red 1958 Plymouth Fury better known to Stephen King fans as Christine…. perhaps it was time to go.

California Adventure Pt 3- a Roman villa and giant thistles

What to do on a sunny Sunday afternoon in California?

At a bit of a loose end, I got an Uber out to the Getty Villa in Pacific Palisades.

No, this isn’t some fancy Hollywood home. This villa is a Roman villa…well, one built in the 1970s to house J Paul Getty’s collection of Greek. Etruscan and Roman antiquities.

You could argue that there are two distinct reasons to visit the Getty Villa – either to see the contents or to see the villa itself. I was curious to see both.

My Uber driver dropped me off at the top of the driveway in front of a beautiful colonnade, a hint of the architecture to come. I followed the signs and eventually came out at the top of an amphitheatre. The outdoor theatre faced the entrance to the villa itself. Walking down its steep steps felt like making a dramatic entrance!

The Getty Villa is a recreation of the Villa dei Papiri that was buried in Herculaneum, Italy when Mt Vesuvius erupted in 79AD. While not identical to the original, the Getty Villa is the epitome of a Roman villa and has been built to the same scale.

You enter the two-storey villa via a vestibule then step into the impressive atrium, the heart of every Roman home. The coloured marble floor is laid out in a geometric pattern that is a replica of the floor found in the House of the Faun in Pompeii. The villa’s stunning inner peristyle and gardens were just visible beyond the atrium.

For the next hour or two I explored every inch of the villa and found the most incredible collection of artifacts that I think I have ever seen.

One of the key highlights of the ground floor is the Temple of Hercules. This temple is a domed room and its complex, circular, geometric patterned floor is a copy of a floor found in the Villa dei Papiri. The life-size statue of Hercules was originally discovered near Hadrian’s Villa in Tivoli. Getty purchased it from the Marquess of Lansdowne in 1952. It’s an impressive sight!

The various rooms in the villa house a magnificent and varied collection of artifacts. The faces of some of the marble sculptures are incredibly lifelike and expressive. I’m not the biggest fan of Greek pottery (it seems to fill every museum the world over!) but the examples on display in the Getty Villa are second to none.

What struck me in general about many of the pieces on display throughout the villa was the level of detail that had been achieved in items that were more than two thousand years old.

Having visited all the rooms, including a temporary exhibition on the first floor featuring an Egyptian Book of the Dead, it was time to explore the inner peristyle.

The inner peristyle is essentially a private garden surrounded by thirty-six ionic columns. It has a long narrow pool in the centre. Replicas of statues that would have adorned the peristyle of the Villa dei Papiri are sited around the gardens and pool. It is a uniquely beautiful space and it didn’t surprise me to find one newlywed couple having some of their wedding photographs taken there.

At the far end, underneath the east stair, through two bronze doors, I found one of the most peaceful areas of the villa, the East Garden. It’s a small, secluded space and in the centre is a circular fountain. Along the east wall there’s a niche fountain adorned with mosaic and shell tiles. This spectacular fountain is an exact copy of one originally discovered in the House of the Great Fountain in Pompeii, complete with two theatre masks of Hercules. Truly a special space.

The Getty Villa had one more surprise up its sleeve for me.

Running down one length of the villa is the Herb Garden. It’s a recreation of a Roman kitchen garden with many of the plants used for medicinal as well as culinary purposes. Imagine my surprise to find several huge Scottish thistles in one of the beds! They were the biggest thistles I have ever seen.

I also saw something else growing in the garden that I had never seen before- papyrus.

As I climbed back up the amphitheatre steps, I paused to take one final look back at the villa and found myself thinking back to my early Latin classes in high school (Yes, Mr Bicket, I still remember those days.)

“Caecilius est in atrium.”

Yes, he was and I could almost see him walking round in his toga, his wife, and the family dog at his side.

California Adventure Pt 1- Venice Beach Canal District

 This blog is the first in a short series of blogs that I wrote while I was on holiday/vacation recently.

This year I had decided to venture further afield than in previous years and had booked 11 nights in Venice Beach, California. It was my first trip to the West Coast of the USA.

My first walk along the beach to the Venice Beach Fishing Pier then back along the boardwalk had been an immediate overdose in all things California-palm trees, pelicans, surfing. They were even filming Baywatch on the beach! It was all a bit overwhelming to wee jetlagged me!

After lunch I ventured back out for another meander (OK, I was actually in search of a liquor store and some white wine!) and decided to explore a bit.

