First Letter Dear Journal, I nearly suffered a stroke of apoplexy yesterday morning. I woke with a start and—but all things in their places. At the beginning of the week I set up my first trial. As I do not have much space and cannot reasonably run multiple trials simultaneously, I decided on a design … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- All My Trials (25 July 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Today I took a brief respite from my labors to attend divine services with the Suprenants, followed by a lovely Sunday dinner. It was life-saving, for I have been living at the Guild Hall and eating my own cooking—a skill I have never acquired, and for which I have no time! … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Brief Respite (18 July 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It seems that His Majesty's Government has been intercepting my mail to Cumbria, perhaps for the whole time I have been here in Armorica. I now know that the sky-chair plans I sent to my father never reached him, and that I have my master's chain not through any change of … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Coercion (16 July 35 AF)

First Letter My dearest Amelie, The news is not good, and I am glad that you insisted on remaining in Bois-de-Bas, especially in light of your condition. Indeed, I only wish I could be sure I might return home before the baby is due in October. At noon today I arrived at the appointed inn … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Fire (16 July 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Jack, I should indeed be glad to come to Mont-Havre for a chat with you...but for a chat with Lord Doncaster? Are you sure that's wise? I wrote to you about my dinner with M. Archambault, I know I did. And I have been advised by M. Suprenant, my good friend, to … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Smoke (11 July 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have it! I woke up quite suddenly with the answer plain in my head. For several weeks now I have been thinking of every method I might use to measure the hardness of a hardened block of wood. Most of them have involved using some kind of clamp or vise … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Matter of Time (2 July 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, They have begun cutting down the bronzewood trees at the site of the new town hall. I have spent a certain amount of time watching them this week, in my role as headman of the village—and I have carefully heeded the directions I was given to stay out of the way … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Sawdust (27 June 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have slept little this past week, and burned vast quantities (it seems) of whirtleberry oil; and I scarcely finished my first mug of ale at the hot springs this afternoon before my eyes began to droop. The other men teased me, of course, and told me that one day perhaps … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Greed and Generosity (20 June 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, The advantage of having a nanny goat, it seems, is that you get goat milk. And when you have a small child, goat milk is a thing to be desired. Cow's milk would be preferred but goats take up less room than cows, which is important when you live in the … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Goats and Harmony (13 June 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It is a singular thing, but there are no inns in Bois-de-Bas—no place where folks might go of an evening to gather. People gather on Sundays, at the church and in fine weather have Sunday dinner together in the square, and at the hot springs. A few old men often gather … Continue reading Letters from Armoria- Of Taverns and Town Halls (6 June 35 AF)