#highmoor

[witchstone]

Sand Lily  Schizocarphus nervosus Highmoor, 3300, South Africa -29.317155, 29.616932 by alison_young

[quieteating]

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Cheese Bar

When you need to get a place to eat last minute on a Saturday night, choices are necessarily limited.  Making the most of such difficult circumstances (which was caused by my impulsive decision to eat out), we found a place with decent reviews which was the Cheese Bar, which serves… cheesy cheese.  As so wittily put by my dining companion.

Sounds like a great idea as if you source the raw goods carefully as this type of cuisine should be relatively straightforward to prepare.  There should only really be a modicum of cooking required.  How hard can it be to boil some pasta and potatoes, slap on some ready-cooked meat and then dump cheese on top?

As with many things in my life, I was proven wrong.

It can be fiendishly hard.  Well, at least that’s the excuse I am trying to give the restaurant for the rather bland, tasteless and insipid nature of the food.  You could also perhaps extend this excuse to the rather bizarre service.  Generally, if the serving staff are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, it bodes badly for the food as if they can’t get their act together, what might be happening in the kitchen?

From left to right, Bix, Quicke’s Clothbound Cheddar, Highmoor.  The first selection appeared rather speedily.  Even if it was simple to prepare and really not that astounding.  The cheese flavours all seemed to run together to produce something I couldn’t really pick apart.  There were differences in texture but in taste things were rather more challenging.  Generic cheese seems to be the most favourable description I could provide.

Blue Cheese Raclette, Young Buck, Salt Beef, Leek, Potatoes, Truffle Honey.  It was a bit of a challenge to get this.  I had to chase multiple times for this, which was not something I was expecting as cheese doesn’t really move that fast.  It only appeared after having to confront staff on multiple occasions asking what was happening to our food.  It finally arrived but they forgot to give us knives.  And then when they brought us knives, they forgot the forks.

While I know that I can be annoying at times, when I’m paying for service, I expect to be listened to at least a little.  So I was surprised that when asked for service (can I have something to eat with please?), the response was various hand gestures.  Although these were mainly incomprehensible, I did wonder if a rather rude statement was being made in my general direction.  Although this is sometimes justified by my behaviour, on this occasion I beg to differ.

Putting aside such challenges, as for the taste, this seemed like melted blue cheese on beef and potatoes.  I’m not sure how they could justify calling it raclette.  It is a bit like claiming that a prawn is a lobster.  Even the largest specimens of such fall far short.  In this case, I don’t think the name raclette would like to be sullied by such ineptitude in preparation and service.

Five Cheese Macaroni, Montgomery’s Ogleshield, Quicke’s Cheddar, Lincolnshire Poacher, Brue Valley Mozzarella & Cornish Kern.  However, the previous can be bettered, i.e. demonstrated that worse crimes can be committed.  This five cheese dish promised flavour, nuance in taste and varying texture.  Instead, it was like a congealed blob of reconstituted milk.

Now, I’m used to people not taking a liking to me.  According to my friends, it goes with the territory given my sometimes sharp tongue.  However, although I have been at times scolded by waiters, burned by them or otherwise told to leave the premises, at least it is clear where I stand in their eyes.  Mysterious hand gestures leave too much ambiguity with me.  Although, perhaps that fits as it is a reflection of the food too.

  A quiet eating 4/10.

Dinner (2 courses) was GBP 25 excluding drinks and rather bad service.

  Cheese Bar

Unit 93-94 Camden Stables, Camden Town, London NW1 8AH

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The Reaches of Psyche

…

It’s hard to describe all the things I saw over the last few cycles of us trying to bring Amanda and her Tasque out of the asylum, but it’s my duty to keep my friends informed, so I’ll try my best.

