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The Thrilling Tales of a Remarkable Young Lady

Kate had just come into society, not yet sixteen, the daughter of an earl, when she unknowingly became a courier for the British Secret Service. Then, through circumstances and desire, their first Lady clandestine operative, carrying out tasks from 1849 to 1855.

Discover a little about those missions of high adventure. Join Kate as she uses her intellect, charm, and aplomb, and her brother's fantastic inventions, to work her way through each desperate situation.

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Kate Tattersall Adventures in India, late Autumn 1849

In which the Adventuress, flushed with her early success, takes on a much more perilous tasking that would have been far beyond most ladies, or men, of her day.

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Kate Tattersall Adventures in Ireland, Spring and Summer 1850

In which the Adventuress adopts a new disguise, experiences failure, and out of necessity acts most unladylike.

Content Advisory

Similar to the sensational Penny Dreadfuls of the Victorian era, these adventures contain mature themes and violence. We recommend them as suitable for young adults, and adults of all ages who are young at heart.

 



 

Young Lady Katelyn Elizabeth, Adventures & Tribulations 1847

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Below you will find links to the chapters covering a year in Kate’s life, from her thirteenth birthday to Christmas celebrations. These were originally posted as blog articles but have been converted to pages. Unfortunately, the pages cannot be commented on, and the encouraging notes that existed previously are archived. I thank those who took the time to share their feelings. You may comment at the bottom of this post. The first photo appears in Chapter 3, with artwork beginning in Chapter 5.

Chapter 1, A Young Lady’s 13th Birthday, Quantock Hall, Somersetshire, 11 January 1847.

Chapter 2, The Society Tutor, Somersetshire, late January 1847.

Chapter 3, Jack and Phoebe Arrive, Somersetshire, 2 March 1847.

Chapter 4,…

Christmas With the Primroses

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Ulverston, late December 1847

“We must be almost there?” Kate ventured to no one in particular.

Lord Beaufort shook himself out of a slumber and peered around. Kate smiled at her father, happy to see him awake.

“Ulverston cannot be much farther?” she asked.

“What time is it?” the earl asked, as he unfolded his coat and drew a gold timepiece. Turning it towards the window he nodded. “We should be coming to the town any moment.”

“Good.”

Kate leaned forward and looked out a window at the snow shrouded hills. Only the door windows of their grand coach were uncovered, the heavy glass creating somewhat of a distorted view. All the other windows were insulated by blinds and curtains to keep out…

The Gypsy Camp

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Quantock Hills, early December 1847

Applying some more tiny dabs of green, Kate sat back and tried to determine what else she could do to make her watercolour come to life. She liked sketching, but the joy of painting eluded her, unless it entailed adding small highlights to a drawing. This activity had been unexpected, due to Mrs. Crozier suffering a headache, so science and language lessons were put off for a day. Miss Nestor slumped by the fire, dozing, with her mouth hanging open. Outside the afternoon was cold, crisp, clear and windy.

Kate set down the paintbrush, tiptoed to her dressing room, and didn’t bother ringing for her maid. She changed into a…

Post Hunt Reception

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Crowcombe Court, late November 1847

The hunt party pressed north-west, arriving at the Drove Road, the ancient stone-walled and beech-lined trading route running along the Quantock Hills from the Bristol Channel to the rich farmland of the south. They followed the beaten dirt lane to the Crowcombe Road and descended into the valley, walking their horses. After passing through a portion of the Carew’s private forest, the group split, with the master, huntsman, and whipper-ins guiding the hounds to the kennel, while the hunters returned to the stable square. Robert Carew cheerily aided Kate and Lady Carew in dismounting. Grooms took their whips and tended to the horses. They strolled towards the back of the manor with much…