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The pagan god, Mabon, had arrived, clothed in red, gold and orange, yellow, brown, green and gold.

His hair was blue grey, as was his beard.

The birds of Rhiannon piped him in and the crows cawed in high pitched, ear splitting style.

The garden residents crowded together, hoping ‘gainst hope that his visit denoted a mild and temperate autumnal introduction to winter.

Mabon cracked open a stilted smile, lifted his hands and inclined his head in acknowledgement.

The Witch invited him to partake of roasted chestnuts, maple leaf honey and Oak leaf wine and very strong coffee.

The Flower Faeries served him, the Elves, Imps and Pixies played their mandolins, violins, cymbals and tambourines in spritely manner - and quietly!

The Wizard set down upon his carpet and engaged the god in light conversation.

Mabon appeared well pleased with his brief stay.

Replete, he sat back to contemplate his surroundings, then rose and once again inclining his head, vanished....


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Mabon had been a comely youth of boundless energy and resolve;
had developed into a god of health, of vitality, of abundance, of the hunt?!

A Welsh god.

The Witch and the Wizard were curious, interested.

The Goblin and Gremlin unsure.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were anxious to know him.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were hesitant.

The Ogre did demonstrate a wee spark of the eye when he cast his eyes upon Mabon, but, as we all of us know, his
priorities were a gargantuan breakfast and sleep.

They felt a tinge of disappointment that the god had appeared reluctant to walk amongst them, exchanging a pleasantry or two.

However.

This episode was recorded in the Garden Book of Happenings and remembered forever and ever....


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The church clock struck 2 am, which jolted me into action.

I’d been working since the early morning with two or three breaks.

After an early supper, I’d lost sight of time passing and without noticing, I’d received an unexpected visitor.

The ancient Elf had come by from somewhere to here.

His appearance suggested that, for many a day, he’d neither washed, bathed nor showered or changed filthy clothes for clean.

From a pocket the ghost extracted a bunch of dry, wilted lavender which he held very pointedly under his nose.

The ancient Elf’s eyesight was too poor to perceive the ghost’s ill mannered manoeuvres.

He bowed, wished the ghost a polite, “Goodnight” and went to sleep upon the four poster bed....
 

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The Rabbit was chasing the Hare through the garden.

It was more usual to find them ignoring one another.

The Hare veered right to the wood and the Rabbit, distracted, hopped into the stream.

Bedraggled, uncomfortable, she slipped into her rabbit hole.

The Hare remained in the wood for the rest of the morning pottering about.

The Faeries of the woodlands and the resident Witches went about their businesses.

The wood was busy with their comings and goings.

I met the Hare as he sat munching a snack and let him know that I’d heard the Rabbit sneezing and coughing.

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There had been no visitors to the garden for some while.
Peculiar or not, they provided diversion.
But....

Shortly after the episode of the Hare and the Rabbit, a most curious creature arrived from nowhere.

We learned later that it was a variation on the theme of “mix and match.”

It resembled a cheetah, with longer legs and large clawed feet.
It’s face was wrinkled and snouty and, as it breathed, it rattled.
It’s hair was matted and knotted, it’s small tail curled tightly.

No communication took place between it and the residents.
The beast was too busy throwing its weight about and the residents wary, scared out of their wits.

For the term of its residence here, it lived in a tree in the wood.

The fearsome nature of the creature enabled it to do as it pleased, come and go as it wanted.

The Witch and the Wizard knew of no spell to use and the coven of Witches refused to drop by.

The Ghosts and Spectres phased it not. But.....
The Cook?

She issued forth from the kitchen one morning after breakfast and tossed the remains of the meal on the compost heap.

Amongst the trash were combustible napkins.
The devil creature consumed every last morsel of compost and the combustible napkins did for him.

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I went down to the kitchen the other night, to find the Elves, Imps and Pixies seated around the kitchen table.

To be fair, they were eating food especially prepared for them by the Cook.
Nevertheless,
they were eating with their fingers and conducting a “pillow/food fight” at the same time.

I shut the door smartly and glared fiercely at them.
“When you’ve finished, you stay here till the kitchen is spotless.”

They obeyed with reluctance.

The next day I climbed the stairs to my office/studio in the attic, to find my meticulously sorted papers littered across the floor and over the chair, under the desk, an ink pot had been emptied.

I sat down on a footstool and nearly wept.

Sometime later, feeling better, papers once more in order, I went into the garden to smoke a cigar and to speak to the Witch.

She smiled indulgently, pressed my hand and replied, “Have you forgotten what the Elves, Imps and Pixies are capable of getting up to?”

She continued,

“I can ask the Wizard to cast one of his spells, or alternatively,
“You withdraw those irritating little tricksters their right to reside in this garden.”

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The seagulls were conducting a doubtless, interesting conversation.

To my ears it sounded like gobbledygook.

I had left home in bright sunshine and now, behold, puddles and muddles and a cold, unsporting wind.

A steaming cup of caffe latte upon the table, a cheroot in my hand, I pretended that I wasn’t steadily becoming chilled to the bone.

The chair to my right scraped, the chair to my left squawked.

Two stranger Elves climbed on to the seats and grinned hugely.

“We have no dosh,” said one “and we want a cup of cocoa each.”

Determined expectation was writ large on their faces.

Delving in a pocket, I produced my left over change.

“I don’t suppose that at this coffee stall they will have your kind of drink,” I said.

“Try them, I was told.

Edging through the tables, frigidly unsteady, I asked for what they wanted and was taken by surprise.

Not only could they do so, but I was slipped a tiny bottle of Brandy.

By the time t’was time to make the long drive home, I felt right as rain and
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The Elves, Imps and Pixies were playing a rugby match.

Their tactics were dubious, their attacking nasty.

The onlookers put their hands over their eyes when the Elves and their opponents met in a scrum.

The Goblin and the Gremlin shared the job of rugby referee.

Neither wished to act solo, t’was too dangerous.

Both felt safer with a dependable support.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole remained on the sidelines, as linesmen.

The Flower Faeries flew just above the players to double check that personality clashes were punished with a sending off of both culprits.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat just got in the way, wandering across the rugby field without looking.

