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A Trip Down Mortimer’s Hole

Sometimes in life the age of something or the history associated with it totally amazes me.

A couple of weeks ago I spent two days in Nottingham and finally able to realise a dream. At the fourth attempt, I visited Nottingham Castle. (Every other visit I just haven’t been able to co-ordinate the time with its opening hours.)

Yes, everyone around the world most likely associates Nottingham and its castle with Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham but there is a whole load more to it than that. We could debate all day on whether Robin Hood really existed but let’s not go there. I’d like to think he did.

Nottingham Castle and the rock it sits on share 1000 years of history!

It has an incredible history (you can read about it at your leisure) but the small part of that history that blew me away was my visit to Mortimer’s Hole.

For those who don’t know, the city of Nottingham boasts the highest number of caves of any city in Europe. There are over 900 registered caves beneath it with suspicions of up to 2000 more! Mortimer’s Hole, beneath the castle, is one of the most famous.

When I arrived at the castle, as I was purchasing my entry ticket, I was asked if I was interested in taking the cave tour that was starting in about 20 minutes. It would last about an hour. The answer was a resounding “Yes, please.”

I’ll spare you the full 1000 years of history of the tunnel and caves that are known as Mortimer’s Hole and focus on the first half of the 14th century when it earned its name.

In 1307, Edward II was crowned king following the death of his father, Edward I. The new king needed a wife. England also needed to improve relations with France so Edward II killed two birds with one stone and married the French King Philip IV’s daughter, Isabella of France, also known to history as “the She Wolf of France”. Edward II had a troubled reign, partly due to his close relationship with Piers Gaveston, a member of the royal household. Suffice to say, although she bore him several children, Edward II was a poor husband to Isabella. There was significant unrest in England and in 1325, Isabella returned to France, taking her son and heir to the throne, Edward III with her. While in France, she met Roger de Mortimer, an English nobleman who was vehemently opposed to the king’s relationship with Piers Gaveston. The queen and de Mortimer became lovers. They also hatched a plot to return to England with a small army, overthrow the king and name the young Edward as king. (Edward III) Mortimer and Isabella’s invasion was a success (I’ve greatly simplified this tale and to the historians among you, I humbly apologise for this.)

Long bloody story short, Edward II was captured and imprisoned, eventually abdicating in favour of his 12-year-old son. As the boy was too young to rule, Queen Isabella set herself up to reign as Regent with Roger de Mortimer by her side.

This wasn’t necessarily a popular move among the people.

In 1330, young Edward III, now a married man with a family and barely 18-years-old, decided enough was enough and decided to reclaim his throne.

Both Queen Isabella and Roger de Mortimer, along with Parliament, were at Nottingham Castle on 19th October 1330 when young Edward III “attacked”.  In actual fact, history records that Edward III’s men were granted entrance to the castle via the passage through the Castle Rock. Someone on the inside unlocked the doors and unimpeded, they were allowed to gain access to Mortimer’s chambers.

Mortimer was seized, bound and gagged then dragged from his chambers, through the castle and down through the tunnel before being taken to the Tower of London. (He was tried and then hanged.)

Edward III was a good king and went on to rule over England for 50 years.

But what became of his mother, Queen Isabella? Edward III showed leniency towards her. Well, she was his mother after all. She was exiled initially to Windsor Castle and then moved to Castle Risking in Norfolk where she died in 1358.

The cave/tunnel became known as Mortimer’s Hole from that point on.

As I stood in the tunnel listening to the tour guide, Jane, telling the group of us all about the history, I was totally blown away to realise that I was standing where Richard I, the Lionheart’s men would have walked. I was walking down the same passageway that Roger de Mortimer was bundled down.  How many famous historical feet had walked the same path? It truly was a moment that brought me up short.

The tour exited the cave/tunnel into an open area to the south of Castle Rock known as Old Brewhouse Yard and then out into the courtyard of Ye Olde Trip To Jerusalem Inn that dates back to 1189AD.

As I walked away, I glanced down the hill towards Robin Hood’s statue and smiled. I’d like to think that he too had visited the castle via Mortimer’s Hole.

Huge thanks to Jane, the tour guide from Nottingham Castle for bringing the cave tour to life  so passionately and knowledgeably.

Dark Place (100 word flash fiction)

As dusk fell the snow fell silently, the wind blowing it into deep drifts. Wearily, the wolf made his way up the trail, walking on instinct alone, trusting the familiarity of the path hidden beneath the thick blanket of snow.

Up ahead he could just see the outcrop of black rock against the darkening sky. Sanctuary lay underneath it- his den for the long winter to come.

An eternity later he saw the mouth of the cave a few metres above him.

Darkness wrapped itself around him like a blanket as he settled down on the earth floor to rest.

(Image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)

Merry Christmas from me to you

(credits to the owner 302 Life – photo is tagged -sourced from Facebook)

I’d just like to wish each and every one of you. a wonderful Christmas. I hope Santa has been kind to you and brought you all the books on your wish list. He’s brought me a few that were on mine.