Hidden a couple of blocks inland from the craziness that is the Venice Beach boardwalk is a tranquil oasis of European-influenced calm. The Venice Canal Historic District is a small network of six man-made canals, originally designed to recreate a corner of Venice, Italy in Southern California.

The canals were built in 1905 by developer Albert Kinney and originally covered a much larger area. Albert Kinney’s vision was to create a seaside resort with canals, gondolas, and Italian-style architecture. Sadly, many of the original canals were filled in during the 1920’s to make room for more roads as automobiles grew in popularity. (More about cars later in this blog series)

Now over a hundred years later, the remaining six canals (Carroll, Linnie, Howland, Sherman, Eastern and Grand. I’d expected more Italian names to be honest) are connected by nine arched footbridges. The gondolas of Kinney’s vision have been replaced by kayaks and small floating docks. Most of the architecture is more modern than I’d expected but nestled among these modern properties are some beautiful homes oozing character.

I’ll be honest, the shallow canals smell a bit. There didn’t look to be a lot of water movement but you could see that the levels were low.

The canal district is a wildlife haven for wading birds like herons and egrets plus other birds. As I wandered along the narrow walkways, I only spotted one lonely egret and a single duck. Apparently according to the signs there are seals and occasionally sharks spotted in the water. What I hadn’t anticipated seeing was a coyote warning poster on one of the bridges!

It’s easy to see why this area is popular with photographers. The romantic author in me could easily visualise a couple posing for their wedding photos on the quaint bridges and among the plethora of flowers overhanging the narrow pathways…. hmm…now there’s a thought…storyline!

Silently Watching Under A Blooming Moon

Balancing Luna on his shoulders, Jem meandered carefully through the trees in the forest to the southwest if the beach hut. At two years of age, Luna was developing a curious personality, asking him about the trees and plants that they passed.

“You’ll need to ask Mamm Wynn about those,” he said, inwardly cursing himself for his lack of botanical knowledge.

“Anna know.”

The very mention of the dark angel’s name sent a chill rattling down his spine.

“Anna’s not here,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Miss Anna. You put Anna in a box She got out.”

Another icy chill fired through him.

“Where is she?” he asked trying to make the question appear casual.

“With the crows.”

“Which crows?”

“Tas Gwynn crows.”

Jem’s blood ran cold…

With all that had been going on in life since the family’s return from the castle, Jem had had little time to think about the dark angel. As he walked through the forest with Luna, he cursed himself for being so complacent.

“Time to go home,” he declared, swinging the little girl down into his arms. “Maybe Beth will read you a story before bedtime.”

“I like Beth. She got pretty wings,” said Luna. “Will me get wings?”

“When you’re older,” replied Jem, cursing another question that he didn’t know the answer to. “Hold on tight.”

Once back at the beach hut, Jem handed Luna straight to Trine then turned to his mother and said simply, “We need to talk.”

Sensing from her son’s mood that he meant immediately, Meryn got to her feet and suggested that they took their conversation outside.

Together they walked along the shoreline, heading west away from the hut.

“Jem, what’s wrong?” Meryn asked eventually, “You look angry.”

“Anna isn’t in the box.”

Meryn stopped and stared at him in disbelief. “Not in the box?”

Jem shook his head,” Apparently Luna has known all along that I took her doll. She said Anna wasn’t in the box. She says she’s with the crows at the castle.”

Meryn paled visibly, “We need to go back. Now!”

“What about Beth? I can’t leave her here. She’s not able to hunt for herself yet,” pointed out Jem.

“We’ll have to take her with us.”

“Is she strong enough to travel?”

“That remains to be seen,” sighed Meryn. “She is getting stronger by the day. Her wings are fully formed now. I agree that she’s not strong enough to learn to hunt yet so perhaps castle life is actually the obvious answer for a while.”

“It’s not the answer for me,” he grumbled. “If we go now, I’ll end up trapped there for months. I wanted to spend the summer her with Trine and my daughters.”

“Well, you can’t,” snapped Meryn. “We need to go back and you know it. We need to find Anna before she wreaks havoc.”

“I know,” Jem sighed. “But I am not staying there any longer than I absolutely have to, mother!”

“Understood.”

The heavy curtain that served as a door to Beth’s small room was closed. Not wanting to barge in uninvited, Jem knocked on the wall beside the curtain.

“Beth?” he called softly. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

Pushing the curtain aside, Jem stepped into the room. His daughter was sitting up in bed reading.

