Today, I am delighted to feature another guest post from Jim Webster. He has kindly come up with a sequel to his previous story concerning a hermit who lives in a Norfolk village. Any similarity to my life in Beetley is of course intentional.
The continuing adventures of the hermit of Beetfield.
I have recounted before how I came to meet the celebrated Hermit of Beetfield. On my return to Port Naain I confess I didn’t give much more thought to him. I’d enjoyed his company and had been impressed with his wit and wisdom. What more can one ask of a hermit?
Still should you wish to know more of our meeting it is all recounted at; https://beetleypete.com/2020/04/02/featured-blogger-jim-webster/
You know how it is, life closes in on a chap. You get busy and before you’ve noticed a year or so has gone by. Obviously you have lived every day of it. It’s not as if you curled up in bed and next morning got up to discover a year had past. Still that period was a hectic time for me. I built up my practice, gathered more patrons, cemented my position as the leading poet of my generation, and got married.
Thus I wasn’t entirely surprised when I arrived home one evening to find a letter on the cabin table. People I had never importuned were starting to write asking me to perform.
Shena gestured at it, “It arrived just after I got back from the Old Esplanade. It was delivered by a deck hand from a night soil barge.”
To be fair I didn’t have to ask how she knew his trade. It rather announces itself. I must admit I rather expected some witticism about how I was starting to attract a higher class of patron. After all it’s the sort of remark I would have made had it been Lancet or one of the others getting such a missive. She merely said, “He said it was from Beetfield.”
I opened the letter with a clear conscience. After all it was some years since I had been in the hamlet of Beetfield. I cannot imagine them, after all this time, deciding that I was the obvious person to blame for the spoons going missing.
As an aside, this can be a problem. Certainly when I first started out following my muse, I was young and doubtless had a lean and hungry look. This was easily explained. I was normally hungry and that ensured I remained lean. But it meant that I was the obvious person to blame when something went missing in a house where I had recently performed.
The fact I had been constantly under the eye of a maid, and had only been in two rooms, made no difference. In one instance I was arrested in the street by the watch for stealing a four poster bed. It must be said that the two watchmen they seemed to consider it a somewhat unlikely feat, but they escorted me to the house where the accusation had been made.
The lady of the house was furious. Apparently the bed in the guest bedroom had disappeared. The staff had hunted throughout the house and could not find it and were sure that it was not there. This I can believe, a four poster bed isn’t something one can easily overlook.
Apparently they had decided it had to be me, because both the lady and all the staff had been present in the house for the entire day and I was the only stranger who had entered. The watchmen took notes and to be fair to them, asked what I would consider pertinent questions.
One I particularly liked was, “Did you see Mister Steelyard with the bed?”
“No, I assume he concealed it somehow.”
Things were getting vituperative, with the lady of the house pouring scorn on both me, and the watchmen for their scepticism, when her husband arrived. He was accompanied by a dray and six workmen. They had with him a four poster bed. His wife was triumphant.
“So you recovered it from wherever this villain had hidden it?”
“No dear, I collected from Massop’s. When you said your mother was coming to stay I thought I’d better check the bed. One of the posts was a little lose. So I contacted Massop and his men arrived three days ago and took it away to fix.”
Madam was mortified. As the watchmen and I tiptoed quietly out, she, with the support of the senior downstairs staff, were berating her husband for going out of his way to humiliate them. As one of the watchmen commented, “How in Aea’s name can six men carry a four poster bed out of the house without anybody noticing?”
But still, back to the letter. It was from the Landlady of the New Inn at Beetfield. Apparently her clientele remembered me fondly and would be delighted if I could drop in soon. Also, added to the bottom, as if it was something that she was mentioning in passing, was the comment that perhaps I could talk to the hermit for them.
Now Beetfield is not the easiest place to get to, even though it isn’t far from Port Naain. So eventually I did what I’d done on the previous occasion, I signed on as a deck hand on a night soil barge. It’s not a prestigious job, but given that my finances were in their usual parlous condition it seemed the sensible thing to do. So barely two days after getting the letter, I walked into the New Inn at Beetfield and was greeted by a smiling landlady who handed me a glass of ale without even asking me for money.
As I sipped her ale, I asked what exactly she wanted me to do.
“Well, Tallis, if you could just tell a couple of stories and perhaps give us a poem or two. Then when the time comes, if you could feed the hermit and listen to his new plans.”
