The Author’s Kingdom is a series of articles, where the Author explains his perception of Heirs to the Kingdom. It is written to cover the festive season of Christmas 2016.
Village life.
One of the most recognisable aspects of living in a small community is you never have any secrets. Village life is well documented for the neighbours who like to gossip, and if you move into a small rural community today, well you had better be squeaky clean in how you live, because if you are not, you can pretty much guarantee that very soon everyone else will know your business.
From an early point in Heirs to the Kingdom, I pretty much knew that I would to have to find some way in which to reflect community life, and it did not take me long to work out, that I had two options available to me. The first would be the monthly reports given to the Lord of Loxley by Fuse, and the other would be the gossips… Enter Agatha Patterdale, or as refer to her, the Queen of the Conversations.
Adding little snippets occasionally gave me the chance to explain a little of what was going on at Loxley whilst Robbie and crew were on the road. I had set up Loxley village in the early days with two rows of houses totalling 14 in all, and so by using gossip, I was able to fill in the blanks of who lived where and what their specific role within the community was.
The wonderful thing about doing this was not only did it give Loxley a familiar feel for the reader, it also gave me yet another place in which I could add scenes of importance. I think no one will forget book one and the clearing of the snow, without the kindness of Alice Kirk and a bag of warm scones, with a gentle prod in the back, you have to question if Robbie would ever have plucked up the courage to actually approach Runestone for a conversation. It was almost a mirrored scene of the one I had written at the time of their meeting when Rune first moved to Loxley, but that was a part of the story I did not share until book five.
The small street leading to the dusty road gets to see a lot of interesting moments, and I have to confess I do deliberately move back to the main street at times, simply because it is a place that I can picture so clearly in my mind, it is almost as if I am actually there.
The life and times of the dwellers of my street have become a very important part of Loxley, and early each morning we see the lights come on at just before dawn as the Alf Smith at number 13 starts his busy day preparing the meat for sale. Just up the street the smell of freshly baked bread is wafting from number nine, and Ann and Alice Kirk fill their ovens and put up their collapsible tables under the window ready for their freshly baked goods. Next door at number seven, Agatha is up and shuffling round her shop, as Melissa her granddaughter who has just snuck in after leaving the small flat behind number twelve is ready to carry the new Cheese from the cold store out to her Grandmother.
Johnathon Appleton and his sons Ben, Will and Ray have been up for quite some time and are already up at the farm herding the livestock out to grass, and as the lights come on in number Two, Graham Ashton and his wife Julie are feeding their two sons before heading to the farm to team up the horses to begin their long day working on the farm. It is a busy time, and as the sun lifts above the trees, the small street comes alive as the first of many visitors of the day arrives.
By Nine in the morning Joss and Maud Baily are hard at work in the candle shop, wrapping up their orders to be delivered, and across the street at Number 4, the pots and pans shop is open, and Susan and Jake Holmes are usually stood by their door sipping herbal tea and complaining about the lateness of John Lox’s latest delivery of freshly made metal pans. The last shop open is usually Number twelve, Trinkets and Trousers, and Runestone and her mother can be seen as they carry out their metal frames adorned with all the latest clothing designed and sewn together by Runestone. Across the street at Number 11 Ian Hall the furniture man, waves as he displays his latest freshly renovated furniture, and scowling across at the cheese shop is old Ruben Stien the cobbler at number 8, as he watches Agatha leaning on the doorway gossiping as usual whilst Melissa runs round the shop serving.
It’s a busy street with a lot happening, and sometimes I like to stop just to catch a small part of the conversations. There has been a lot of late about the book shop at number one, it appears since old Mr Hargreaves left, (Because nobody was told exactly what had happened to him) Some members of the street do not approve of the fact that Young Judith who now runs the shop, has had it painted from the old burgundy to a new and colourful powder blue. Agatha is not at all impressed and referred to it as gaudy, whilst Ann shrugged and expressed the fact she quite liked it, and so this morning in particular, it appears Agatha has decided to canvass the visitors and get their opinion, but only after fully expressing hers.
