I’m not sure how to explain what has happened over and over again. My NaNoWriMo story is set mostly in Wales and time and time I rummage on the web for some bit of a hint on where something might happen, or even just a stray piece of info and the exact place appears, conveniently located and properly old and with marvelous history or whatever is needed. Sometimes it starts with a photo.
Tonight it started with iTunes offering me a tune played by John Redbourn and his band of merries, a tune called Planxty Llanthony. I somewhat idly put Llanthony into search and damn if there isn’t a Llanthony Priory in reach of the Black Mountains within Brecon Beacons… that’s just ridiculous.
Llanthony Priory is a partly ruined [1] former Augustinian priory [2] in the secluded Vale of Ewyas, a steep sided once glaciated valley within the Black Mountains area of the Brecon Beacons National Park in Monmouthshire, south east Wales.
Well then.
Look up a planxty
Llanthony Priory
magically appears.
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Sounds like you are having fun and under a special spell.