The Cook provided drinks and half time quick snacks and the Witch and the Wizard watched the game from atop the Oak.

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The seagulls were conducting a, doubtless, interesting conversation.
To my ears it sounded like gobbledygook.

I had left home in bright sunshine (but The Garden and the influence of its spells are never quite gotten shot of) and now, behold, puddles and muddles and a cold, cold, unsporting wind.

A steaming cup of caffe latte upon the table, a cheroot in my hand, I pretended that I wasn’t steadily
becoming chilled to the bone.

The chair to my right scraped, the chair to my left squawked.
Two stranger Elves climbed on to the seats and grinned from ear to ear.

“We have no dosh,” said one “and we want a cup of cocoa each.”
Determined expectation was writ across their faces.

Delving in a pocket, I produced the cash.
“I don’t suppose that at this coffee stall they will have your kind of drink,” I said.
“Try them, I was told.

Edging through the tables, frigidly unsteady, I asked for what they wanted and was taken by surprise.

Not only could they do so, but, I was slipped a tiny bottle of Brandy.

By the time t’was time to drive home, I felt right as rain and raring to go....


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My sister arrived, bringing with her, our tall, stringy nephew and his long term girlfriend.

His car was being MOT’d and she did not drive.

My sister was expecting to spend a week riding.

I’d had to find stable room for her headstrong mount;
difficult....
‘Cos our horses got along with each other - not!

The Housekeeper showed her to her own, particular bedroom and accompanied my nephew and girlfriend to our best bedroom suite.

That evening we played whist and dined in splendour....(I thought).
The next day dawned windy, grey and wet.

From then on in the weather, and temperature, deteriorated.
My sister’s mood sank ever lower.
My nephew’s mood smouldered.

The garden residents, always an irritant, a thorn in their side, were shouted at, shoved aside and treated with discourtesy - underlined.

We did manage short duration rides, but, for the most part we drove or donned wellies and walked.

My sister got on the wrong side of the Housekeeper, the Cook, the Head Gardener, the garden residents and, bless her shallow heart, the dogs....?!

Two plus two maketh four, we are told when we’re young.
My sister plus herself maketh “tear your hair out.”


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The market was teeming with shoppers, as was the town.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole pushed, shoved and elbowed their way through the throng, with a marked disregard for politesse.

Their destination was the pub, where the Goblin and Gremlin awaited them.

Upon achieving their aim, they pushed open the door.

Clouds of cigarette, and pipe smoke assailed their nostrils and the Juke Box blared Fantastical Rock music straight through them.
Their ears drooped.

They would find the Goblin and the Gremlin outside, the Barman told them.

At the far end of the garden, the music was blissfully muted and, apart from wasps and bumblebees, the friends were on their own.

The luncheon was delicious, the drinks and liqueurs equally so.
Coffee was drunk, cheroots were lit.
They sat back and relaxed.

The sounding of a gong awoke them.
T’was closing time;
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The castle in which the Queen of the woodlands resided had been smitten with an outbreak of servant rebellion.

Her Lord Chamberlain was seen, bowling fast along country lanes driving his, luxurious, black and gold painted, Phaeton.

In his expressive face, one could read the progress of the strike like a book.

The Queen visited the garden late one evening to, speak with the Witch and the Wizard.

She sat on a chair, shook out her robes and pinned their ears back for 2 - 3 hours.

The skies darkened and it came on to rain.

The Queen marched them inside, ensconcing herself upon a sofa and talked until she was puffed.
T’was exceedingly late....

The following day, the Witch rose late. And -

her fire wouldn’t take, her magick potion was a disaster and the Flower Faeries had, perforce, to add their spell making abilities to her’s.

The Unicorn, meanwhile, grazed peacefully, chomped hay and waited patiently for the Flower Faeries to come home to roost, c’est à dire.

The Goblin and the Gremlin offered to mediate, their offer accepted.

They stayed at the castle, their every need taken care of, a room set aside for negotiations twixt the warring parties.

The talking seemed endless, exhausting.

However.

Once tempers had cooled and the contracts rebalanced, the parties shook hands and returned to their duties.

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The traveller in time had set down on the lawn.

It’d extracted itself from the old time book titled, “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.”

This garden was quite unlike those of the world from which it had sprung and the expression upon its bat-like face, told of edgy tentativity.

The garden residents studied the visitor’s exotic mien.

Its face was bat like, its body Mini Cooper.

With a short, hairless tail and a shock of wiry hair, it’s image was decidedly unattractive, they felt.

The visit was brief, not unfriendly, but standoffish.

The residents had, eventually, conducted the Balinese Cat through the garden to a glade in the wood for a sleep.

Dusk fell, the full moon shone and out the Cat came.

Though wingless, it took off, speeding fleet, speeding soundless, up up up t’wards those million year old
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The Goblin and the Gremlin were seated upon two comfortable armchairs in the recently decorated Withdrawing Room.

The radio was on, the chandelier lit and they were drinking tiny glasses of non alcoholic Honey Mead.

Magazines lay undisturbed, the scent of flowers filled the room, the furniture brightly polished, the cushions and curtains newly washed.

The friends looked as though they were thinking, “this was theirs; they owned the house.”

There came a scurrying sound from without.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had arrived.

They were obviously bored.
In need of fun and games and trickeries.

Entered the room, they set about dismantling the sparking tidiness therein.

The Housekeeper heard the thuds of thrown upon the floor articles.

She opened the door briskly and fingers to lips, uttered the most piercing whistle.

The Elves jumped and the Imps and the Pixies ran helter skelter down the hall to the cloakroom.

The Elves got the brunt of the Housekeeper’s temper, but to them t’was par for the course.

The Imps and Pixies splashed their faces in cold water, blow dried them hotly and gave them a rub.
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The Head Gardener and his underlings were discussing in what order the garden should be wintered down, and when to begin.

(Not forgetting, of course, the greenhouse, the pond, the tennis courts and the beds of rare bushes).

The Flower Faeries had heard murmurings from fellow Faeries, who had warned them to,“Expect severe winters now that humankind has introduced a nasty, anti everything type of artificial global warming.”