“You’re a bit old for fairy tales,” he teased with a smile.

“You’re never too old for fairy tales,” she countered. “Feels as if we’re living in one half the time these days.”

“I hear you,” Jem acknowledged as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “We need to talk.”

“Sounds ominous. Should I be worried?”

“Not at all,” he assured her. “Jesus, this really does sound like a fairy tale.” He paused. “We need to return to the castle for a bit. There’s something Meryn and I need to deal with.”

“The vampires’ castle?”

“Yes but its not as bad as you’re imagining,” replied Jem. “Actually, I think you might enjoy it. Staff to wait on you hand and foot. Ramparts to walk along. And you’ll finally get to meet Trine’s father, Stefan.”

“He’s the head vampire, isn’t he?”

Jem nodded.

“Are we all going?” Beth asked anxiously..

“Yes,” Jem replied. “We’re still working out the logistics but we’ll likely leave tomorrow night or the night after. It’s not easy to transport everyone so Meryn is sending for an escort for us.”

“Escort?”

“Someone from the Court of Elders will arrive to help everyone safely to the castle. Michael most likely. He’s American. You’ll like him. Nice guy.”

“Do they all know about me?” whispered Beth, tears filling her eyes.

“Not yet. Stefan knows. Trine explained to him,” revealed Jem, taking her hand. “I know this is all weird. Fairy tale shit. It freaked me out too at first. Still does sometimes but it’ll be ok.”

“I don’t really have any choice, do I?”

Jem shook his head, “Neither of us do.”

“Neither of us?” Beth echoed. “Is this to do with …her?”

Jem nodded. “I can’t explain yet. It’s a long story and the less you know, the safer you are. I promise once this is all sorted, I’ll tell you everything.”

“Dad,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I trust you. If you say we need to go, we go. I just don’t want to be separated from you again.”

“We’ll be together,” he promised her. “I’ll make sure your room is close to ours or with Meryn. We’ll not leave you alone.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

With their departure imminent, the beach house became a hive of activity the following day. Both Meryn and trine were busy packing, debating how much they needed to take for Luna.

“Just summer clothes,” snapped Jem as he walked through their discussion. “This is a flying visit. Hopefully only a few days.”

“Hopefully,” agreed his mother. “If it turns out to be a longer stay, you can always come back for anything you need.”

A knock at the door interrupted them.

“That’ll be Michael,” commented Meryn.

“I’ll get it,” muttered Jem, pushing his way past the two women.

His mood lightened when he saw the American vampire standing in the small, enclosed courtyard.

“You requested an escort, sire,” the American vampire stated with a theatrical bow.

“Technically, my mother did,” laughed Jem. “Good to see you. Thanks for getting here so quickly.”

“I assume this has something to do with our dark angelic friend,” observed Michael as he stepped inside.

“How did you guess?” sighed Jem as he closed the door. “Drink?”

“Please,” replied Michael. “What’s the urgency? I thought from what Meryn reported at court after you left that you had curtailed her liberty?”

“So, we thought,” replied Jem, pouring them both some wine. “Crazy question for you. Have the crows at the castle been behaving strangely?”

“Funny you should mention them. We’ve been finding lots of dead birds recently.”

“Drained of what little blood they have?”

“No one has though to check as far as I know,” replied Michael, a concerned look furrowing his brow. “Is Anna killing the crows?”

“We think she’s one of them,” revealed Jem quietly. “We know she can shapeshift. It’s just a hunch but the source is reliable.”

“That might answer a few questions,” the American vampire admitted. “Now, I hear from Stefan that you’ve had one of your children return to you. I thought that might be why you were returning so soon.”

“That’s part of it,” replied Jem. “Beth, can you come out here, please? There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“Give me a minute,” Beth called back.

A few moments later, the curtain moved aside and Beth stepped into the living room. Still pale and thin despite the weeks of rest and recovery, she almost shimmered with ethereal beauty. Her long dark hair lay over her slender shoulder in a thick braid. Her brown eyes, a match for her father’s, were wide with an unspoken fear.

“Beth, this is Michael. He’s come to help us travel tonight,” introduced Jem warmly. “Michael, this is my daughter, Beth.”

“Delighted to meet you,” said Michael with a smile. “I hope you’re recovering after your ordeal.”

“Getting there…I think,” replied Beth shyly. “Dad, can I have some wine, please?”

Sensing that her need was for something stronger than the chianti they were drinking, Jem fetched a fresh bottle of blood infused wine and poured her a generous glass from it.

