Author Archives: kc dyer

Okay, this is a little bit distant as yet, but something fun to look forward to, for sure. This fall, Culture Days will roll out September 27-29. It’s a nation-wide chance to celebrate all things Canadian, and I’m taking on the role of North Shore Ninja Writer, stealthily appearing where you least expect it atContinue reading “Culture Ninja…”

Home now, but somehow I’m not really willing to let the past month go. Here’s a fond farewell to the fair skies of Edinburgh, which put on a show to bid me adieu… An Edinburgh street near the castle. The sun setting over Arthur’s Seat. Someone else flying away from golden Edinburgh. I would followContinue reading “A fond farewell to sweet Scotland…”

Spent my first day in Belfast not in Belfast at all, but back on a train heading north. I wanted a peek at the Giant’s Causeway, as it plays a role [at least in the backstory] of one of my books. Seems I caught the best day of the year for it, or Finn McCoolContinue reading “Belfast and Points North…”

Hopped a train from Dublin to Derry — aka Londonderry, though not really to the locals. Fascinating place — I simply loved it. My [work] goal for this trip has been to scout out some of the locations in the series I am working on right now, especially those places that I have never seen.Continue reading “Dramatic Derry”

A long train journey across the body of Wales and a hop across water brought me to Anglesey; the northwestern corner of Wales and island home to Holyhead. This very cool little port town was the spot where I leapt on a mega-ferry to speed-cross the Irish Sea and make my way into Dublin. TheContinue reading “Returning to the Green…”

my dear old Swansea… Well, yeah, that was pretty terrible. I am getting behind here, due to jam-packed travel and sometimes spotty internet. So — today, a look at Swansea before I take a paddle across the Irish Sea. I was expecting a small seaside town, I have to say, but instead found a lovelyContinue reading “How I love yeh, how I love yeh…”

Ah, Cardiff! A great city, filled with culture enough to melt yer eyeballs, if you let it. Home to The Doctor, Torchwood, birthplace of Roald Dahl, site of the mammoth Millennium Stadium, Cardiff Castle and so much more. I spent several days here, walking my feet down to the bare clinking bones, exploring. [Not actuallyContinue reading “The Doctah, the Writah and the travellah…”

In the current book I am working on, a pivotal battle takes place under ground. In fact, going under the earth was one of my principle reasons for coming to Wales. This part of the world is riddled with limestone caves, but the place I am looking for is deep inside a mine. A mineContinue reading “Under the ground…”

Yesterday, I slipped out of the Welsh countryside for some border-raiding, and found myself in a very magical part of Gloucestershire. I was not out to steal cattle or rustle sheep, but to creep into a tiny section of a protected forest — the Forest of Dean. From away, it looks little more than aContinue reading “Puzzled in the Woods…”

Well, thanks. And you? I’m in Wales, walking like a crazy person, trying to fit as much of this countryside into my brain as I can. Atmosphere a’plenty here, I promise you.   Yesterday, my girl and I took what ended up being about a 25km walk through the woods and environs here around Monmouth.Continue reading “S’mae…?”