Helvíti, the things we find.

I have to thank Kita's Jersey contact for this.

Calescotia: Not, in fact one of the famous tax haven islands – it's not part of the Caymans or the Channels – but an island all the same, if you can get yourself invited to the place the first time and not screw up, it tends to be easier to return. If you are inclined toward diplomatic positions and lots of learning and very strange vacations, Calescotia may be the place for you. Their culture is strange, and while they may seem backward for never wanting to step out of the Victorian era (which makes a trip to Calescotia just like really traveling through time) they are a very capable and skilled people of their own right. There is nothing wrong with their brains. They're just a little quiet and very reserved. Settled in the old Nordic days, Calescotia's history hasn't changed much since.

Population: 18,000. Capital: Anelheim. Principal industries: Antiques. Access: By invitation only, Calescotia is reachable by boat from Denmark. Recomended season for meetings: May - September. Current leader: Adrian Pree.

Note: Once accepted into the trust of this private nation, you may be expected to visit often and never quite escape coming back. It is a very serious contract, being involved in the economic affairs of Calescotia.

Note 2: Not a suitable tax haven for those who rely on technology.
Note 3: Or mobile phones.
Note 4: Or people who hate history.

– from The Guide to Comfortable Tax Planning

Sadly, the Guide to Comfortable Tax Planning (which contains advice on tax havens worldwide, as well as intimate details on how to stick around there, where to go, what to eat and how to handle government and such other things as what not to do) is not a published book, but something meant for members of the UK's Tax Bar.

So I am unaware of what else they have said. Andunë took a risk giving me the clipping.

And there was a storm.

It is believed by some I know that I ought to actually write in this thing, and so I am, as opposed to using it simply to have in case I ever do need it.

So this is how it was – I was out on my boat, when the troubles hit. I am unaware of from whence they came, but eventually did turn around to help to see to the princess before turning around to attempt another return to London in the morrow.

Which now I have done, and I am not dead, and all seems to be well in Anelheim, for the most part, even Hesione.

('Seems to' and 'is,' however, are often different.)