Journey to York

  After a long and tiring journey north, through the snow and cold and the carriage getting stuck more than a half dozen times to I have made it to York only a few days ago and not by choice. *Sighs deeply* Yes, this was Sir Guy's choice of exile for me. I am surprised he did not send me to a convent, but that may be only a matter of time. Instead, it seems that he has set me up in a smaller house in York, with dear Brigid, servant and at heart a member of my family since my earliest awareness.

  I do not know what will become of me, but I want my fate in my own hands and not in Guy's, so I am of the mind that it would be wise of me to look into making our way south to Poitiers during the spring. However, that would mean going around Nottingham or through it neither one is a safe choice. Now if it can be done, I would like to make a return visit home to Eiru. There will not be much left, but it still would be nice to see home again.

Waterfall

Until my writer's block unblocks enjoy the waterfall. Maybe if I do enough photo edits and such I'll be able to write.

Calendar Guy - March

Lucky charms, anyone?

Adieu, Nottingham

   My trunks are being packed as I write this entry. I have no choice but to leave Nottingham for Guy gave me none. Since, in his words, I am a liar (even though I am not) I can not be trusted to be mistress of the Gisborne manor and can make my own way to Normandie or York or anywhere else that he does not have to set eyes upon me.

  As an admirer of Queen Alienor d' Aquitaine, perhaps I should go to Poitiers and try courtly love for a change. That may startle Sir Guy...but then he would have to care from the start. Yet, better still I may make my way to Westminster in hopes of catching sight of her majesty. For Queen Alienor is smarter and better than her sons. They must take after their father, King Henry.

Alienor d'Aquitaine (Eleanor of Aquitaine)

Right now I feel bitterness, mixed with love, towards Guy and perhaps most men, but I will bear in mind my manners and be nice. I may not know where my journey will take me, but I will carry my love for Sir Guy with me. And I will have ways of knowing what he is doing for what few servants I did have and I have sworn to stay in contact as best as we can. Plus the monks have forgiven me for Angel's Mass by telling me it was not my fault, but I do feel some guilt about it, and have blessed me with a simple rosary.

  So with a last look around what had been Sir Guy's and my bedchamber it is with a heavy heart that I say adieu to my life and Nottingham.

Sunday Kind of Guy #5

The Professor of Smirkology is here again.

 

These photos gave me this collage:

And this gif ♥