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Glasgow Underneath

There’s still magic in the cities, in the way the pavement glitters in Glasgow, the tiny pieces of glass shining in the sunlight.

The sunlight in Scotland is silver, did you know that? In all other places it’s gold.

The silver sunlight falls and insinuates itself among the old red and brown sandstone buildings, on the days when the sun makes an appearance at at all. At night, the city glows orange in the warmth of the sodium bulbs, but they are being replaced so that night in Glasgow will begin to look as silvery as the daytime. This doesn’t feel right, as Glasgow should be golden at night, with the multicoloured neon lights reflecting off the dark and choppy waters of the Clyde.

Home, Glasgow, the dark and light of it.

Did you know that Glasgow has its own Atlantis, Grahamston, that faded into nothing as the behemoth of Central Station was built, the echoes of the passengers walking back and forth ringing through its empty streets?

Did you know the Botanic Gardens has a mysterious underground passageway, graffitied in the shadows? The green lawn is filled with sunbathing students and families pushing prams, while the haunted beneath rears up just there, around that bend in the trees.

The ancient arches of Glasgow university thrill those lucky enough to work or study there, a living, breathing fantasy novel. The air has the tang of silver, like the sunlight, and the sour taste of Tennent’s brewery when the wind is just right, and the breath of a thousand voices, a million words spoken here, now past. It’s cold, and it’s warm, and it’s hard to know which is which, and the university towers over you like the mountains of the Highlands, stern and colder in shadow, cloaked in history like the tomb. The dead are still living here, your own footsteps will one day fill the haunted future of unborn students who will one day walk the same cloistered halls.

You see? There is magic and mystery, even in the cities. The Necropolis looms silent over a spilled salt town of Buckfast bottles and coal-blackened walls, sorrow and joy and a pulled pint, yesterday, today, and tomorrow folding back upon themselves like an origami puzzle of how we fit into the past and the future, where we stand in history, and whether or not we will form a part of the folklore of days to come ourselves.

You need not travel to the hinterland to view the touch of Faerie. It is here, now; it is there, then; it is cities and buildings and subways and the bustle of grocery stores, pubs filled with riotous laughter, friends over for dinner to tell tales, tall and not so much.

People have always been people, and that’s where the magic has always been. Doors to Faerie are everywhere, city or country, fairway or farm, but they are primarily held within the human heart.

And that, quite literally, is everywhere. 

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I want an inverse spy flick. The spy is a woman. Her whole team is made up of diverse women. All the villains are women. There is only one man in the entire movie and he is a Strong Male Character who is like 25 and decently ripped and has a scene where he slowly steps out of a pool wearing speedos because he is Confident and In Control of His Sexuality. We see his ass when he has to tug down his pants to get at the knife strapped to his thigh. His nipples are always erect for no fucking reason.

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Canadian Boat Song

From the lone shieling of the misty island

Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas

But still, the blood is strong! The heart is Highland

And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.

Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand

But we are exiles from our fathers’ land.

-from the Canadian Boat Song, of unknown authorship

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🌟🌟🌟 CALEDONIA 🌟🌟🌟 We are excited to announce that our new book “Caledonia” by Amy Hoff, is available to order!!! Get yours here!: bit.ly/CaledoniaBook1 (Amazon Link)

And follow the Badass Detective Inspector Leah Bishop as she investigates Supernatural Crime in Scotland!

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Are you following the blogging exploits of our D.I. Leah Bishop, a.k.a. Swedish actor and performer Maria Jones? Maria is an international performer, writer and photographer, and giant nerd (she enjoys Doctor Who, Supernatural, and Warhammer 40k amongst others) who is actually from Westeros! (Well, Vasteras, but it's practically the same thing!) 

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"The one aspect of creating a film with a historical character is that everyone now feels that they know him well. No one in the cast and crew can look at a ten pound note anymore without thinking, 'I *know* that guy." - Amy Hoff, writer/director of Caledonia.

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Capturing some WIld West scenes in the frontier towns of, well, the Scottish Highlands.

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Behind the scenes in Islay, filming one of our last scenes in the island pub that stands-in for the entrance to Faerie in Caledonia: Mortal Souls and Burns Night!

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A rather more civilised view of our National Bard, and our latest Burns Night promo poster!

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We're just gonna leave this here.

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Our next poster for Burns Night features the dashingly evil villain, Sebastian Bloodworth, who foiled Leah and disappeared at the end of series one. What could he possibly be up to now?

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Meet the Crew: As well as taking over the part of Leah Bishop in this year's Caledonia movie, actor Maria Jones is also a capable camera operator, and stepped up to get some footage on Isay and in Aberdeen in between her scenes!

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It's our third poster for Burns Night! This one features our vampiric poet, Robert Burns, and a glowing rose, in reference to one of his most famous songs. We still think he's a bit of sap.