“What’s wrong with his new plans?”
“Well we feel that it would make sense for somebody from outside the area to listen to them. We’d like an unbiased opinion.”
Well that seemed easy enough. As her guests came in I prepared myself and gave them what the landlady had asked for. I told them the tale of the four poster bed and a couple of other tales. Then I gave them some poems, one tragic, two comic. When my meal was brought to the table, I tucked in with enthusiasm. The rich spicy Toelar cooking was as good as I remembered it. Most of the others were eating at the same time, and we chatted backwards and forwards as we dined.
I’d just finished when there was an eldritch wailing from outside. I put down my empty glass. “I assume that is the hermit saying that he’s ready for his meal?”
The landlady appeared with a basket holding a pan of stew (hot in both senses of the word, Toelar cooking is known for the liberal use of hot spices) a bottle of beer and a good chunk of bread and butter. I took the basket and set off along the path through the woods, following the cacophonous wailing to the hermit’s abode.
I finally arrived at the well-built stone hut where the hermit lived and he put down his bagpipes and welcomed me warmly. As he ate he would ask me questions as to what I’d been doing. Then as he wiped the pan clean with the last of the bread I asked him what his plans were.
Here he became thoughtful. “Well you see Tallis, I’m wondering whether Beetfield needs something more than a hermit to draw people.”
I could see where he was coming from. I think the hermit drew people from a ten mile radius, but I’d never heard his name mentioned in Port Naain. Indeed I might well be the only person in the city who had heard of him.
“So what were you thinking of trying?”
“Well I thought I might become a mage.”
I confess that rather surprised me. He wasn’t an old man, but he was definitely in his middle years. As far as I knew, becoming a mage was something that took a lifetime of study.
“Have you any experience?”
“No, but I’d never had any experience of being a hermit before I became a hermit.”
Again from what I’d been told, this also was entirely true. Still I felt that becoming accepted as a mage was a somewhat more arduous process than becoming a hermit. Indeed in Port Naain, people studied for academic degrees and this was merely the start of their road. Admittedly there were other, often less savoury types, who replaced academia with sordid experimentation in a dingy boarding house bedroom, but the latter rarely ended well.
On the other hand, I could see a mage being a positive draw. “Have you any knowledge of herbs or minor cantrips?”
“None really, other than what is needed for cooking.”
“So what attracted you to being a mage?”
“Well,” and here he paused, “I thought I could have a wizard’s tower. It would be a landmark. If I make it tall enough, in this area it could be seen from miles around.”
Again I couldn’t fault his thinking. “What have you in mind? Something tall and dark with flames at the top?”
“I’d thought something more classical in a pleasant light-coloured stone would go with the area. Also I want to attract people, not scare them off.”
“But how would you build it?”
“That’s the clever thing. When I become a mage, I’ll build it using magic.”
It struck me that he’d got everything thought out.
“So how are you going to learn to do magic?”
“That’s the really clever bit, Tallis. When I became a hermit I sort of picked up hermitting as I went along. Also nobody really expects you to do anything, they just want you to be wise. So when I’m a mage, I’ll just be wise, but with my tower, I’ll be wise at altitude.”
“But what happens when somebody comes along and asks you to do something magical?”
“Oh I’ve thought of that. I can tell them to leave me for a day whilst I meditate and when they’re gone we’ve got two or three people in the area who are good with herbs. As for love philtres, soap and water often works as well as anything a witch can do.”
I persisted, “But what if they want serious magic?”
“I can talk them out of it. I’ll suggest other ways of doing the same thing, or if that fails, convince them that it’s unethical. If that fails I’ll have them bring me obscure ingredients found only in distant parts.”
Well he certainly seemed to have given the various issues proper consideration. I asked him, “So why does the landlady and others want my advice?”
“Well they suspect that I can smoothly talk them into things, but you, being a poet, are inoculated against it.”
I confess that this was a line of reasoning I hadn’t encountered before. “So what’s the first phase?”
“Making a start on the tower. I was thinking that we could add three more stories to my hut here, but in timber. I’d leave this roof on and have a stair up the outside. It’s more wizardly.” He paused briefly. “Apparently if you tell the landlady at the New Inn you think it’s a good plan, there is a boat that’s run aground on the shores of the estuary. They’ll rob the timber off that and make a start on the tower.”