Let me set the stage: grimy, half-destroyed hallways and rooms repeating in fractals inward, outward, inside out, outside in … and everything just had this horrible stench. Rotting blood, mildewed carpets, desiccated remains … but the smell was nothing compared to the sounds that rang through the halls in an almost constant drone. The screams of those within the offices. All around the asylum were these, well, doctors and nurses I guess. But nothing about these things implied any sort of caring nature and the willingness to help others. No, these skinless beings with features just long enough to be uncanny only sought to perform vile experiments on the poor souls trapped within the walls. They were not initially hostile to us, at least not at first, simply giggling darkly whenever we would pass by. But this would change later on.

The more rooms we explored, the more experiments we oversaw, the more the patients screamed at us to do something, they became more and more aggressive. We witnessed a pair of werewires being painfully soldered together and bent into some unholy effigy. I pray their torment was over swiftly, but given how precise all of the staff members were here, I don’t think they had such luck. We also overheard another group of patients in a locked room being forcefully reprogrammed via a series of tapes. When the music would swell, we heard the horrible noises of them ripping each other apart before the chorus would reach an end and they would scream at the sight of each other. I could swear I heard one of the doctors humming that tune gleefully while that was happening …

Worst of all was what happened to Amanda. By this point, from what Swatch, Spamton, and I saw, none of us were discussing things anymore on our walks down the halls. Additionally, the staff members were now actively trying to get at us, trying to subtly poke us with sinister looking syringes, or simply attacking us on sight with rusty surgery equipment. None of them were particularly dangerous, at least not alone, but they weren’t supposed to be fighters in the first place. Anyway, after what was probably hours of searching, we came across the room where Amanda was being experimented on. When we went inside, there was no gruesome sight per se, rather just a horrible grim situation. Amanda was strapped to a table, her eyes stitched open as a sort of modified projector beamed a repeating scene directly into her eyes. When we had gone over to the nearby console to turn the device off, we unfortunately had to witness what footage they were showing her.

Amanda was experiencing the psychological torment of watching the creation process of every single Vessel Unit we’ve ever created in the CIFT. Lightners, both monsters and humans of all walks of life systematically ripped apart and their souls placed into biological stasis capsules, where they would remain until The Founder was overthrown. After she had witnessed this assembly line of torment for multiple cycles, she was broken. She didn’t even acknowledge the presence of any of us until we had turned the machine off, and even then her words were a rambling mess. She kept mumbling, “Brothers and sisters, all of them.” “I damned them. We damned them.” “What have I done? What have I allowed to be done?” In a way, I feel for her. But unlike her, I don’t have that same empathetic connection to the Lightners we had brought this fate upon. She, being a human, would not have that level of disconnection the rest of us used as a protective defense mechanism.

Her Tasque Rodney had been simply locked in a cage in the corner of the room, and it was clear he was stuck in a loop of starving to death and appearing back in the cage upon the start of a new cycle. With the help of Spamton using the NEO-MK2 suit, we managed to break it open, and the presence of her feline friend did certainly help calm Amanda’s nerves even a little bit. Unfortunately, removing Amanda from her torment was akin to triggering an alarm. Staff members were flooding into the room now, and we had to push our way out. We made a mad dash back through the rancid halls, the walls seeming to spin and spiral the further we would go. It’s as if the building itself was trying to eat us alive, its architecture bending into shapes unfit for travel. Luckily, for every bottomless pit, Spamton was able to just throw us over.

Our path back to the exit was basically just random searching, as at this point the building had shifted so much it was impossible to tell up from down, much less left from right. As we were running and fighting, the droning screams had sort of faded into the background as the torrential noise of the staff members singing in unison filled our ears like an invasive swarm.

🎵 “Why do you run, dear friend?”

“Why do you fumble through the daaark?”

“Why do you hide away when there’s no safe place to stay?”

“Why does fear brew in your heeaaart?” 🎶

By the blade, I never want to hear that rancid melody ever again. That aside, it felt like we were doomed to just keep getting lost again and again. Then … something changed. We turned a corner to head down another hallway, when the area in front of us suddenly changed. Everything was far more open now, and a dense fog filled the path ahead. Deep in the distance was a bright light that called us forward. Nothing in The Simulacrum should be taken as a good thing, but in this moment of pure desperation, I led us towards the light. I didn’t care, I just wanted to get out of this awful place.