If you’ve received a nice new kindle or perhaps a cover for an older kindle then perhaps you might also want to add some new books. I can recommend a few 😉

For those who have already read some or all of the Silver Lake series, I’m sure you can imagine Jake and Lori admiring Rehoboth Beach’s beautiful Christmas tree. I’d love to see the town at Christmas….maybe one day.

love n hugs

Coral xx

Check out the Silver Lake series today-

Amazon.com links –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VXDSC1M

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RR1FGLG

Amazon.co.uk links  –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VXDSC1M

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08RR1FGLG

Have you met Riley yet?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B9SWP6K3

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0B9SWP6K3

Or Ellen?

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FYHKR44

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07FYHKR44

A World of Frost and Magic – a Christmas short story

Outside the world was crisp and cold. White frost sparked on the ground in the wintery sunlight. Wrapped up in a thick jacket with a fur-lined hood, hat and gloves, Rosie took her mummy’s hand and squeezed it tight. Mummy had promised her “a magical adventure.”

She had been a bit surprised when her mother had driven them to the beach but she kept quiet, trusting implicitly that Mummy knew where they were going.

It was Christmas Eve and as they had scraped the ice from the windscreen of the car before setting off, Mummy had reassured her that they could scatter the sachet of “reindeer dust” that Rosie had brought home from school as soon as they got back from their adventure. Overflowing with excitement about Christmas and Santa Claus and presents, Rosie had asked if they could lay out Santa’s milk and cookies and a carrot for Rudolph too. She had been a little bit disappointed when Mummy had said no because it would be too early but had brightened up when she promised that they would do it before bedtime.

“So much to do on Christmas Eve!” thought Rosie as she walked along the icy path holding her mother’s hand. “And we’ve got to go on this magical adventure too!”

As they walked, Mummy pointed out a huge holly bush with jaggy green leaves and millions of bright red berries. She also pointed out a tiny robin that seemed to be following them as it hopped from one fence post to the next.

Instead of taking the usual path to the beach, Mummy turned right into the woods. Without their leaves, Rosie thought the trees looked a bit scary. They towered above her! Trying to be brave, she held on even tighter to her mother’s hand.

“Nearly there,” promised Mummy, squeezing her hand. “Keep your eyes peeled for the fairy stepping stones.”

“How will I know what to look for?” quizzed Rosie.

“Round flat white stones no bigger than a penny. If they were any bigger the fairies couldn’t move them. You’ll know them when you see them.”

They had only walked a little further when Rosie spotted them. There was a whole trail of them leading away from the path into the forest.

“There they are!” squealed Rosie, eyes wide with excitement and her fear of the trees forgotten.

“If you promise to stay extra quiet, we can follow them.”

Together they tiptoed quietly into the woods, following the trail of fairy stepping stone.

“Will we see a real fairy?” whispered Rosie, taking great care not to stand on any of the small white stones.

“Maybe.”

The white pebble trail led them to a tiny fir tree standing slightly apart from the other trees.

“I think we’re just in time,” whispered Mummy. “Look down at the bottom of the tree beside the last stepping stone.”

Rosie crouched down but could only see the tree’s rough bark.

“Look closer,” encouraged Mummy.

Peering closely at the bark, Rosie saw a tiny step ladder, its top disappearing into the branches.

“Mummy, there’s a ladder,” she gasped quietly. “Is that how the fairies climb the tree?”

Her mother nodded then whispered, “Look at the branches. Look very closely at the ends.”

As she watched each branch closely, Rosie thought she saw movement between the pine needles but she couldn’t be sure then she saw that there was a tiny light at the end of one branch. Silently, she pointed to it and smiled at her mother.

As mother and daughter stood hand in hand, they watched a tiny light appear at the tip of every branch, starting from the bottom and working its way up the tree. Each light was a perfectly shaped bright white snowflake. When the trail of lights neared the top of the tree, Rosie wondered what was going to happen when the fairies reached the top.

Looking closely at the top of the tree, Rosie saw more ladders going right up through the pine needle to the very tip. Holding her breath, she watched five miniscule, winged figures climbed the ladder to the very top of the tree. Supporting each other, the fairies arranged themselves into the shape of a star with the tiniest fairy right at the very top. Once they were all in position, they each held up a lantern creating a dazzling star effect at the top of the tree. Rosie thought it was the most beautiful Christmas tree that she had ever seen.

“Time to go,” said Mummy softly.

“One more minute,” pleaded Rosie quietly, as she tried to imprint the image of the fairy lit tree into her mind.

“One minute and not a second longer,” agreed Mummy.

It had grown quite dark around them while they had been watching the lighting of the tree. As they retraced their steps, the fairy stepping stones appeared to glow in the dark, illuminating their way back to the main path. Halfway back, Rosie paused to turn to look back at the tree. It was twinkling among the huge dark trees that surrounded it. Rosie smiled.