“Thanks,” she said quietly as she accepted the full glass. “Does it take long to travel to this vampire castle?”

“Mere minutes,” replied Michael. “If you’re not used to our ways of travelling, you might feel nauseous at first but it passes.”

“Minutes?” she echoed looking confused.

“It’s a vampire thing,” explained Jem. “It’s how I brought you here.”

“I don’t remember that…”

“If Jem doesn’t object, I’d be delighted to see you safely to the castle,” offered Michael, flashing a smile at her.

“Fine by me if its fine by Beth,” replied Jem.

“I’ll take good care of her,” promised Michael, barely able to take his eyes off the fledgling vampiress.

Midnight was approaching as Jem and Trine, who was clutching a sleeping Luna, touched down lightly in their usual suite of rooms. A fire burned brightly in the hearth, the lamps were lit and a supper tray was waiting for them on the table beside the fireplace.

“Home sweet home,” sighed Trine as she gazed round the familiar room. “I’ll just settle Luna in her cot.”

“Let’s keep her with us tonight,” countered Jem. “Just til we work out what’s going on with our friend.”

With a nod, Trine settled their sleeping daughter in the centre of their bed. Just as she was about to ask where Michael and Beth were, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” called Jem as he hefted he backpack from his shoulders.

With a squeal of protest from the hinges, the door opened and Michael entered carrying Beth in his arms.

“Rough flight,” he explained as he carried her over to one of the fireside chairs. “Send for some blood. Human blood. She passed out when we landed.”

Without hesitation, Trine rang the bell to summon a member of the household staff.

“Where did you land?” quizzed Jem, kneeling before his frail daughter.

“On the ramparts. I thought fresh air might make it easier on her.”

“And I’m guessing it didn’t,” added Jem with a wry smile. “Beth, you ok?”

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head, “I feel sick.”

“It’ll pass in a minute or two,” promised Trine softly as she passed her a small glass of wine. “Some blood will help. It’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“I’ll fetch Meryn,” suggested Michael. “I think she needs something more than blood but I’m no healer.”

“Thanks, Michael.,” said Jem. “Probably a good idea.”

“There’s no need to fuss,” protested Beth weakly. “I just need a minute.”

“Better to be safe than sorry,” said Trine firmly.

“Trine’s right,” agreed Jem and Michael together.

When Meryn arrived a short while later, she wasn’t alone. Stefan followed her into the family’s chambers concern etched in his usually serene face.

“An unexpected pleasure,” he greeted them, hugging Trine before embracing Jem. “And you’ve brought a new member of the Cinque Famiglia too.”

“Good to see you,” replied Jem, keeping an eye on his daughter while Meryn was administering some herbs and potions along with a goblet of warm blood, “I’ll introduce you to my daughter when she’s recovered a bit. The flight took a lot out of her.”

“Delighted that you brought her. Any member of your family is always welcome to call the castle home.”

“Thank you. Appreciate it.”

“You haven’t eaten yet,” observed Stefan spotting the untouched tray. “I’ll send for another tray for Meryn and I and some more wine, shall I?”

“Oh, please, Father,” sighed Trine, relieved to have everyone she loved safely under one roof.

Half an hour later with Beth more or less recovered from the journey, they were all seated round the table in Jem and Trine’s chambers enjoying a light supper and some exquisite blood infused wine. It hadn’t escaped Jem’s attention than Michael had made sure he was seated next to Beth. His mother caught his eye as he observed them and nodded. She too had noticed Michael’s immediate attraction to Beth.

“Tell me again why you think Anna is hiding in plain sight among the castle’s crows,” requested Stefan, bringing Jem’s attention back to the moment.

“We had good reason to believe that she was hiding in Luna’s ragdoll. She can shapeshift,” began Jem calmly. “Meryn and I thought we had trapped her inside the doll in a box the night we left here. Apparently we failed. Luna told me Anna was with your crows.  She’s communicating with her somehow.”

“It explains all the dead birds we’ve been finding,” commented Michael.

“I don’t think we should be speaking so openly about this,” cut in Meryn sharply. “We don’t know who is listening.”

Stefan nodded, “We can meet tomorrow in one of the sealed court chambers. We need to find her especially in view of what she has done to Beth. She must be held accountable for that in front of the court.”

“Agreed,” stated Meryn. “But you will need to wait until my grand daughter is stronger before you bring her before the Court of the elders to give evidence. She needs to recover from her ordeal first.”