The Witch and the Wizard could assist in a very local way, but the effects wouldn’t last long at all. So....

the garden is presently undergoing a transformation from a colourful vibrant life to 8 months of sleep.
(Bar the holly, ivy and so forth).

I, myself, am feeling a bit under the weather because, my great aunt Honoria has written to inform me that she intends to make her first visit here - a lengthy one - since I was knee high to a grasshopper.


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The Head Gardener and his underlings were discussing in what order the garden should be wintered down, and when to begin.

(Not forgetting, of course, the greenhouse, the pond, the tennis courts and the beds of rare bushes).

The Flower Faeries had heard murmurings from fellow Faeries, who had warned them to,“Expect severe winters now that humankind has introduced a nasty, anti everything type of artificial global warming.”

The Witch and the Wizard could assist in a very local way, but the effects wouldn’t last long at all. So....

the garden is presently undergoing a transformation from a colourful vibrant life to 8 months of sleep.
(Bar the holly, ivy and so forth).

I, myself, am feeling a bit under the weather because, my great aunt Honoria has written to inform me that she intends to make her first visit here - a lengthy one - since I was knee high to a grasshopper.


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We had set up an Elfin bowling alley in an unused basement storage room, in the hope that t’would distract the Elves, Imps and Pixies from creating complete mayhem where’er they were.

They did appear delighted, but who could really know?

The Flower Faeries had been invited by the Cook to spend the day, preparing and cooking,
loads and loads of Faerie dishes that she considered, “fit for the gods....”

The Goblin and the Gremlin had accomplished a very long swim in the pond and were now lying on their backs in the grass, listening to the birds of Rhiannon singing.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were off out that morning, bound for Lake Bala and a day of sweet nothings.

The Unicorn, washed, brushed and groomed,had spun away westwards to the Country of the Anhaga or the Country of the Lonely One.

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat were with the Mermaid, swimming in the icy pond in the wood.

I sat on the bench beneath the Oak and smoked a cigar before climbing the stairs to my office/studio in the attic to work.


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The garden residents were assembled upon the lawn, awaiting one famous and learned author and poet.

No one recognised his name or had read any at all, of his, supposedly famous writings.

His tardiness and the late hour did little to encourage the residents to remain much longer.

They waited with patience until the church clock had struck seven.

Within minutes the garden was empty.

The illustrious writer arrived by sedan, carried by 4 grasshoppers.

Because his entrance was unobserved and he ignored,the visit was short and sour.

The short horned grasshopper, for such was he, went home in an “I was treated in a most disrespectful, manner” mood.

He was never invited again.

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My great aunt Honoria had arrived in splendour, accompanied by her chauffeur, her secretary, her maid and her dresser.

Her personal hairstylist would arrive later.

My great aunt had a suite with a separate room for her maid.

The other members of her retinue had rooms on the next floor up.

I was greatly relieved to be told that she would eat, breakfast, lunch and dinner in the dining room of her suite.

She insisted that I borrow a horse drawn carriage from a friend, who collected and renovated such vehicles.

I could not imagine what the speedy, country drivers would think -
or, how they’d react to this unexpected mode of transport.

On the first morning of her visit, she’d bowled out in her carriage to be met with a barrage of derisive hoots.

She unfurled her parasol, lifted her chin and commanded that the coachman drive slower....



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Great aunt Honoria has returned to London, to her grade 2 listed residence, where she lived on her own, surrounded by servants.

She had maintained a good humour for the major part of her stay, most probably because there’d have been hell to pay if we had not followed her orders, she had not got her way....

I felt the flood of relief course through the house and the garden residents were obviously happy as clams.

A energetic jaunt round the countryside aboard my horse and a lively conversation with the Witch and the Wizard, did much to restore my own equilibrium.

The Wizard was to take the Witch for a break to the Land of Bria Frium.

The Witch was tired, had been working like a Trojan; was in sore need of a change of scene and a put up your feet rest.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had requested of the Flower Faeries, that they organise a garden party.

A celebration that would restart their own lives, so to speak.

The Elves, the Imps and Pixies decided to pay a visit to a nearby farm.
Knowing well the likely outcome, I warned the farmer immediately.

The Unicorn resembled the steed of Greek or Roman god, the Flower Faeries having decided to set the heavens ablaze.

Sugar and spice and all things nice.

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My sister had been on the telephone to report that she would shortly be flying off to Tenerife and the sun.

The news brought me up short, for I knew that she’d hate the crowded beaches, the young children and the noisy nightlife.

I also knew that, had she not enjoyed herself, she’d drive down here to recover. Con estrema fretta.

The Housekeeper approached me as I replaced the telephone and I heard the Cook’s angry voice echoing from the kitchen.

I wasn’t surprised to hear that the Elves, Imps and Pixies had emptied the larder and the pantry and reduced the scullery to utter chaos.

How to escape all these early morning grottinesses?

The Goblin and the Gremlin were outside, I noticed.

The Flower Faeries were playing Faerie skittles upon the lawn.

The Unicorn had been and gone, the Witch was brewing spells and the Head Gardener was inspecting the wintered down beds.

I descended the staircase to the kitchen to observe the damage, commiserate with the Cook and make copious lists of “things to buy.”

And my work schedule?

That was thrown askew, set back two/three days, at the very least.

Mannagia la miseria....


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The Hare was standing stock still on the lawn, ears twitching.

“I smell the sometime presence of a fox,” he thought and, indeed, the previous night the  garden had received an unwanted visitor, a savvy, streetwise, Red Fox.

The night creatures had vanished to leave only the Witch and the Faeries of the Twilght and Blackout Hours.

The Faeries had spun woolly pulleys from tiny balls of sheep’s wool and the Witch had lit a bonfire and, her cauldron bubbling furiously, spells streamed into the dark skies like shooting stars, like comets.

Magick....!

The Goblin and the Gremlin had found sleep impossible.

They had lain on the grass and studied the stars.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were abed, but their, “we prefer the late night hours, we’re naughty,” cousins were very much in evidence.

The Hare simply watched, no thoughts at all then, without a sound he, too, vanished to the land behind the garden veil....