“Come on, Rosie,” said her mother. “Time to go home and sprinkle your reindeer dust.”

With one last lingering look at the tree, Rosie headed home with her mother, hoping that Sanra might bring her a fairy doll.

(image sourced via Google- credits to the owner – no tag)

A little insight into things to come….

As it’s almost Christmas, I thought I’d share something a little sparkly and new with you this week.

As last week’s poetic blog alluded to, for the past couple of years words haven’t flowed as smoothly as I would like. I’m loathe to describe it as writer’s block as the storylines were still there for my current book baby along with ideas for future book babies. There are a dozen things that I could blame this word drought on but every time I go to type the words here, they sound like excuses to me and I’m not about to make excuses for not being able to park my backside at my desk and write as easily as I have in the past. Life happens and over the past couple of years it has thrown a few roadblocks in the way of creative progress. There’s been a lot of shadow work done in the background to clear the path. Let’s leave that thought there…

Now, I am feeling a little more confident that the word drought is finally over and thought I would share a short excerpt from Book Baby 9. The first draft started out as Book Baby 8 three years ago then, as the words weren’t flowing, I decided to publish Beginnings , my first collection of poems, so it became Book Baby 8 while I pulled it together in early 2024. When I returned to the book baby in the photo above, it naturally evolved into Book Baby 9. My first draft is not quite finished yet but I’m close enough to the end, to feel comfortable enough to share an excerpt from the start with you.

What you see in the photo is what Book Baby 9 looks like at present but there are roughly 30 000 of those words already typed. When I felt that I couldn’t write, I typed instead. It is my intention that Book Baby 9 will finally see the light of day and be set free in 2026. It’s still nameless as I type this and its naked too as I’ve not got as far as thinking about a cover design. All in good time.

For now though, for those who have been waiting so patiently for word of a new novel, here’s a little taster of what’s to come. Be gentle with these words. They are new and at present un-edited.

Streaks of spring sunshine filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the trail as she walked. She had been walking for hours, lost in her grief; lost in her thoughts. Beside her Storm and Lily walked patiently, occasionally touching her hand with their noses as if to say, “We’ve got you.” Both dogs seemed to be empathising with her emotional state.

Ahead of her, further down the trail, she could see the large flat rock at the viewpoint. Trying to gauge how much daylight was left, she decided to rest for a minute or two before walking the last couple of miles back to the studio house.

With a sigh of relief, she sat on top of the rock, drinking in the spectacular view before taking a long chug on her water bottle. At her feet, Lily let out a mournful whine.

“I know how you feel,” she said, reaching out to fondle the wolf dog’s ears. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her thigh at the other side as Storm laid his huge head down, his gaze fixed on her.

“Just give me a minute then we’ll head home. I know you guys are hungry. I am too. Didn’t mean to walk you as far but…oh, you understand, don’t you?”

By the time she reached the final section of the trail the light was fading fast. Dusk had settled quickly as they had descended. In the distance she could just see the twinkling lights that were strung round the patio at the rear of the house, and she thought she could smell a whiff of BBQ on the breeze. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of food. Breakfast had been her last meal and, apart from a few fruit snacks, she hadn’t eaten all day.

“Ah, Miss Johnson, I presume,” quipped JJ from his reclined position on the hammock. “I thought you’d got lost.”

“Sorry,” apologised Riley quietly as she sat her empty water bottled on the table. “I didn’t mean to be gone all day.”

“No harm done” he said, wriggling to sit up and get his feet on the ground before the hammock tipped him out. As he stood up, JJ said, “I’ll sort the dogs and you can start dinner. The chicken skewers are in the refrigerator.”

“Sure. These guys have been good company today, but they must be starving. I’d guess we’ve walked about fifteen miles.”

“Easily done when you’re following your thoughts as well as the trail,” he commented. Snapping his fingers, he called the dogs to heel and led them round to their enclosure.

Soon Riley had the chicken kebabs on the grill and the table set for supper. She had fetched some salad and coleslaw along with a bag of tortilla chips plus plates and cutlery.

“Smells good,” complimented JJ stepping back out of the house. “Dogs are settled for the night. They were ravenous. I guess they didn’t hunt while they were with you. Storm usually snags a rabbit or two on a long hike.”

“Poor babies,” said Riley turning the skewers on the grill. “They’ll sleep well after that.”

“But will you?” he asked, handing her a beer.

“I hope so. I barely slept a wink last night.”

“You want to talk, Miss Riley?” prompted JJ softly.

Busying herself transferring the chicken onto a serving plate, the little green haired girl dodged the question until they were seated at the table. Keeping her gaze on the plate in front of her, Riley said, “I know he was old. I’d guessed he was sicker than he was letting on. Recognised the look in his eyes. My Grammy had that same look.  Wish I’d had the chance to thank him and say goodbye.”

Tears fell onto her plate as her grief crashed through her.