We cut through the fog, and with only a few more minutes of running, we found an open door which gave us a glimpse of the outside. We were free … or rather out of the cage within a cage. The long walk back to the abandoned bank we had established as a home base previously was mostly us just trying to console Amanda, as she was still crying over what she endured. It might take a few cycles for her to get back to thinking straight, but until then, we needed only to find the location of Marcus. He was the last of the Administrators we knew of inside The Simulacrum, and it seemed to us like A.B.Y.S.S was personally trying to keep us away from each other.

No matter what he throws at us, he made the mistake of giving us an infinite amount of tries to get it done. It feels odd to find comfort in the painful existence of repeated death in this way, but nothing here is regular anyways …

Note to self: Record information on Haedopelagic Homonculi for a future log. These void doctors, while weaker than most void entities we’ve come across so far, possess a level of awareness and knowledge that seems to be a rarity in the void.

-Everest

[fraterxabat]

Zachary

[northernnlightss]

Dylan aged up to a teenager 🎂

Grandma Alyssa taking care of little baby Shawn🫶🏼

[wildwren]

twirling my hair kicking my heels writing a character who’s just like tom fr except she’s a beautiful lesbian and she actually is a rake and she’s in love with his wife and she HATES him

[skepticalarrie]

Hi. I wanted to ask do you have any timeline of Harry's House songwriting process? I mean when was each song written? Before or after DWD?

Hi, anon! Yes... I believed I've reblogged a few posts about that before under the HSH timeline tag, but I tried to dig a little further this time and put it in a way that is easier to visualize the full timeline.

Most of it is based on where the songs were recorded in parallel with when we know Harry was in that specific location. However, when the song was recorded is not necessarily when it was first written. So the timeline is a bit messy towards the end of it, it's not clear exactly when Harry wrote the ones he recorded in 2021. Satellite, LOML and AIW were respectively recorded in Nashville and Maine (and Harry was apparently only there during LOT in late September/ Early October 2021). My guess is that he wrote all of these before starting to tour - as he mentions he wrote AIW in the countryside in England, so probably around the same time he was filming MP and recorded Cinema. And there's also LOML that was written in Rob Stringer's house, which I don't think we know where is located... I've seen speculations that the mentioned house is the one listed as Highmoor Farm, in Maine. But I'm not sure how accurate that is because, again, he was only there for a really short period of time and on tour, I don't think he was still writing songs during that time. He mentions he was wrapping up the album before the tour:

“I was just wrapping up the album just before the tour started and when I went into the rehearsals for the tour I started playing the old songs I was kinda like .. wait, what?” Hits Radio UK, April 2022

But based on that, I think it's pretty safe to say only 4 songs (maybe less) of the album - Satellite, Cinema, LOML and AIW - were written after DWD. So if your question is regarding Holivia.. yes, 70% was written AND recorded when Harry didn't even know her. They started filming DWD in Oct/Nov 2020 and their "relationship" first became public in January 2021. I hope that helps and I apologize if there are any mistakes on the timeline, I tried my best.

[bigdreamsandwildthings]

Review: House of Roots and Ruin (Erin A. Craig)

Rating: ★★★★★/5

“I was crying for all the things I’d thought I’d understood but didn’t. Crying for all I’d hoped for that wouldn’t be. A cold, cruel light had been cast upon Chauntilalie’s beautiful façade. It was not a happy, perfect family I would wed into. It was a family with pasts even darker than my own. There was horror within those gilded walls.”

This was SPOOKY, and so much fun to return to Erin’s Salt and Sorrows world. This book was better than the first, for so many reasons, and wow does Erin know how to write the hell out of an atmospheric manor with dark secrets and a sordid past.

