Eurostar Journeys

 I took this picture last year at the National Railway Museum in York. I am sharing it today as it suits the topic. My wife and I (well, her mostly) are planning our enxt holiday and we were considering Paris. I am not too keen on it, having been there so often in the past, but Wolfie would love to see the city. There is one thing however that I would be looking for, should we settle for Paris: traveling via the Eurostar. It's been long overdue. All train travels are exciting to me, but there is something about going under the sea like this, in the comfort of a train. The Eurostar is a holiday experience in itself.

Tomahawk (Signature Weapon)

 Here is another post in my new Signature Weapons series, about weapons that ought to be seen in crime fiction, either used by the heroes or villains, as a signature weapon. So today I want to blog about the tomahawk. Not the missile, but the Native American axe. As a child, I grew kinda obsessed by it when I saw Disney's Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier. I thought it just looked so cool. So I made it one of my characters' signature weapon in some of our games. My parents had bought a few wooden toys, if I remember well. Now, the tomahawk still exists, although it is more often used as a tool than a weapon. Some look like plain hatchets, some look like they have been forged near Mount Doom. Be that as it may, I am ware that a tomahawo might not be the most practical weapon, even in close quarters. All the same, I would like to see it in a modern crime fiction setting as a signature weapon.

The Waiting Game (A Birthday Memory)

As it is often the case, my last birthday and recent celebration made me think of the birthdays of my past, from a long time ago. The birthdays of yesteryear, if you will. When I was a child, we I  often celebrated our birthdays the weekend before or after it, generally the weekend after. We had a small celebration on the date itself, but the big party was at the weekend. We invited family, especially our cousins. That was before the internet, before the overbearing presence of screens, before the multiple television channels. After breakfast and the morning cartoons, my brothers and I waited for the guests to come. But we were not bored. We played a sort of waiting game, hiding behind the living room sofa by the window, often with toy guns, as if we were secret agents, smugglers or mercenary soldiers in a secret hideout, waiting for our contacts or allies to show up. We used to peak out, checking through the window that was facing the street, checking every car driving by. The excitement and anticipation of this "Waiting Game" were just as entertaining as the party itself. In fact, it's a ritual I now remember more than many birthday parties we hosted.

D&Dr: Downtime

 This picture is (as far as I know) of Dave Dorman, taken from the Dungeon Master's Guide of the second edition of laying Dungeons & Dragons. I always loved it. Anyway, comes a time in a D&Dr campaign when you don't play much. You have been running it for a while, had a few big adventures, the characters have progressed, got stronger, more powerful, and you feel like you are out of ideas. It often happens round this time of year, from my experience anyway. It is therefore time for downtime, and brainstorm your player(s) for inspiration. Any story suggestions from my readers are of course welcome.

Le gâteau de mes 49 ans

J'ai pensé partager de mon gâteau de fête d'il y a deux jours. Je l'ai cuisiné. Faire des gâteaux est une entreprise hasardeuse pour moi: j'en ai raté plus souvent qu'à mon tour. Même celui-ci est abîmé à sa base et il penche d'un côté, comme la Tour de Pise. Mais vous ne le croiriez pas à le voir, j'ai caché avec le glaçage. Bon, petit loup l'a décoré, c'est lui qui a mis les Smarties dessus. Le glaçage est à l'érable, parce que j'ai eu l'idée de ramener de l'essence d'érable de mon dernier séjour au Québec. Je trouve que ça lui donne une touche toute québécoise. Dans tous les cas, je suis assez content du résultat. 

Les alpacas

 Nous sommes allés à une réunion familiale du côté de ma femme (bien entendu), une de ses cousines fêtait son anniversaire ainsi que son mariage. La réception était dans un pub au milieu de nulle part, mais plein de charme, avec pas loin un léevage d'alpacas (ou alpagas, mais je n'utilise jamais le terme "alpaga"). C'est la première chose que Wolfie a voulu voir, les alpacas, dès notre arrivée. Ils n'étaient pas trop timides, ils doivent recevoir pas mal de visiteurs, j'ai donc pu prendre quelques photos.