“Of course,” agreed Stefan without hesitation. “The whole castle is at your disposal. Whatever it takes, Meryn.”

“Thank you.”

“Would it be possible to seal the castle until we find her?” asked Jem as he refilled everyone’s goblets.

“Already done,” replied Stefan. “If she’s still here, we’ll find her.”

The castle kitchens opened out into a small courtyard at the rear of the castle, near the north gate. Despite the late hour, the kitchen was a hive of activity suggesting to Anna that important guests had arrived. Soundlessly she transformed from the crow form she had favoured of late into a tiny mouse then scampered under a gap in the kitchen door on a mission to discover who had arrived. Hidden from sight in a corner near the sink, she watched and listened, searching for clues. When she spotted one of the stewards preparing a carafe of blood infused wine, Anna decided to follow him to see where he took it.

Conversation around the table had lightened with Stefan holding court. He entertained Beth with anecdotes of Trine’s childhood growing up in the castle. There were several stories that Jem had never heard. He was grateful to Stefan for making ever y effort to help Beth feel at ease among them.

With a soft knock first, one of the castle stewards entered carrying a fresh carafe of wine. Conversation paused while the steward refilled their goblets, placed the carafe on the table retrieving the empty one then prepared to leave. Just as he reached the door, a small movement at the edge of the doorframe caught Jem’s eye. He watched as a small mouse scurried out of the door at the steward’s heels. It seemed to shimmer as it disappeared out into the hallway.

Recognising what he had just witness, Jem took a deep breath then said as calmly as he could, “Anna’s here. She’s in the castle.”

A Flower Crown to Mark Litha

June 21st, the longest day in the Northern hemisphere, otherwise known as the summer solstice or Litha.

In the UK, the solstice is widely associated with Stonehenge and the druids with crowds gathering ever year to watch the sunrise. Stonehenge dates back to 3100BC with the famous standing stone circle itself dating back to 2600-2400BC but did you know that the summer solstice has been celebrated around the world for over 10000 years?

The ancient Celts worshipped Bel, a god associated with the sun, light, healing, and fire around the time of the solstice although there is a strong connection now to Beltane which is celebrated around 1st May to mark the mid-point between the spring and summer equinox.

The Romans honoured the goddess Vesta around the time of the solstice by celebrating a weeklong festival, the Vestalia. Vesta was attended in her temple by the Vestal Virgins who tended her sacred flame. It was said that if the fire went out then Rome would fall.

The Vikings also celebrated the summer solstice with fires and feasting. They believed that at the solstice the veil between worlds was thin and used it as a good time to communicate with the spirit world to divine the future. They too lit bonfires that were intended to drive away any malicious spirits.

In Celtic mythology, it was believed that the summer solstice (Litha) was a time when the veil between our world and the faerie world was at its thinnest. Mythology also marks the solstice as the time of the annual battle between the Oak King who ruled for the first half of the year and the Holly King who ruled until Yule (winter solstice).

Slavic nations historically celebrated Kupala Night at the summer solstice. This was a celebration of fire and water where young couples would jump over the fires to ensure fertility and single girls would float flower crowns down rivers to attract love.

Modern day Litha is celebrated in s similar way by Pagans and Wiccans with bonfires and feasting, the wearing of flower crowns and with rituals to honour the sun and the earth, showing gratitude for a successful harvest to be gathered in.

It fascinates me to see how ancient traditions, myths and rituals remain entwined in 21st Century life.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to make my flower crown and to build a bonfire. Anyone got a match?

(Images sourced via Google – credit to the owners)

The Measly Jar of Motivation – what if you gave yourself permission to dream?

Oh, now there’s a question! Who among us doesn’t dream?

I dream on a regular basis. No, I’m not talking about the snatches of dreams that we recall after a night’s sleep but instead I mean our hopes and dreams. If you could wave a magic wand and bring your dream life to life what would your world look like?

Personally, I would start with my kids. I’d love to see them both settled in their dream homes and following their dream careers and living their best lives. All I want is for my kids to be healthy and happy.

For myself, I dream of finding my “and she lived happily ever after” life. This isn’t a pity post, but those who know me, know that life hasn’t always dealt me the kindest hand. Let’s leave that thought there.

In an ideal world, I’d live in an ocean front house like Jake and Lori’s house from my Silver Lake series of books. That really would be my ideal house and location. I’d have enough pennies in the bank not to have to worry about money. (I’m not putting a figure on it.)

