It's been an eventful summer at Ty Claddagh. The humble inn has been richly refurnished thanks to Herger's generosity. The sea wolf has been busy with building his hut. Left on my own, I pass the time raking over the now bare patch of ground where the garden flourished that kept us well-fed, and strew a blanket of pine needles and dry leaves over it so it will sleep well during the winter and be ready for next year's planting.

Samhain is almost here. What will the new season bring? Again, I think of my cousins Flidhais and Vaugn. Perhaps the cold weather will bring them home again. A warm welcome awaits them and anyone else who may find their way to Claddagh House!