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“It is time to write a book,” said the Queen of the Faeries.

“My life story, très importante, must be set down in print for future generations to study, to read.”

The Queen of the woodlands sniffed.
“You’re less important than I.”
Future publications should mention me first. “You come second,” she thought.

The Flower Faeries were weaving daisy chains, listening intently, longing to giggle.

The Goblin and the Gremlin strolled leisurely by, pretending not to notice.
Nevertheless, the Goblin did poke the Gremlin in the ribs.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole observed diddly squat, too intent upon arguing their own point of view with the other.

The Witch didn’t listen, but could feel their antagonistic thoughts and words reverberating through her head.

The Ogre passed close and even he felt, a quiver of anxiety, a small jolt of grit your teeth.

The Wizard alighted upon the lawn and frowned at the Royal Queens.

The Unicorn, just arrived, nervy, whined for instant attention from the Flower Faeries.

Hey presto!

The Queen of the Faeries and the Queen of the woodlands forwent their spat.

Now was the time to gallop cross country.

Give the stallions the freedom to go places - fast....


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The Goblin and the Gremlin were visiting a small waterfall, though its height was prodigiously
impressive!

They stood to one side of the foaming lake pond and wondered whether or not to go for a swim.

A slender arm broke the surface, then a beautiful face.

A Waterfall Faerie waved a good morrow to them.

She swam to the bank, slid over the grass and lifted herself on to a comfortable rock.

Turning her head to the trees behind her, she called a name, waited.

From somewhere a wizened old Wizard emerged and limped painfully to the rock upon which she sat.

They invited the Goblin and Gremlin to sit with them.

The morning passed quickly, conversation flowed.

The afternoon was spent in relative silence, then, t’was time to return to the garden.

The Goblin and Gremlin bade their hosts good bye and trundled home by the light of the moon.
 

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Earlier this month, Pedro Panhoca, a fan of my art who lives in Brazil, traveled with his wife to Easter Island, something he'd always dreamed of doing.

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Among the carefully preserved and restored carved statues, it caused him to think of my cover art for Perry Rhodan's (
Clark Darlton) "The Giant's Partner" created by me for Orbit Books (Futura Publications) in 1978 .


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Above is one of the photos he took while visiting the island.

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DE KRIJTREUZEN (The Chalk Giants)

Also in 1978, Born BV, a privately owned book publisher in Rotterdam, had commissioned me to create an alternative to a cover I had created for Keith Robert's book "The Chalk Giants" and the licensing division of my company (Solar Wind Ltd) had an arrangement with Futura Publications in the UK to allow use of my works in the UK & Commonwealth territory, and so it was, that the picture ended up on a Perry Rhodan book.

And there's more . . . . . . .

In the blog post above (18th) you can see the very first cover rendition for the Keith Roberts book, somewhat different in visualisation!



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The Squorrel had applied to the garden residents for permission to live forever in the garden.

The request, he was told, would have to go through the Offices of the Queen of Faerie Land’s Honourable Lord Chamberlain.

And, he was warned, he’d be at the end of a long queue of applicants.

(This was a not true).

Life settled down.
A chill, wet autumn set in.

Day followed day, week followed week and the Squorrel began to show his true colours.

In a corner of the garden, sheltered and private, he began on the project of building his house of dreams.

T’was not quite finished before he began on another and anther, and another and another?!

Great Scot. Ah dinnae ken.
Whatever was he thinking of or planning?

The garden residents and I threw down the gauntlet.
“Desist, or we throw you out on your ear....”

He did not.

One grey autumnal morning, we ganged together and dismantled every one of the poorly built structures.

The Squorrel lost his temper and we lost ours.

He was ejected without more ado....
 

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The Witch and the Wizard were attending a conference in an old warehouse which stood beside the canal in Birmingham.

Wizards galore and even more Witches, filled the huge conference hall to capacity.

The delegates were waited upon by a staff of trained Faeries.

Nothing, but nothing had been omitted or forgotten.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had gone along for the ride and were presently in the throes of
stealing a narrow boat.

(One far too large to cope with for creatures such as they).

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole remained in the garden, thankful for a day without the presence of those tiresome beings.

The Imps and Pixies could be difficult, too.

However, they did, from time to time, trouble to behave themselves.

The Ogre was holidaying with his mama at the Ogre equivalent of a Butlins Holiday Camp.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had gone sightseeing.

The Flower Faeries were in the wood and the Mermaid was singing the Irish ballad, “John o Dreams” with the birds of Rhiannon.

The breakfast room window was open.

I had little to do, but listen....


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I had been to a remarkable Automobile Show to have a deco at various new models that I liked.

There were Aston Martins, Lamborghinis, Alfa Romeos, Bugatti’s, Morgans, Jaguars, Porsche’s and Ferrari’s.

There was even a Fiat 124 and plenty of Lancia’s.

My sister had decided to ditch her Aston Martin and transfer allegiance to Mercedes Benz?!

(I doubted that her allegiance would remain in place for long).

A friend of mine had accompanied me and purchased an Aston Martin Taraf.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had seen it and, their tongues hanging out, rushed to ask me if they could go for a spin in it.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies followed right behind them, demanding that I buy them several mini versions for their own use.

The Flower Faeries were only, sort of interested and the Witch would always prefer to travel upon her magick broom.

The Cook and the House Keeper used their feet or the bus and the Head Gardener cycled or,
on very wet days drove an ancient Triumph.

The Ogre, of course, was denied the pleasure of driving.
His huge stature made it utterly no go....


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“The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

The Witch was reprimanding the Wizard for falling short.

He had failed to do this and he had omitted to do that.

T’was just not good enough for a person such as he.

The Wizard half listened, his thoughts far away, recalling a holiday in Picardy, eons ago.

He assisted the Witch in her chores for the day, paying little attention to exactly what these were.

The Flower Faeries nudged him when’re he went wrong and the Weasel, Stoat and Mole stood by, entertained.

The Mouse, the Spider and the Fly had dared to venture into the garden before the break of day.

They moseyed about for a while, then, broke ranks and scarpered, for the cats had decided to take the air.