I’d be a beach bum cum author. No surprises there!

Every morning, I’d walk the beach at sunrise before enjoying breakfast on the sun deck with my book before spending a few hours writing. There would be no writer’s block! Words would flow effortlessly onto the page. (Well, this is my dream life so why not. LOL)

It goes without saying that there would be at least two large fluffy cats sharing my home in my dream world too.

In this dream life, my books would be on the shelves in the bookstores and be selling well. If I saw any in the stores I’d autograph whatever was on the shelves as a surprise to the reader who eventually picked it up.

Life would be filled with family and close friends and unconditional love.

Evenings would be back lit with stunning sunsets and sleep at night would be sound and uninterrupted.

Oh well…..a girl can dream…..

What would your dream life look like? Please comment below.

One ring, five centuries (flash fiction)

Summer 1592

Checking the hidden inner pocket of his ornate silk doublet, William breathed a nervous sigh of relief. It was still there. He had been anxious that it might have been lost on the ride out to the picnic spot under the giant oak. Their favourite spot within his father’s estate. When Elizabeth had insisted that they give their horses their heads and set off at a gallop, he had been forced to give chase.

Glancing at the headstrong young woman who had stolen his heart, he knew this was his moment.

“Lizzie,” he began as he went down on one knee before her. “Will you do me the honour of agreeing to become my wife?”

Tears of joy filled her blue eyes as she replied, “Yes. Yes, I will.”

Smiling, William slipped the gold pyramid diamond ring onto her slender ring finger then lowered his lips and kissed her hand.

Autumn 1992

Around her, the house was blessedly quiet after her fraught day in court. In the bedroom next door, her twin daughters lay sound asleep, oblivious to the bitter divorce battle that had raged in the courtroom all day. Hearing that she had been granted sole custody was that Lizzie had needed to hear. She didn’t want that monster near her precious girls. Details of the generous divorce settlement had washed over her. Afterwards her lawyer had said she should have pressed Bill for the house in Devon and for a larger share of the firm that they had run together…her firm originally.

Seven years of a toxic, emotionally abusive, adulterous marriage were finally over. She could scarcely believe it. There was only one thing left to be undone.

Carefully, Lizzie slid her antique Tudor gold engagement ring with its pyramid point diamond from her ring finger.

She was finally free.

Winter 2022

An old-fashioned bell jingled as the young man entered the high-end jewellers. Dressed in black leather from head to toe, his long dark hair falling over his slender shoulders, Will wasn’t the usual style of customer that the antique jewellers attracted.

With two free days between gigs, he had seized the opportunity to check out a Tudor ring that he had seen advertised online. He needed the ring to be authentic when he finally plucked up the courage to ask Lizzie to marry him.

When the manager brough the ring out for him to view, he knew instantly that this was “the one.” A pyramid point diamond, set in a simple gold rectangle with some worn engraving on the ring’s shoulders.

As he slipped the ring in its black velvet pouch into his inside jacket pocket, Will wondered how many true loves it had shared over the last five centuries.

(credits to the owner of the image – sourced via Google)

Beltane is fast approaching….are you fired up?

I saw the above picture on Facebook last weekend and it struck a chord.

Change is afoot in my world and I’ve spent the last few days contemplating it. That picture filled me full of a renewed sense of hope.

“So, what’s Beltane got to do with it?”

“What’s Beltane?”

Beltane is a pagan/Gaelic celebration that marks the midpoint between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. This year that’s 1st May. As a festival it was gradually dying out by the middle of the 20th century but since the late 1980’s it has seen a rekindling. (See what I did there? Hee hee)

Beltane is a fire festival.

According to Irish mythology, Beltane marked the beginning of summer when farmers would lead their cows out to the summer pastures. To celebrate this, ritual bonfires were lit and the local people would walk round or in between the fires with their cattle. These fires were believed to have protective powers. At this time too, every household’s fire was doused and relit with embers from the Beltane fires. It was a time for feasting and celebration.

Beltane is a celebration steeped in the shedding of darkness (winter) and the welcoming back of the light (summer).

It’s a time of change. A time of transition and this year for me personally, its significance isn’t lost on me. (More on that another time.)

If you feel stirrings of passion for something or a need for new beginnings this week, trust your gut instincts and let the Beltane fires energise your soul.

That new project that you were thinking about…start it!

The book you plan to write…start it!

The new whatever it was you have been dreaming about…start it!

I have!

(picture sourced via Facebook – credits to the owner)