Verity Thaumas has lived her whole life at Highmoor, where so many of her sisters died and where her eldest sister, Camille, now resides. She knows she wants more out of her life, so when the opportunity arises to travel to Bloem to paint the future duke of Chauntilalie, she jumps - without her sister's express permission. What she finds at the manor is beyond her wildest imaginings, but she can't escape the ghosts that haunt her, even far from the walls of Highmoor.

I really enjoyed House of Salt and Sorrows, but I felt like it was a light fantasy, where the world outside the walls of Highmoor remained mysterious. In this sequel, we get much more of that world, and I am so intrigued at the gods that Erin has placed in it, how they function and why; there is none of the info-dumping that would spell that out, but the details we do get, how they fit into Chauntilalie and its world, are enough to flesh out the world more and leave me ultimately satisfied with it.

This read like a period romance, and I absolutely loved that aspect of things as well. Verity is thrust into this new world, with this handsome, charming new duke-to-be suddenly presented to her in a way that leaves her wanting in ways she's never known before. The romance is done so well, without any kind of insta-love or cringey scenes. For a YA, the romance is just a *tad* spicy, and equally SO well-written and realistic.

I really loved Verity, and the cast of characters at Chauntilalie is also intriguing from the start. Everyone is just a little bit shady, and Verity's ability to see ghosts throws everything into question. Who's real, who's not, what's happening - it's just a Gothic wonderland of doubt and darkness, and the characters fit that world so perfectly.

When shit hits the fan, it REALLY hits, and BOY, that ending left me clutching the book and grinning like a fool. It definitely won't be for everyone, but the unsettling atmosphere really permeates this story all the way to the very last page.

[brightbeautifulthings]

House of Roots and Ruin by Erin A. Craig

"This house has always felt full of ghosts to me--not of spirits in white sheets and chains, nothing as cliched as all that--but of memories snatched away. Memories I'll never be able to claim as mine."

Year Read: 2024

Rating: 3/5

Flash Book Review: Atmosphere & Insta-Love

About: Verity is the youngest of the Thaumas sisters. After tragedy took so much of their family, her oldest sister, Camille, has kept her close at the Highmoor estate, but Verity longs for her own life to start. When she receives an invitation from the Duchess of Bloem to paint a portrait of her son, Alexander, Verity flees Highmoor without permission, afraid to see her life pass her by. She's instantly charmed by the beauty of Bloem and its kind future duke, but there are dark secrets beneath the surface of Chauntilalie estate. I received a free e-ARC through NetGalley from the publishers at Random House/Delacorte Press. Trigger warnings: character death (on page), child/parent death, poisoning, fire, violence, severe injury, ableism (countered).

Thoughts: This has a lot in common with House of Salt and Sorrows, as in, it's still recognizably Craig, an atmospheric mix of horror, fantasy, and mystery, with a strong dose of flawless romantic love interests. I think the difference for me came down in the kind of atmosphere. Whereas the first book had spooky ghosts and an ocean aesthetic, this one has lush gardens, plants, and mad science. I'm a ghost girl, not a flower girl, so it's fairly easy to see why I didn't really vibe with this, but that's going to vary from reader to reader. After the initial chilling twist (which, having now read the description, I realize is not actually a twist), most of the ghosts turn out to be helpful rather than spooky.

The plot is a little slow-moving, and there are points where it seems like we're floundering around in the same clues, all of which lead to a pretty obvious conclusion. I do enjoy Craig's flowery (in this case literally) descriptions and the rich cultural fantasy worlds she creates without ever bogging us down in world-building details. I don't find the People of the Petals as interesting as the People of the Salt, but again, that's just a personal preference. Verity is a more naive heroine than Annaleigh, but they're both ruled by their kindness. (In fact, I'm finding it a little difficult to tell Craig's leading ladies apart, if we're also including Small Favors.)

