These travelblogs were written by Mabel Govitt before all the changes in Rookpot. I’m going to continue to publish them as a reminder of what joy Farynshire once was, and the hope it can be again.
So this is the first post on this website. Big responsibility.
I should explain what’s going on.
My name is Mabel Govitt, and I’ve just graduated from Rookpot University. Last summer me and my friends decided to explore this extraordinary county. Adam Court (something to do with the Tourist Board, I think) asked us to write about our experiences in a series of blog posts. This is the first of those.
So, just before my final Musril in Context exam at the end of my final year, Felix came up with a plan. A plan he had come up with that morning over breakfast.
“Mabel. Why don’t you come with me this summer? Stay at my house, meet the family.”
There was always a slightly odd emphasis on family whenever Felix spoke of the extended ap Hullin clan that seemed to occupy one small village on the coast. Before I could scramble up an excuse, he went on:
“We can go the long way round – see a bit of Farynshire. Go to the mountains, the big forests, Sylnmouth and Riversouth.”
This was a more attractive prospect. I had spent two years at Rookpot University, and I although I felt I had got to know the capital fairly well in that time, I had not explored the county of Farynshire at all. I was studying its history, culture and languages, most of my lecturers had local interest or specialism, and I had visited exhibitions at the Museum, Library and various galleries on the city’s steep slopes. But I had never ventured into the mountains that separated the county from the rest of England, or visited the dramatic coast where Felix was from, or the forests and countryside inbetween.
I didn’t want to spend the summer months waiting at home in Bristol to see if I had made it into the third year (spoiler alert: I did). I needed a distraction.
We used the time between studying for exams, panicking about exams, an taking exams to research our trip.
I had thought that Felix, born and raised in Tor Calon on the coast, would know a lot more about his county than I, a more recent student of its wonders, did. But, as it turned out, I knew more about why Musril was spoken most widely in Riversouth, how Rookpot came to be the capital, and who the robber councillors were. He had heard of all of these things, but they were just background noise to Farynshire natives. This was one of the reasons Felix wanted to travel: I was always educating him on his own county, which he found interesting, but:
“You can’t learn it all from books and museums. You have to go out there and live it.”
I agreed. There were so many places in this small county that I wanted to see – and visiting Felix’s family could be interesting to.
By the time of my last exam (Museums, Masques and Festivities: Cultural Appreciation Throughout the Years) we had a rough itinerary. We did not want details because the whole idea was to be spontaneous and adventurous.
The obvious starting point was Rookpot.
Please join us. 🙂
By Mabel Govitt (with special permission from Ammaceadda)