The Goblin and the Gremlin and the Elves, Imps and Pixies caught the earliest Elf bus to the Forest of Nettlevale.

Their visit was a veritable success.

The Elves crossed a nettle meadow without first looking and thinking.

The stings they received kept them out of the way for days.....


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The pond in the garden was but bottomless mud.

The garden stream was a trickle, not worth the description.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat swam in the lake, ‘cept, it too, was evaporating inch by inch.

What had this magickal Faerie Kingdom become?

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole, sitting beneath the Oak, debated daily upon the subject of
“Will this freak heat ever end?”

The Witch and the Wizard daily discussed, “Which is the most suitable spell to cast?”

“One that would dispel the overheated air and reintroduce a note of sanity?”

The Ogre had the garden sprinkler to himself, so that neither his fellow residents, nor the grass, were given anything resembling a welcome relief.

The Wizard suggested that he speak to the Unicorn.

P’raps get him to transport to the garden, the Wizard’s forgetful friend?

He was astute, if forgetful and well versed in dividing the weather into portions.

And!
Changing each portion to suit.

A deal was struck whereby the Wizard would be given a brilliantly brilliant, Spell Book in return.

The deal was done!

And, the garden became once more a haven of bliss....


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The Goblin and the Gremlin were at the seaside, sunning themselves and sucking Traffic Light popsicles.

The Seagulls were stealing sandwiches from the picnickers and were diving and screeching like Banshees, Disturbing everyone’s peace.

Further along the sands, an Organ grinder played, the music from a Fun Fair challenging it to a duel.

High tide and low tide, time drifted by.

Dusk fell, the air cooled and the holiday makers and day trippers gravitated homewards.

The, very sunburned, Goblin and the red faced Gremlin caught the bus and were whisked back to the cool of the garden.

Sitting upon the bench beneath the Oak, they smoked cigarillos and chatted till the Witch of the Night made it obvious that she wanted to light her fire as close to the Oak as Health and Safety permitted....


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Sometime after the episode of the Ogre v Bite Back, the residents were scouting for treasure, supposedly buried half way down an unused mine shaft.

The Frog and the Toad and their friend, the Water Rat, had given this particular opportunity a miss.

No one of the threesome had a head for heights and suffered from vertigo of a most fearsome nature.

The Unicorn had, in days long ago, seen the thieves one dark night, stashing the hoard into the wall of the old mining shaft.

We did learn from a widow who lived down the road, that, the whole caboodle had been carried off by the ghost of the notorious highwayman, Dick Turpin....


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I found my mislaid pencils!

(I think the Dragons had borrowed them).

Bite Back and Snap, the iconic dragons alighted back upon the lawn one dusty, muggy morning.

The garden residents were irresolute, the Witch reluctant to, find out their business or why they were here.

Bite Back was, indeed, inclined to be snappish, whereas Snap was docile, patient, good tempered.

The Unicorn was sore tired that morning and desired nothing more than a wash, brush and grooming.

Bite Back, he observed, was chuntering about the lawn, taking up space that he’d as lief was for him.

The Witch, too, didn’t know where to put herself and the Elves, Imps and Pixies were too numerous to fit.

The Flower Faeries waited for the Unicorn to settle, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole took to the wood.

There they were joined by the Frog, Toad and the Water Rat, the Mermaid and a rarity, Nene geese....

The Ogre came through the wood on his way to breakfast beneath the Oak and a much needed sleep.

When he saw the two dragons and the absence of residents, he quickened his pace, his temper ignited.

Snap he ignored, for some reason or t’other, Bite Back he trod on, squashing his tail.

A piercing shriek later, Bite Back bit him and that was the end of any atmosphere of quietude....


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I've lost my notebook now!

Bad enough I lost my pencils.

What's it coming to?

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Where's my notebook!?

What do you mean, I already filled it?

You've got it, haven't you?!


Oh, there it is, guess I had better get down to some work then.

Wait - what's that noise out in the garden?

Hmmmnnnn . . . .

Not sure I'm gonna get much done this morning somehow?!

(Excuses, excuses).


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The main characters in the Hans Christian Anderson fairy tales were assembled upon the lawn one pitch dark night.

They held candlelit lanterns and chatted sotto voce.

I was watching from an open window upstairs and beside me stood the ancient itinerant Elf, appena tornato da chissà dove?

I had switched off the light in the room, because, with it on, I thought, the visitors might feel
under surveillance and panic.

The Ghosts and Spectres, the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines hovered or prowled in the background.

It was very evident that the Wolves and Wolverines were quickly becoming, increasingly evil tempered through hunger.

A movement behind me....

Turning, I perceived the “premier” house ghost, who clasped my hand in greeting and joined me at the window.

The minutes went by and bit by bit, the garden emptied of visitors, allowing the ravenous Wolves and Wolverines a snatch and grab hunt for food....


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The garden was empty, serendipity reigned.

Not for long, alas.

The Ogre appeared from the depths of the wood and the look upon his face was a sight to behold.
T’was clear that he’d had a “disagreement” with somebody, and lost.

His state of mind boded ill for everyone, but the Witch.
Never, never, never would he cross swords with her....

The Flower Faeries, this morning, were assisting the Witch, in the preparation of her potions and the casting of spells.

The Wizard would be unable to visit, he’d said and the Witch’s workload was arduous, demanding, exhausting.

The Unicorn had been washed, brushed and groomed and was now on the sky road to the Caerulean Fields.

The Goblin and Gremlin were shut up in an attic room, with the Spider, the Mouse and the Fly and last, but not least, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole were seated beside the pond in the wood.

The Mermaid had gone to Lake Bala, and found the Dragon had got there before her.

He was taking up space and more space and more space;
there was just room for the Mermaid and friends....

The dogs bounded out of the front door of the house.
Serendipity ended, mad rush had begun....


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The Hare was bouncing around the garden, working off a rebuke.

The Witch was in a veritable moody.
Her rebukes were flying left, right and centre.

The Wizard heard her voice from his home on a cloud and the Dragon, too, could hear the echoes of her voice as he flew overhead, high above the magickal garden.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had been out early for their walk and were now playing Whist beneath the shadowy Oak.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were with the, slightly mellower, Witch, choosing a picnic to take to the river.

