Government and Science Departments

GOVERNMENT DIVISIONS
Finance and Environment
Responsible for the regulation of barter, bean-counting, and the local ecology. This division tracks nettle yield, mushroom inflation, and moonlight tax-though few pay it. Maintains the communal compost pile and once fined a heron for overfishing.

GOVERNMENT DIVISIONS
Health and Justice
Healers, midwives, and the Keeper of Bandages share this office with the village mediator and the Council of Fair Disputes. Remedies may include elderflower syrup, community service, or reciting one-grievance under the full moon.

GOVERNMENT DIVISIONS
Tourism and Education
Organises guided walks that never go the same way twice and maintains the Memory Trail plaques (some of which are intentionally wrong). Oversees Orla’s unofficial lessons and sponsors guest lectures from passing clouds.

SCIENCE DIVISIONS
Energy and Investigations
Studies the invisible stuff: currents, intuition sparks, leftover thunder. Also responsible for unexplained phenomena-cracks in time, humming stones, and cows that vanish then return wiser. The lab runs mostly on guesswork and borrowed lanterns.

Biology and Geoscience
SCIENCE DIVISIONS
Keeps records of village flora, fauna, fungi, and fossil stories. Recently discovered a lichen that recites poetry at dawn. Staffed by one expert and three enthusiastic hedgehogs. Official motto: “Observe gently, name nothing too quickly."

Transport and Movement

Whim Whar is the village’s ferry landing, where departures are dictated less by schedule and more by mood. Wind, whim, and moonlight govern the tide charts here. Travellers may board for errands or epiphanies, with vessels ranging from rowboats to reed-hulled dreams.

The Magpie Report: Before any journey, one must pass through the Purrport. Its staff do not speak, but they see everything. They sniff your intentions, stamp your dreams, and curl atop your documents until they decide you're ready. Many a trip has been delayed by a nap-and many a secret route revealed with a single purr.

Foster connection in the silences and stir magic in the ordinary. Let every faltering letter find its way, every song return home, and every whisper write itself in the wind.

The Wishing Line marks a place of pause and potential-where villagers tie tokens, whisper desires, or leave offerings to time. No wish is guaranteed, but all are received. Overseen by no one in particular, the Line shifts gently with the wind, collecting hopes that may one day be answered.

Metaphysics and Insighs

Beneath fronds of tide-tangled kelp, the Oracle listens. Her voice rises through salt and silence, speaking in patterns of drift and moon-led current. Those who kneel at the strand seek not answers but direction-read in sea-scored shells, kelp sigils, and the long breath of the water’s remembering.

Maerla’s Satryday Page is a weekly dispatch offering celestial insights, tidal notations, and symbolic interpretations drawn from the village’s metaphysical currents. Blending tradition with intuition, it serves as a guide for those seeking meaning in patterns of nature, dreams, and unseen forces.

Above the lough, the stars are not silent. The constellations speak in storylines-threaded across the sky like stitches in old cloth. Each night, constellations unfurl their tales: of wanderers, watchers, beasts and blessings. To read them is to remember what was promised, what was lost, and what still burns with becoming.

Culture and Tradition

Some say the walls of the Weaver’s Cottage are stitched, not built. Thread hums through the air, carrying stories half-spoken and songs that still remember who sang them. If you sit long enough, you may find your own tale has already been woven into the border of a blanket or the hem of a dream.

She sits on the wall, watching the trees breathe. Orla doesn’t speak much-but she sees. She writes with chewed pencils and keeps secrets in jam jars. Her corner is full of whispers, drawings, and things the wind told her when no one else was listening. You’ll find her notes tucked where the light bends.

The books don’t gather dust here-they gather news. In Maeve’s Café, the Library Nook leans into the corner like it’s listening. Pages curl at the edges, warm from hands and secrets. Sometimes you find your own handwriting in a book you’ve never read. Most think Maeve knows how. She says she doesn’t.

PORTVISION

Purpose:
To oversee the travel of ideas, the movement of messages, and the transit of curiosities across Under Lough Owel. We’re the invisible network humming between doorstep, sky, and heart.

Key Functions:
Dispatch Delivery
The magpies, Hobs and Fiddle, serve as official couriers. Whether carried on the breeze, tucked into a scroll, or perched on a windowsill, nothing reaches its destination quite like their feathers allow.

Message Monitoring
We glean secrets from humming notes, wandering tunes, and half-whispered wishes on the Wishing Line. Reports are filed at daybreak and dusk, each one a fold-out surprise.

Mail & Mobility
Every letter, lock, and longing moves through channels both seen and hidden, pier planks, weather-vanes, mirrored maps. We safeguard the passage of thought as much as it is of ink.

Forecast & Feedback
Weather, wind, and whimsy, forecasted, filed, and filtered through magpie wings into the village’s daily hum of expectation.

Vision Statement:
Foster connection in the silences and stir magic in the ordinary. Let every faltering letter find its way, every song return home, and every whisper write itself in the wind.

Hobs and Fiddle in Colomlado