I took the basket, pan and empty bottle back to the New Inn.
The landlady was waiting for me. “Well, is it a good plan?”
“Has he made a good hermit?”
Without pausing she replied, “Yes.”
“Then I would suggest you go with his plan then, it strikes me he’ll be a lot better mage that a lot of those we have in Port Naain.”
Jim Webster is just this guy.
I’ve got two blogs, one for Tallis Steelyard
https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/
Another blog for my assorted rural reminiscences and ponderings
https://jandbvwebster.wordpress.com/
I’ve also got two books to promote, available as ebooks or paperbacks
The first is a tale from Tallis Steelyard
And if you buy your ebooks from elsewhere than Amazon
https://books2read.com/u/mldAeB
Tallis Steelyard. A Fear of Heights.
In this novel, recounted by Tallis Steelyard in his own inimitable manner, we discover what happens when the hierarchy plots to take control of the Shrine to Aea in her Aspect as the Personification of Tempered Enthusiasm. Will the incumbent be exiled to a minor fane in the far north? Will Tallis end up having to do a proper job? Does ordination and elevation beckon for Maljie?
This story includes the Idiosyncratic Diaconate, night soil carts, Partannese bandit chieftains, a stylite, a large dog and some over-spiced food. On top of this we have not one but two Autocephalous Patriarchs and a theologically sanctioned beggar.
Then I have
And if you buy your ebooks from other than Amazon
https://books2read.com/u/md7XEX
Look what the cat brought in.
Yet more observations on rural life. We have cattle, environmentalists, a plethora of new thinking as Defra plunges into the new world but more importantly we still have our Loyal Border Collie, Sal. She is joined in a starring role by Billy, the newly arrived farm cat. As well as this we have diversification opportunities for those wishing to serve niche markets, living in the past, and the secret of perfect hair.
Please use the links to check out Jim’s books, and more of his writing on both blogs.
This was lovelyy to read
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Glad you enjoyed this old post. Cole. I loved Jim’s story, but as I am the Hermit concerned, and Beetfield is Beetley, I’m biased. 😊
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a fab tale, so interesting. Fun too. Wishing the hermit all the best and yourself too, of course.
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Thanks, Jane. I enjoyed being ‘featured’ in Jim’s great story. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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It was fun to read and interesting. Feature is great, good luck xx
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Always happy to have Guest Posts, Jane. 🙂
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If you are asking me, inviting me, then I am happy to oblige any time. I also have guest authors too…:)
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My invitation is always open, and not time-limited. 🙂
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Oh wow, thanks. I have some free time in June – after June 1st. So, if you fancy booking something let me know and what you would require. You can find me at janerisdon2@gmail.com
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Okay, Jane. I will be in touch in the summer. 🙂
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Appreciated, any time after June 1st is cool. xx
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Great idea with the Wizard tower, and a fantastic cooperation. I cant help myself, but the hermit in Norfolk seems to be similar to you, Pete? Lol Best wishes, Michael
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The Beetfield Hermit does sound rather similar to me, Michael. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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:-))
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Great story Jim and Pete. love the building you found Jim and that will save a great deal of work.. you had me at “It was delivered by a deck hand from a night soil barge.” thanks for the smiles.
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Thanks, Sally. It was great of Jim to feature my Wizard Tower fantasy. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Fantasy! We’re already talking to sponsors 🙂
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Keeping it low-key at the moment mate… 🙂
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Apparently the Chinese are really keen for some reason 🙂
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Have you considered a refit of the windmill? The hamsters would have a break from time to time, when the wind blows 🙂
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I don’t think Dereham Windmill Trust will let me ‘live-in’ mate. 🙂
Cheers, Pete.
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Who needs them, build bigger and better 🙂
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A nice idea but I feel it lacks grandeur 😉
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Just be sure to have the hermit install smoke detectors. We don’t want a towering inferno.
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Especially now McQueen is in no fit state to save us!
Best wishes, Pete.
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He’d probably just order more sausages and a toasting fork 🙂
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Well the thought of sausages is always good! 🙂
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Better cooked over an open fire and I prefer them to marshmallows 🙂
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If Mr Webster wants to build a wizard’s tower in MN, I have a couple acres I would gladly contribute to the cause.
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Two acres? You could retire on the proceeds of selling that land over here, Don.