What really threatened the book for me is the romance. While I sometimes enjoy romance as a genre, I tend to not like it as well in my fantasy, and there's just so much of it here. The two leads have an instant connection that's very deep as well as sappy (I'm sorry, don't mind my aro heart), and Verity's instant devotion makes me want to shake her. Girl, you just met him five minutes ago, and you've barely even spoken to another man before this. While I appreciate a disabled love interest (Alex uses a wheelchair after a childhood accident left him paralyzed from the waist down), we're practically beaten over the head with his goodness. Let the man have a flaw. The ending seems to be going for shock value more than logic, and while I didn't love it, I'm interested to see how the consequences play out in the third book.

[elliepassmore]

House of Roots and Ruin review

5/5 stars Recommended if you like: fantasy horror, plants, magic, fairytales, mystery

House of Salt and Sorrows review here

Big thanks to Delacorte, Netgalley, and the author for an ARC in exchange for an honest review! I absolutely loved this! There's a lush setting, ghosts, murder and mysteries, and plants plants plants! The setting is atmospheric in a very different way than Highmoor was. Where Highmoor had the drafty manor and moody sea vibe going, Chauntilalie has plants galore and twisting rooms and gardens. I really loved the descriptions of the estate and surrounding land. It was so beautiful but kept so many secrets and horrors. I also loved the obsession with plants, experiments, and genetics. It was perfectly creepy in a completely different way. There was so much focus on perfection in Bloem, and within Chauntilalie itself, and even botanical experiments took on a sinister tone. One thing I will say is that this book is much, much less scary than HoSaS. I didn't actually mind the horror aspect from the previous book even though I tend to be easily freaked out by that stuff. At the same time, this book has a different take on creepiness/suspense that I think works well for this book. The perpetrator is different, the motive is different, the setting, the targets, and I think the focus on switchbacks and suspense works very well for this book. Verity starts the story feeling restricted by her life in Highmoor. All of her sisters aside from Camille have left the estate and are living their own lives and Verity is well past ready for her turn. Despite having spent most of her life either with Annaleigh at Hesperus or with Camille at Highmoor, Verity is extremely compassionate and eager to help other people. She also has the ability to see beauty where other people might not. Verity's compassion is part of what jumpstarts things, though there are already undercurrents of things being not quite right. I really liked Verity's journey in this book as she tries to figure out who she is and how she wants to live her life going forward. Alex surprised me. I thought he was going to be one of the problems at Chauntilalie but he turned out to be a fantastic friend (and more) to Verity. He has slightly different views of what constitutes beauty than most of Bloem, including his parents. He also seems to have the same compassion as Verity. I really like Alex's character and how gentle and sweet he is. Their love is both insta-lovey and not. Alex and Verity begin flirting almost immediately and quickly begin courting. While it happens quickly, I appreciate how Verity takes time to figure out what she wants and make the distinction between lust vs love. Camille is the only sister from HoSaS that's in this book, though all the living sisters (and the dead ones, actually) are mentioned. So we get updates on Annaleigh! Camille comes across as quite strict and inflexible at first, but her concern and love for Verity is real. There are a handful of other side characters who play various roles as well. Dauphine and Gerard are Alex's parents and are immediately welcoming to Verity. Marguerite is Alex's grandmother and is not welcoming to Verity...ever. Other characters are a bit spoilery, but there's multiple layers to each that slowly get revealed over time. Also, that ending...we're going to get more from the Sisters of the Salt, right?! I absolutely need to see another book with the Thaumas family in it, preferably one that centers Verity again or Annaleigh (or both), but I would also love to see something with Mercy, Honor, or Lenore. I feel like each of those three has a really good setup for a future book, and Lenore feels like a bit of a mystery in and of herself.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb: A modern masterpiece, this is a classic Gothic thriller-fantasy from New York Times bestselling author Erin A. Craig, about doomed love, menacing ambition, and the ghosts that haunt us forever. In a manor by the sea, one sister is still cursed.

