Lanner Delta

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The village of Blyth, straddling the river, is a small agricultural community of roughly 1000 people.  Upstream along the Blyth (area 2 on the overview map above) lies the hamlet of St-Aegestha, along with its namesake church.

According to legend, one Good Friday many centuries ago, a group of bandits happened upon a fair maiden minding her flock of sheep.  Fearing for her virtue, Aegestha, for that was her name, fled from her lewd pursuers.  Alas, she stumbled and fell into the swiftly flowing river and drowned.  Shortly thereafter, shepherds and peasants began reporting visions of a golden woman who would guide them to lost sheep, or ease their gout.  It was only a matter of time before Aegestha was canonized, and locals built a lovely chapel in her honour.

Credit to haammergold for the BAT

[jacqulina 162]

very pretty update my friend

[fabsies55 5]

wow looks really good well done and keep it up nothing really to critic on.

[pierreluc 3]

Continuing our regional review, we come to the area located south of Blyth.  It contains three small settlements, for a total population barely exceeding 2000 sims.  On the overview map, you will notice the tiny hamlet of Ormond (area 1), built along Orms Creek, as well the two small villages of Carmyllie (area 2) and Cluffdale (area 3).  Enjoying the fertile land of the delta, as well as the traffic passing along Routes 43 (the North-South one) and 115 (the East-West one), these communities are poised to thrive over the coming generations.

Cluffdale, as its name suggests, lies in a shallow valley.  This picture of dusk over some farms, with the hills rising behind, was taken from the top of a grain elevator:

Despite their charms, these settlements are far from exciting, as can be seen from the excerpt from the diary on one Betsy Chapman, age 14, from Carmyllie (note that her entry was edited for spelling and the protection of the involved youth):

"I'm bored, real bored.  What can we do at 9 on a Saturday here?  Well, J***, S*** and I went to the convenience store at the gas station to get a slushy.  As it got dark, we climbed over the fence of the kiddie's school and sat on the old swings while we tried to see who could drink their slushy the fastest despite the ice headaches!  Like, radical fun!  Then, on a dare, S*** added one more bar of colour on the graffiti on the back of the tire and muffler store.  It seems pretty bold, but I won't kiss him despite our bet since we both know that Sgt. Vincent was nowhere near the police station at the time; we'd seen him drive off to Cluffdale to referee a pumpkin-growing contest just a little while before..."