While the Welsh watch their sheep (or their neighbours') peacefully grazing, the Irish sail off around (their) sea, stopping at various congenial watering holes for a bit of a sunbathe. Arriving on the coast of 'Cumbria' (taken rather broadly--I imagine to have a quickie marriage at Gretna Green or to do some shopping at The Lanes in Carlisle), they decide they like it and begin debating whether to call it a "holiday home" or "the first step in the great Irish Empire".
Interestingly enough, the King of Scotland happens to be in the area, on a holiday of his own with a few thousand close friends and retainers. It will be interesting to see how he reacts to the Irish dilemma.
Waiting! What happened? I'll draw and quarter my town crier if I don't hear something soon!
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The Scots repulsed the Irish 1-4 and then followed up with an attack on Mann. The Irish retreated from Mann, and the Scots were unable to capture the principal fortresses.
ReplyDeleteIn the first move of Spring, the Vikings went... nowhere, squatting in York while enjoying its plenty like a fat crow gorging on fallen warriors.
Normandie! Your move.
Don't you mean Summer? The Duke and his army shall board his sturdy sailing vessels and invade Norway. Blame the English payoff.
ReplyDeleteYes, summer. I don;'t know why it says I posted at 8.54; it was more like 1.15 am....
ReplyDeleteAh, for some reason the blog was set to Pacific Time. Fixed that.
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