Despite dreams of adventures far beyond the Salann shores, seventeen-year-old Verity Thaumas has remained at her family’s estate, Highmoor, with her older sister Camille, while their sisters have scattered across Arcannia.

When their sister Mercy sends word that the Duchess of Bloem—wife of a celebrated botanist—is interested in having Verity paint a portrait of her son, Alexander, Verity jumps at the chance, but Camille won’t allow it. Forced to reveal the secret she’s kept for years, Camille tells Verity the truth one day: Verity is still seeing ghosts, she just doesn’t know it.

Stunned, Verity flees Highmoor that night and—with nowhere else to turn—makes her way to Bloem. At first, she is captivated by the lush, luxurious landscape and is quickly drawn to charming, witty, and impossibly handsome Alexander Laurent. And soon, to her surprise, a romance . . . blossoms.

But it’s not long before Verity is plagued with nightmares, and the darker side of Bloem begins to show through its sickly-sweet façade. . . .

Review:

A gothic mystery set in a mysterious beautiful manor filled with stunning plants and a family with a dark secret. Verity is an artist who is commissioned to paint the portrait of the Duchess of Bloem's son, Alexander. She has been living with her sister in their family estate for years and yearns to finally explore the world and go on an adventure, this would be the chance for her to finally escape. Verity Thaumas comes from a family that is said to be cursed, her parents died, six of her sisters have died, but now the rest of her sisters are happily living their lives except for Verity who yearns to explore. When her sister Mercy sends her a letter telling her that a Duchess is interested in hiring her to paint her son's portrait for his 20th birthday, Verity immediately accepts. Then she discovers that her sister Camille is adamantly against it because of the secret she has been keeping form Verity, the fact that Verity can see and communicate with ghosts. That doesn't stop Verity from going though and soon she fins herself in the gorgeous and luxurious Bloem estate beginning a romance with the handsome and kind Alexander Laurent. Yet strange things are happening and she keeps getting warnings from ghosts that she should escape because there is a monster here and that something much darker is going on with this family. Can she figure out the secret lurking beneath this sickly sweet facade of a family? Unfortunately for me this book was a big let down, it fell flat so many times and I honestly was fed up with Verity for a majority of the book and the romance didn't work at all. This was advertised as a gothic horror with romance and honestly it was just meh. Verity see's so many things wrong and see's so many red flags but purposely chooses and knowingly chooses to ignore them. The romance was so bad, it was insta love, except the entire time Verity was just gas lighting herself into thinking she was in love with Alex despite the amount of time she notes she doesn't really feel like she's in love and doesn't really feel all that much about Alex except that they have a nice time together. Then there was the weird love triangle introduced and ugh, seriously what even was this book. I didn't read the first book but had no trouble following along with this one. Overall, this one was a miss from me, I love gothic romances and mysteries but this one just missed the mark a bit. However, if you do enjoy gothic mysteries with twisted families then give this one a go maybe you'll have a better time with it than I did.

*SPOIER: that Gerard Bloem, the father, had been sleeping with women to get children from them for his experiments and then killing the women. He had two other sons that were the triplet to Alex, but he deemed them both not good enough and then they came back to the mansion to get their inheritance but killed Gerard instead and tried to kill Alex. They both die and now Alex and Verity decide to continue their relationship the end of the book shows that one of the brothers is still alive*

*Thanks Netgalley and Random House Children's, Delacorte Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[theroyalsims]

BRINDLETON SENTINEL PUBLISHES PHOTOS OF “OPENLY GAY PRINCE NICKY”; DRAWS IRE FROM SEVERAL GROUPS 

A series of photographs of Prince Nicky was published by The Brindleton Sentinel, reportedly showing The Queen’s youngest son out on an “intimate” date with his best friend and rumoured lover, Benedict Highmoore.

The photos were captioned: “Openly Gay Prince Nicky goes on an intimate date with long-time boyfriend, Benedict Highmoore.” The accompanying article goes on to “report” that His Royal Highness “...is the first openly gay member of the Royal Family,” and that he and Highmoore .. “have been a couple for over two years now.”