This is a street with history; Robbie’s meeting with Leenard ended up in archery lessons, and below the window at number 12 Steph gave her approval in front of a very excited Runestone for a hunting trip outside the walls. At the bottom of the street is where for many a year a young and rather tom boyish dressed Jade Opal would lean against the wall of number 13, whilst waiting for her mates to arrive, before slipping off to create some mischief. Although when it comes to the approval ratings of this street, here is one particular victim of the gossip and the way in which it can turn on you. Jade has witnessed quite a bit of disapproval over the years from the cheese shop, and it has not always done her good, there have been many times alone in the workshop at the rear of number twelve over the years, where Jade cried alone after a particularly nasty scalding from Agatha.
Every February second the windows fill with candles as new light is brought into the world with Imbolc, and early on the first day of May, all the residents decorate the fronts of their houses with freshly cut blossoms from the orchard, and gather with food to celebrate the Beltane or May Day parade, where the street is the focus of the start of a long parade and showing of the candidates for the New Queen of the May. Robert Lox with his wolves head mask has led the parade many times down this cobbled street, and in recent time after his death, his wife and land owner Jessica has taken to leading them out with pride.
Fires are lit at both ends of the street during Samhain and to the rear of the bakery and cheese shop, the large market square is a hive of activity as the community comes together to celebrate the completion of the harvest and the preparations for winter. Like any other small rural village in any other part of the country, this small street has become the focus of everything the residents identify with home. It shares a part of all their lives, and is the place to be for all the latest gossip and news as to what is happening where.
Out of all the places I have created in my imaginary world of Loxley, and that includes Robbie’s Mere, which is probably the one place I would love to live most, Loxley Village is without doubt my favourite place of all. It is one of the first places I built in my mind back in the early 1980’s, and I have tried to sketch it a thousand times, but in all honesty I am a lousy artist with no sense of proportions, and somehow even though the pictures in my mind are so clear, I cannot find a way to get my hand to move the pencil exactly where it needs to be, and in a way maybe that is OK, because I am sure every reader has an image in their mind of how it looks to them, and maybe that is how it should be. I love this place and one of the saddest things about finally after ten years of work finishing the story, is I will more than likely have to move along and leave it behind, which is a sad prospect for me.
A day will come in the future, when the house at number 6 will fall silent, as there will be no more Jett Amber residing there, and the sound of military horses clattering up the street to the farm will fade away. Bread will still be baked, cheese will still be sold, and Ruben Stien will possibly still scowl across at Agatha. The bright red hair of Tegan Lox will shimmer in the morning light, as she helps her older sister Iona set up the displays for her mother at Trinkets and Trousers, and life will move on as the aged figure of Alf will walk besides his son, as the meat is cut and hung in the shop. Around the Village hopefully life will continue, although there will lesser guards and the days will slow as people move on to other destinations, only returning for market days and big parades.
If you are very lucky you may even catch a glimpse of Lord Thorn, as he goes about his duty on his snow white horse, tending to his duties on behalf of the Lox household.
It has been a remarkable journey from the street and back, and I have thoroughly enjoyed bringing you the drama of Agatha being confronted by Beth, or Maggs and Harry as they sold beer at the markets stalls and were positively filled with happy vibes at the looming nuptials of Rowan and Jade as Robbie walked away laughing. One of the happiest memories of the Village for me was back in early 2008 when a new member of the readers group was reading the start of the draft manuscript of Book Two. She rang me up complaining that the group had still not made it back to Loxley, I smiled as she spoke and I think it was at that particular moment that I realised that this crazy person at the other end of the phone had fallen as hopelessly in love with the Village as I had. Such was the power of Loxley that in 2011 she became my wife, only beta reader and editor.
It has been a wonderful journey to share with all of you who have read HTTK, and it is not quite over yet, so I am sure we will walk at least one more time down the street of 14 houses, all with small stone garden walls and wooden gates, all displaying their goods for sale to the sound of trudging feet, clattering horse hooves and gossip.
I am always interested in hearing your personal view and experiences, so please leave a comment either here or on FB and share your joy with everyone who reads this blog.
RJM.