(I know, you have already retired. 🙂 )
Best wishes, Pete.
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It looks like your tower is about to leap from the drawing board. We’ll doubtless read all about it in the Sunday supplements. The marble floors, sunken baths, braziers burning scented wood, and sylphs and nymphs moving silently through the many columned hallways carrying trays of exotic foodstuffs and fine wines 😉
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Now I want nymphs! Plase stop enticing me! 🙂
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With sylphs and nymphs on hand I’m sure you’ll find planning permission easier to get. There have to be advantages to being a mage
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I might forego the sylphs, but nymphs are a must!
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I think they come as sets, so there’s probably no saving on doing without one or the other of them.
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It crosses my mind to sell some of the land, then I see flowers in bloom and beautiful nature and I appreciate what I have.
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Delightful! Warmest regards, Theo
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Thanks, Theo. I do confess that I enjoy being the subject of Jim’s story.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Other protagonists are available 🙂
Actually I enjoy Pete’s blog, there’s always a nice crowd here and it’s a good crack 🙂
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I’m a bit of a hermit myself and would love to live in a wizard tower…with a moat!😁
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I think a moat would make an excellent addition. Whether as somewhere for an early morning dip, or alternatively merely containing fell creatures who will keep irritating people out (or devour them which is much the same thing) I can imagine it adding to both the value and utility of your abode 🙂
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😏
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Yes, a moat and a drawbridge. Complete privacy! 🙂
Amazon can deliver by drone.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes!🤜🏻🤛🏻
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The obvious thing to do would be to have a suitably modified window on the floor above your reading room. This will minimise the disturbance and save you having to climb up and down too many stairs if they just left it on the flat roof 🙂
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I am emailing Amazon immediately, so they know not to leave it on the roof! 🙂
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Probably wise. You know what drones are like, always the easy way
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I wouldn’t want them landing in the moat and getting my parcels wet!
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Actually you could have the tower wider at the top, so that the upper stories overhung the moat. Fishing from the upper floor would be a bit like ice fishing, drop your line through a hole in the floor.
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I just caught a Chubb, but have no idea how to cook it! 🙂
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Leave it to the sylphs and nymphs
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Here’s a great Tallis Tale on Pete’s blog 👍😃
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Admit it Chris, you’re merely jealous that you never built your tower first 🙂
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I have my tree, Jim 😂😂😂
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I think I may have found you somewhere 🙂
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That’s a vine looking tower, Jim 👍😂
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You can threaten people with the grapes of wrath 😉
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Or, the olives of discontent, Jim 😂
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It’ll certainly be a fruitful discussion 😉
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😂🤣😂🤣😂
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You two are having too much fun on this post! My Wizard’s Tower is serious stuff! 🙂
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LOLOL
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A fab story, we all need a wizards tower.
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Absolutely, think of the touch of class they’d bring to the skyline!
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Yes, one tall building in Beetley would be eye-catching. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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A delightful guest post, Pete. Jim is such a good storyteller and writer. What could be better than a hermit who wants to live in a wizard tower?
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Yes, Jim captured the spirit of an old man in Beetley very well indeed. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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But I did let it go after I caught it. We operate a strict catch and release system here you know 😉
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He certainly did. Best to you, Pete.
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A great story by Jim, Pete. I think I could also be a mage and quite fancy life in a high tower.
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A Wizard’s Tower might be a tourist attraction in Beetley, Robbie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I shall have to look it up, Pete.
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Stopping to think about it, it probably wouldn’t be too difficult to add the photo and a brief comment about the wizard’s tower to the Beetley entry on wiki 🙂
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Perhaps their local mobile phone mast might be re-deployed to an outside staircase, lol.
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I would have to build it higher than the church, where the mobile phone receiver is currently situated. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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That seems reasonable. Traditionally the top of your tower should be obscured by cloud, at least when the weather is overcast
You may want to discuss matters with these people
https://www.directindustry.com/industrial-manufacturer/lightning-rod-73928.html
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I felt tribute ought to be paid to your architectural aspirations 🙂
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The planning application for my Wizard’s Tower has been forwarded to Breckland Council. 🙂
Thanks, Jim.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I would hope that you would be eligible from grant funding as well 🙂
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I understand that grants are available for insulation, and solar panels. At least according to the people who phone me every day. 🙂
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You’ll have to ask them next time they phone 🙂
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