Still in my forties (for now...)

 Happy birthday to, well, me. I am 49 today. I am not getting any younger, but I am okay. Like I said to my wife last week, at least I'm still in my forties, for now at least. But yes, it goes way too fast. And at least I know my son and my wife have prepared something special for me. They always have something exciting prepared for me, a few really cool presents, something to make me forget that I am only one year away from being fifty and that times flies really quickly. It gets faster as you get older. Thankfully, I'm a father. It also makes it more bearable, because in the end, every celebration we do in this family revolves pretty much around Wolfie.

Sherlock Holmes in London

Today, I am blogging again about this edition of The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The first edition I read of the novel and the very first Sherlock Holmes novel I read. As it was aimed at younger readers, it was accompanied by many pictures, really nice ones. We sometimes forget that a substantial amount of time of the plot is spent in London, where Holmes and Watson first see the villain of the story, although only from afar. The antagonist is also disguised under a heavy fake beard, so his identity remains a mystery at this point. It makes for a suspenseful chase in the city, which concludes with the Holmes being bested (by his own admission) by his unknown adversary. This image renders very well the tension and gives to the scene and the setting a neat aura of menace.

Mafalda s'en vient

 Grâce notamment à la la page Facebook officielle de Mafalda, je peux suivre au moins un peu l'arrivée (encore lointaine) de la série télévisée sur Netflix. Bon, c'est encore très fragmentaire, mais nous avons quand même eu droit à un trailer, qui est vraiment plus un teaser, parce que c'est vraiment très court. Je n'ai pu trouver de sous-titres nulle part, ni en français ni en anglais, mais j'ai trouvé quelque part sur YouTube un doublage (grâce à l'intelligence artificielle?) en anglais. Dans tous les cas, je vous partage ce nouveau teaser, en espérant qu'il y en aura d'autres. 

Future Train Travel

I took this picture last year at the National Railway Museum in York and I am putting it here because it goes with today's topic. So the family is going on a train journey soon(ish) to celebrate one of my wife's cousin's birthday. I'm very happy about it, not only because it's always nice to celebrate, but because we will travel by train. I haven't been on a train since February, therefore it is long overdue. For me, every train journey is always a bit of an adventure and often a bit of holiday in itself. So I am really looking forward to it.

"My cat is named Odin"

 Oh the things you discover sometimes thanks to old friends. My Italian friend sent me this picture a few months ago and I wanted to share it here. This is the book she read to her two boys during the summer holidays: Il mio gatto si chiama Odino. Translated into English, the title would be "My cat is named Odin". The book is about a black cat with one eye. My long-time readers will remember that I once had a black cat with one eye, also called Odin. I guess I was not entirely original naming him. He was the best of cats and I miss him very much. So I think I need to brush up my Italian and get my hands on that book to read it.

Precious Stones

Something the simplest and most primitive things can make a little boy happy, when he is inquisitive. Since he received this issue of Aquila, and maybe before that, Wolfie has been fascinated by rocks. Gems especially: diamonds, emeralds, rubies, etc. But also semi-precious stones, such as jade, and other stones of lesser value, like quartz. Anyway, we visited a friend on Easter. She had chocolates for Wolfie, but also gave him a bag full of crystals. She is a bit into New Age, so she has loads of crystals she keeps in a drawer and plenty to spare. So Wolfie is now the happy owner of a loot of crystals. He was more grateful towards these stones than the chocolates he received, and that's saying something. In fact, he finds the stones more interesting than many of his toys.

P'tit Train du Nord

 Il se vend bien des niaiseries chez Archambault, mais aussi des affaires cutes. Comme ceci. J'ai acheté ce napperon pour petit loup, et un peu pour moi aussi. C'est à la fois mignon et éducatif, devrais-je ajouter. Et c'est aussi un jeu cherche et trouve.