If “The Brindleton Sentinel” (TBS) rings a bell, it’s probably because they’ve had a bit of a colourful past with the Royal Family. It was TBS who published the now-infamous “exposé” about Clive being bribed by The Crown Princess and The Queen. The article led to a royal lawsuit which resulted in a hefty settlement (at TBS’s expense), as well as the issuance of a public apology by the notorious publication.

The photographs were reportedly taken in one of the Prince’s favourite pubs near his old uni. It was said to have been captured over the weekend when His Royal Highness was back in town.

(Above: The  series of photos show His Royal Highness laughing and chatting with Benedict in a pub. The two seem to be enjoying an animated conversation, over a round of beer and crisps.)

This is not the first instance that the two have been spotted. The pair have been best friends since high school, and went on to attend the same university. They are also both gifted snow sports athletes and are currently training in Arendahl for the upcoming World Sports Festival. 

The publication, however, has drawn the ire of many organisations, including The Brindleton Gender Awareness and Tolerance Society (BGATS). The Group decried the “exposé” for reportedly outing the Prince. BGATS posted its support for His Royal Highness in a statement published via their official website:

“The Brindleton Sentinel’s disgusting and disrespectful behaviour continues. By publishing their latest article, they outed Prince Nicholas, which is a blatant invasion of his privacy. It is deplorable, and it robbed His Royal Highness of his right to come out on his own terms, in his own time, needlessly exposing him to danger, judgment, and prejudice. 

Outing someone is never okay. It is an abusive, selfish, and repulsive act. One’s gender and sexual orientation is a private matter, and no one should be stripped of their right to live and control their own lives.”

When will TBS ever learn? We think another royal lawsuit is just around the corner.

[wellthatwasaletdown]

Y'all act like technology doesn't exist and that people can't multitaask.

https://at.tumblr.com/wellthatwasaletdown/jeremy-hatcher-was-the-engineer-for-harrys-house/ynzvwmr7nddv

Yes, you can multitask but you can’t physically go to the UK, to the US, back and forth within a week’s time during a pandemic in the spring of 2021 before vaccines were available. If Jeremy and Kid were in NYC in May/June 2021, then they weren’t in the UK, right?

Didn’t Harry continue to film in the UK and Italy until June? When would he have the time between going on long walks with Olivia on the weekend? He was in Italy for practically the whole month of July so again when? April? But Jeremy went back home to LA with his gf and hiked the Sequoia National Forest?

Both Kid Harpoon and Jeremy Hatcher were in the UK from September 2020 to March 2021, spending a long time at Real World Studios with Maggie Roger starting in October. Nothing is stopping them from working on Harry’s album at this time without his presence after September 20, 2020.

But I am specifically reiterating the story about As It Was, recorded in a house in the UK countryside.

Mitch and Kid Harpoon are credited with drums on the record.

Mitch was never in the UK in 2021, so if the song was written then, he wasn’t present.

So anything credited with Highmoor Farm was recorded in 2020 prior to September 20, 2020 if Harry was actually present.

I literally just hung up a Teams call with people in NY, TX, FL, VA, and CA.

I didn't realize Harry's entire team time traveled back to 1957 when he was working on Harry's House.

[accidentalharrie]

Oh what did Harry say about Rob Stringer?

This is not an exact quote but that it's very typical to hate the head of your label but that is not the case with Harry...and then he says that the friend's living room that he turned into a studio spring/summer 2021 was Rob's house.

ETA: my best guess is that it's credited as Highmoor Farm in the liner notes.

[fraterxabat]

Working on sprites

[northernnlightss]

Welcome to the family: Shawn 🍼

Nathan and Juliet welcomes their first child, Shawn!🧸 It was prom night and the young couple was ready to leave the house in none other than a limousine! However their prom night was cut short because Juliet’a water broke right before they went into the school! Certainly a day they won’t forget!😆