When the dishonourable fell, Odin would not accept them in his Great Hall of Valhalla. He cursed them to become Draugar, animated corpses with supernatural powers. Upon seeing the state of the modern world, Odin formed a Legion of the Damned who had to atone for their past by punishing the present in a manner akin to their original crimes. These are their tales and their penances.

Tales of Odin’s Legion of the Draugar: Kåre’s story

As he grew up in the small fishing village of Sodemreetgud, the young Vikingling, Kåre, was prone to random acts of mischief and small wrongdoings. One summer’s day, as he was deliberately blocking the path of a man pulling a cart, he caught the ever-watchful eye of Loki. Loki took on the disguise of boat captain and befriended Kåre. As he matured into a man Loki tightened his influence and escalated Kåre’s jinxes. At the age of twenty, Kåre captained his own boat in the first mighty warrior fleet to set sail across the sea to the land of Engelond. Under Loki’s encouragement Kåre deliberately positioned his boat in the middle of the convoy, and then slowed his pace to a faction of the rest of the armada’s. Chaos ensued as the other longboats swerved left and right to avoid Kåre’s ship. Many crashes and drownings later, the now-depleted navy turned back to the lands of ice and fjords, never to reach Engelond*. After Kåre’s crew had inflicted their mortal retribution on him, Odin placed his own curse of damnation. Kåre’s reanimated body would periodically rise from the grave and roam the lengths of England’s motorways and beat the living crap out of middle-lane hoggers**.

* Loki did get a nicely written thank you note from the Christian god for sparing his merry band of Lindisfarne monks. Unfortunately for the monks this was pretty short-lived.

** Alas, Odin miscalculated the scale to of the problem and there are more annoying middle-lane hoggers than the draugr Kåre could ever cope with***.

*** the Christian god, equally f***ed off with maddening middle-lane hoggers has declared a policy that all their souls will be promised to Satan for him to play with for the rest of eternity. Red hot pokers will probably be involved.

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Mondays to Fridays belong to Beelzebub. Pure Evil rules the time from 07.30 to 09.30 and 16.30 to 18.30. Oh Lord! Why have you forsaken us? Where are the bloody flying cars that Tomorrow’s World promised us back in the 1970’s?

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I can’t believe I took this in 2021. It seems so recent when I sat on the steep slope trying to get the light trails while not break a leg. And now I can’t believe that 10% of 2024 has already passed me by!

I think I need to buy myself a rocket and have the benefit of relativistic time dilation.

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84 days since I last posted. 84 days! It’s not for want of trying; events just took over. There are been days of great joy witnessing younger members of the family tie knots, days of incredible sadness watching a foundation stone of the family slowly slip away. Days lost to short-lived medical issues, days lost to longer-term ones. Days spend laughing so hard my ribcage could’ve split, days so tedious that I was in danger of calcifying in my office chair. Days where unexpected opportunities appeared, days when diaries were commanded by others. 84 days. Now its time to post again. Time to kick-start my Flickr days. I choose a shot taken almost exactly 2 years before my last post. A day that create a memory of an hour’s solitude spent totally enveloped in a spectacular dawn, and one that never ceases to becalm my fluttering mind.

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I finally made it! The Mach Loop has been on my “to do” list for quite some time. A steep climb, howling winds, long periods of nothing, cold that would have a brass monkey in tears, and no toilets. Perfect ingredients for a day of photography. And when the action does happen, you have about 10 seconds to prepare. I’m now addicted. Apart from the steep climb thing. Does anyone know if there is a government grant available to have a Stannah Stairlift fitted to a Welsh mountain?

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