There they would lie in the sun, bathe and certainly, fish.

The Ogre was in a more amenable mood, the Witch having prepared a scrumptious breakfast feast for him.

He bedded down, after breakfast, as was his wont and slept till dusk had fallen.

My sister had invited herself for a short stay and we went for a run in her Aston Martin.

At the end of the day she insisted that we go out for dinner, to a very swish country fish restaurant.

And my irritating friend was to arrive the next day.

Ah me, life is difficult sometimes....


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Carnevale in Italy, carnival time, here.
In Italy it was the University students who dressed in costume, here it was, whoever wanted.

The garden residents were eager to show off their skills in dressing themselves so as to confuse the others.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were extrêmement excited at the prospect of wearing costumes.
Especially when styled and made up by the very exclusive and extremely expensive, Fantasy Land fashion house.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole thought to go as “they were,” but the Flower Faeries put forward a series of suggestions which served finally, to alter their attitude.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat would require assistance and the Mouse, the Spider and Fly?
Almost impossible....

The weather had quite suddenly, changed for the worst, thus the carnival must be postponed till the sun shone once again.

I’d decided to copy the ghost gentleman upstairs, but how to show his costume to a seamstress played on my mind.

There was no way that a photograph would show anything.

In the end, t’was the Witch who rose to the challenge.

I introduced them to one another on a chill, dark night and as they shook hands, the Witch gave him a penetrating stare, sucking in, absorbing, the image.

Downstairs in the Library, pencil and paper in her hand, she drew the style and colour of his dress forthwith....


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The Squorrel was sitting atop the Oak, contemplating his navel, so to speak.

The Squorel was a creature of folklore, of myth and looked as though he’d been through the hoop.

Through eons of existence, he had experienced a number of changes to his physique.

He had also undergone a plethora of tweaks to the mode of his social interactions.
Result?
He was befuddled and muddled to the core of his mythical being.

His first encounter in our garden was with the inattentive Ogre.
He managed, with ease, to thieve most of his gargantuan breakfast.

The second was with the Flower Faeries and the Unicorn.

He watched as the Unicorn was washed, rubbed down and dried, skin painted and “dressed to kill.”
A hot feeling of envy rose in his belly.
He wanted, he wanted - and how.

Turning about, he stalked through the garden, bumping into the Weasel, Stoat and Mole.

These residents he ignored, continuing upon his way and entered the mistily magickal wood.

The Mermaid’s singing echoed sweet to his ears and drew him t’wards the pond in the wood.

As he continued to listen, he forgot everything else, the whole kit and caboodle, the whole shooting march.

But, thoughts once again interrupted the silence and he wandered slowly back into the garden.

The Witch, the Wizard and a somnolent Owl were parlaying sotto voce.
About what, nobody knew.

The hour was such that, nothing really mattered and some things mattered not at all.

Gocce di gomma golosa!


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Bite Back and Snap, the iconic dragons alighted upon the lawn one dusty, muggy morning.

The garden residents were irresolute, the Witch reluctant to, find out their business or why they were here.

Bite Back was, indeed, inclined to be snappish, whereas Snap was docile, patient, good tempered.

The Unicorn was sore tired that morning and desired nothing more than a wash, brush and grooming.

Bite Back, he observed, was chuntering about the lawn, taking up space that he’d as lief was for him.

The Witch, too, didn’t know where to put herself and the Elves, Imps and Pixies were too numerous to fit.

The Flower Faeries waited for the Unicorn to settle, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole took to the wood.

There they were joined by the Frog, Toad and the Water Rat, the Mermaid and a rarity, Nene geese....

The Ogre came through the wood on his way to breakfast beneath the Oak and a much needed sleep.

When he saw the two dragons and the absence of residents, he quickened his pace, his temper ignited.

Snap he ignored, for some reason or t’other, Bite Back he trod on, squashing his tail.

A piercing shriek later, Bite Back bit him and that was the end of any atmosphere of quietude....



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I can't write until I find them!


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The Queen of the Faeries and the Queen of the woodlands were out country riding.

They were especial visitors of Lord Edric and his spouse, Godda.

Their horses were fresh and eager to go, galloping wildly across the arid plain.

The terrain was uneven, strewn with rocks, but this land was Godda’s land.

She felt no fear.

Lord Edric owned it and ruled it, authoritarian despot was he.

The gentle Lady Godda had tried to intervene.

T’was utterly useless.

When life became too burdensome to bear, she disappeared, vanished to stay with her sisters.

Lord Edric was sure that on each occasion this happened, her sense of duty would push her to return post haste.

Time heals.

On this occasion, however, the Lady Godda decided . . .

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The junior Elves were searching for keys, because their parents repeatedly talked of “the key to this and that” or “the key point” and such like.

What did these keys look like?
Where were they hidden?

The Witch cackled merrily when she learned of their quest.

She leaned over her cauldron and pretended to search, too.

The Wizard waved his stick and uttered strange phrases, the Flower Faeries giggled and pirouetted through the humid air.

The Ogre was tireder, tireder than usual, having slept little the night before.

That afternoon a great aunt had come to tea and spent the entire visit correcting his behaviour.

The Witch had taken him under her wing and was busy spoiling him rotten.

The junior Elves found my set of keys and obviously thought that they had hit a cricket ball for six.

Hooting and hollering they stormed down the garden path.

Their parents were treated to “look what I did, look what I’ve found.

I’ve found the keys to everything....”


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“You have the world at your feet, “ said the Elf Carpenter to his nephew “and you chose only to see your feet.”

His nephew, red faced, stalked off in a huff.

The exchange had been overheard by the Goblin, who reprimanded the Elf Carpenter roundly.

“When you came to Earth in pre history days, you were contrary and would take no advice.”

The Elf Carpenter, too, stalked off.

The Goblin met the Gremlin as he approached the wood and, as they commenced their daily stroll, complained, oh woe is me, at the rudeness he’d encountered.

The Flower Faeries were busy grooming the Unicorn in jaunty, Steam Punk style.