Mafalda s'en vient sur Netflix

J'apprends une bonne nouvelle aujourd'hui sur les réseaux sociaux, notamment sur la page Facebook officielle de Mafalda ainsi que sur Suvenirs de Ciné-cadeau: Netflix a publié la première image de leur future série sur Mafalda. Je dois l'avouer, j'ai eu des frissons. Bon, j'avais déjà vu le teaser qui date de 2024 et rien ne semble s'être produit depuis. Mais bon, on dirait que les choses progressent enfin, touchons du bois. La sortie est prévue pour 2027. J'ai vérifié sur Netflix et Mafalda semble bien y être en préparation, j'ai donc cliqué sur "reminder". Il ne reste plus qu'à attendre.

La vieille, vieille tortue

Mon frère PJ m'a envoyé une photo d'un de nos premiers toutous. En fait, je crois que le toutou apaprtenait à ma mère avant nous. C'est une vieille, vielle tortue, faite de manière artisanale, peut-être par un membre de la famille. Je crois qu'elle est plus âgée que moi.

One Easter Bunny

You may remember that I was getting desperate, as there are no Easter Bunny this year at M&S, which is patently absurd. Well, there are some elsewhere. Not many, to my chagrin, not very big, but some all the same. Anyway, last week I went to the local Lidl and I bought this one, which I shared today with Wolfie. As you can see, I can hold it in my hands and it's really a far cry from what I am used to, but it tasted delicious all the same. Maybe I went there too late and bigger models were gone, I don't know. But hey, it's a proper Easter chocolate rabbit, he even holds a basket of eggs.

Les paniers des poussins

Ma mère a acheté ces paniers (ces sacs?) pour ses petits-enfants, les cousins de petit loup. C'était bien entendu pour utiliser lors de la chasse aux oeufs de Pâques. Un vert et un bleu, avec des petits poussins. Nous faisons ici aussi une chasse aux cocos chaque année, mais les paniers que je donne à mon fils ne sont pas aussi jolis que ceux-ci. Bon, il n'est pas jaloux, c'est pas comme s'il n'avait pas beaucoup de chocolat à manger depuis ce matin. Mais j'aimerais bien trouver quelque chose d'aussi joli ici.

Sherlock Holmes on the Moors

 I blogged back in February about the first edition I read of The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I took this image from the book. You can see Sherlock Holmes in his iconographic if apocryphal clothes, with a deerstalker hat, but an ordinary coat and not an Inverness cape, for some reason. Still, the hat gives him away immediately. In this image, it makes some sense that he is wearing this, as he is on the Devon's moors. Some illustrators and movies have Holmes dressed like this in the middle London, which is patently absurd. Anyway, I think it would be nice to revisit Devon, but more inland this time. Follow the footsteps of Sherlock Homes, when he investigated an old legend who turned into a murder conspiracy.

Mille/1000 Bornes

Une petite nouvelle sans vraie importance: j'ai retrouvé le jeu de Mille Bornes que ma femme m'avait acheté pour ma fête en 2022. C'est bien, je vais pouvoir jouer avec petit loup. Je crois qu'il comprendra mieux les règles et aura plus de plaisir à jouer qu'il y a quatre ans. Mille Bornes a été l'un des jeux de société de mon enfance. Bien que je n'aie pas autant joué avec que d'autres, notamment parce que l'on n'avait pas notre propre Mille Bornes, j'ai quand même de bons souvenirs. Lire ce billet pour plus de détails. Il serait temps de le revisiter, notamment lors des vacances de Pâques de petit loup.

The God Pan

Because today is the Spring equinox and because Easter is coming (both being related), I thought I would share a picture that I associate with either. I took it from a book we have at my parents' home, a book on Greek mythology. I always associate Greek myths with Easter and spring. Might be my Pagan side. Anyway, you can see here the god Pan, surrounded by nymphs. He is not my favourite Greek god, but Pan is associated with fertility and spring, so he is just perfect for today.