They overheard the Goblin’s whinging and smiled.

The Ogre had chosen to head t’wards the hills.
There’d be a soft wind or, at least, a little bit of breeze.
Something to cool his sweaty wet, uncomfortable clothes.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were sitting down a rabbit hole, discussing the world and what to do today.

The rabbit hole, too stuffy to sit in any longer, they climbed into the garden and walked towards the wood.

The Mermaid’s voice was music to their ears.
This was the place to be, they thought, and sat down to listen.

The Frog, the Toad and Water Rat had a quick bathe in the garden pond and headed for the lake.

The Mouse, the Spider and the Fly were holed up in the attic, away from hungry cats when suddenly a roar, a rumble and a flash.
A storm blew in from nowhere.

The house descended into chaos as the Elves, the Imps and Pixies swarmed through the house’s front door, followed by other garden residents, not wanting to be soaked.

The Cook and the House Keeper sat down at the kitchen table and sipped hot, hot, milky tea.

“What happens now?” they said and agreed, “A chaotic situation, plus stacks of food to make....”


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The Ogre’s mood was appalling that day.

He’d been reprimanded by the Witch for dropping her cauldron, then upset her by complaining that the breakfast she had prepared was not up to scratch.

T’wasn’t tasty enough, nor substantial enough, a message the Witch did not want to hear.
She was outraged.

The Goblin and the Gremlin took their walk in the wood, ‘cos, the heat caused them both to dehydrate and faint.

They wilted and collapsed lickety split....at the drop of a hat.

The Witch was in Iceland, visiting the Elves, who influenced every aspect of life in that country.

The visit, she wrote, had opened her eyes, and she deeply regretted that our resident Elves were so full of deceit, such a pain in the neck....

The Flower Faeries had, early, early, flown off to the hills, to the secret cave carved into the rock.

It’s darkness and warmth, the quiet restfulness it offered, always gave them a welcome-issimo sense of reprieve....

The Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole were basking beside, the fast flowing river which ran through the fields . . . . . . .


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The skies were grey, the air heavily humid and I’d made sure that I went for my walk bright and early.

The garden was often denuded of residents, unprepared for this exceptional and unbearable, heatwave.

The Ogre slept from early morning till evening.

Between times he drank like a fish from a Jeroboam.

The Witch spent her “magick hour” beneath a large black umbrella, her virtual fan whirring, her cat asleep next to it.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were again at the lake, self indulgently ignoring their holidaying kith and kin

The Flower Faeries tended “their” flower at crack of dawn, dressed and groomed the Unicorn, sipped cups of tea.

These duties done, they prepared jugs and jugs of beverages and, if required, quantities of Faerie light, outré, nibbles.

The Goblin and Gremlin, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole found their visits to the market temporarily unnecessary.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat developed the habit of swim, nibble, nap.

Repeat and repeat, repeat and repeat till the church clock struck the hour of their chosen bedtime....

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Standing at my bedroom window, I was gazing at the sky.

The early morning sun was bright, the clouds impressionistic.

The weathermen had promised us a day of plenteous heat.

The Head Gardener and his lackeys had set the sprinklers on continuous.

The early morning garden was full of residents.

The Elves and Imps and Pixies were headed for the lake.

The Witch and her cauldron and her, very snooty, cat were organising and preparing the day’s magick spells.

The Ghost of melodrama, one Tipsy Topsy Turvy, was wandering through the garden just waiting for a fight.

The opportunity arose when the Unicorn appeared.
Tipsy Topsy Turvy couldn’t stand another creature being paid attention to.

He stomped t’wards the Unicorn as he underwent his grooming.
He watched awhile, then turned about and walked t’wards the house.

Beside the kitchen door lay tins of paint, two of which he grabbed.

He returned to where the Unicorn and Flower Faeries stood and threw the contents of both tins of paint at the magickal Unicorn.

The Ogre, entering the garden, saw the dastardly deed and lifting Tipsy Topsy Turvy high, he chucked him into the chill cold pond....


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Cosima Costanza, the visiting Heirloom Faerie was giving a lecture on “family” properties.

The Flower Faeries were fascinated....
such knowledge, such intellect,
but was an heirloom strictly necessary to possess?

The Elves, Imps and Pixies found the talk mouthwatering,
the Weasel and Stoat had other fish to fry.

The Mole had the choicest of heirlooms at his feet....

Mother Earth.

The Witch loved the garden and would not move for the world,
although she had, from time to time, to abide elsewhere on the globe.

I, myself, preferred to travel, read and write on the hoof.

I suspect also that, the Elves, Imps and Pixies were wanting passionately to travel,
but desirous also of playing the jester, of upsetting the apple cart....


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Looking for inspiration/ideas for a (maybe!) new book (guess what it's about?).

LOVE these Dragon carvings opposite Temple Row West.


Opposite the Cathedral.


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Local knowledge?

 
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Amalgamated eras adding up to now.

In the nighttime garden, the Owl began to call.

He was alive with vim and vigour, ready for the nightly prowl.

The nighttime Elves and Imps and Pixies danced upon the lawn, waving magick lanterns and singing dark age songs.

The Ogre heard the music and straightways rose from his bed.

In pyjamas and with bare feet he joined the happy throng.

The Witch was pressed to play her tailor made Lyon and Healy harp.
As her nimble fingers wrought miracles, the Nightingale dithered.

“Shall I add my voice to those who render dark age songs?

Hesitantly, with wobbles, he did begin to sing and the Elf, Imp and Pixie choristers slowly, slowly hushed their voices.

With infinite dexterity their beneficence became the background to his voice....


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In due course, the Dixie Land Faeries flew home and the garden returned to its everyday norm.

The Ogre was irascible when not asleep.
Snappish and testy, to be avoided, if possible.

No good his staying home, for he knew for sure, that, his mama and aunts would give him grief by the truckload.

The Witch had chosen, that day, to set up shop beyond the tennis courts.
T’was private, shaded, a quiet backwater.

The Wizard had been summoned to the Isle of Cliffhangers to arbitrate in a dispute betwixt two powerful landowners.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had taken their walk pre-dawn and were now in the kitchen, partaking of peppermint tea and hot buttered toast.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the, prone to stumble, Mole, were visiting the Witch who lived at the edge of the wood.

She, too, kept an eye on the Mole and would step in if he ever so much as sneezed.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were racing their motor cars along the empty country roads at the far end of the untarmacked pathway.

The birds of Rhiannon were to fly in that evening and the Flower Faeries were practicing harmonic variations....


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Rambling around Birmingham.

Superb Dragon carvings opposite Temple Row West.


Opposite the Cathedral.

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The Dixie Land Faeries were come to town.

Strangers, of course, with nowhere to go.

The Goblin and the Gremlin noticed them perched on a market stall, obviously exhausted, their energy dissolved.

They took the Dixie Land Faeries under their wing, obtained water and relayed a message to the Flower Faeries.

A Faerie Land taxi was sent to collect them and a welcome reception was waiting on their arrival.

An itinerary was plotted, a place to stay arranged and the Dixie Land Faeries left in peace to recoup.

Over time, a close bond was forged betwixt the Faeries groupings.

Even now they correspond and “our” Faeries have traveled to Faerie Land Dixie to live life in the outback....

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The Flower Faeries were presently outnumbered by Flower Faerie visitors, who had come to tend their “Flower” and bless it with smiles.

The Witch had asked each Faerie her name and favourite drink, adding it to her list and, hey presto, t’was recorded in one of her empty memory banks.

The Ogre wasn’t keen on these “extra” garden creatures and wished away the hours till they were gone.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole, this early morn, stood upon the bank of the garden pond, studying their faces in the water and mulling over “things.”

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat wanted a private swim, so, though they did walk about the garden, they then retired to the wood.

The Mermaid was at Lake Bala.

Her pond was free.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had the whole day to act crazy therein.

The Ghosts and Spectres and the ghostly Werewolves and Wolverines lay transparent on the grass.

But the fearsome vibes they transmitted could be felt from the fields beyond the wood to the attic and kitchen....


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In the crepuscule or twilight, a Cocktail party was, a favourite entertainment style for
the garden residents.

Sipping especial Faerie made fruit wine and fruit juices, or pure, unpolluted water from the Chrystalline Lake, they tittle tattled and gossiped, talked non stop or just listened.

The Ogre was too large to attend, but a tankard of non alcoholic beer had been placed at the edge of the wood for him.

The Witch stole away as darkness fell.

The Wizard followed suit, then the Goblin and the Gremlin.

The last to leave were the Elves, the Imps and the Pixies, who stayed awake till the wee small hours of the next morning.

Out in the fields they played quoits, swam in the lake.

A few fell asleep where they stood, the others trudged home to crawl into bed in their party clothes....


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Test running my newly constructed mini painting kit.

Early experimental deployment of same.

Designed to be "always available".


Meaning = "Always carry a sketchbook"!


 
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The Witch had arranged that the Goblin and Gremlin go to Antarctica with a group of like minded beings.

Their trip was to take place in the early autumn, so, the Goblin and Gremlin had the time to undergo a period of, so called, “breaking in.”

The Wizard, who had visited the continent several times through the centuries, loved it.

The idea had never occurred to the Witch, who preferred the comfortably warm to icy cold temperatures.

The Flower Faeries were in two minds as to whether or not they’d accompany her.

Would Antarctica prove to be an OK place for Faeries, unaccustomed to anything like those conditions?

Would it increase their physical and mental resilience?

The day of departure arrived and, wrapped to the eyes, they did join the Witch on her hazardous
journey.

From far above the clouds, the Wizard watched.

He followed their progress, he saw them arrive, he was with them in spirit through the entire expedition.

When they returned to the garden, they had changed a great deal.

Gone were their original preconceptions of what they were capable of withstanding....


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St. Mary's church in Stafford.

 
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The Weasel, Stoat and wobbly Mole were wandering through the field left fallow this year.

The grass was tangled, the earth hard as nails and, here and there lay obstacles for the unwary.

Broken rocks there were, small pebbles and chipped stones.

The shortsighted Mole had earlier collided face first and suffered a painfully bruised snout
and a broken tooth.

The obstacle course was, however, eventually negotiated.

The second field had been neatly ploughed and the friends could relax.

Crossing this field, they met tiny field mice, a mole, a vole and several prickly hedgehogs.

The sight of field mice at this hour surprised them.

T’was customary to meet them in the pitch dark of night.

Reaching the foothills, they rested awhile, quenched their thirst and considered which path to the peak?

It was evening by the time they had reached it.

They were so weary by then, that they could only consider a quick supper and an early night....


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The Ghosts and Spectres quivered and quavered, linking arms in trepidation.

Encircling the group, were belligerent diddy ghost dinosaurs.

Red eyed, needle toothed, carnivorously hungry.

The ghostly Wolves and Werewolves had retired, loathe to become a prehistoric monster’s midnight feast....

The Faeries of the night were hidden from view, watching a firefly Son et Lumière display.

The music had been orchestrated and was played by, the night Elves, Imps and Pixies.

The thunderous sound of a church organ was, sadly, missing.

The witch of the night had been invited to bring her magickal cymbals and triangle -
and declined.

The Ogre’s cousin ploughed his way across the grass, paying as little attention to his surroundings as our garden Ogre.

Bumping into the diddy dinosaurs, he kicked aside those in his way.

The air was filled with small bodies flying.

Those he missed were transmogrified into nothingness.

La vie a continué....


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The old engine sheds, dilapidated, clothed in memories, the railway sidings bore an air of overwhelming “what had been.”

Here once stood a powerhouse, a manufacturing centre which drove an Empire.

The Railway Faeries and the Witch of the Line, toiled daily to restore, a semblance of life force, vigour, puissance.

The original structures in ruins, the tracks overgrown, t’was beyond their combined capacities to do more than “make do....”

And, the summer heat brought forth weeds, additional cracks in the ruined walls.

It was not until the heat diminished, the evenings drew in, that, from the Orchestral Everglades a Wizard, Magician visited.

He listened to the Witch and he listened to the Faeries.
He cogitated, ruminated, brainstormed, chewed the cud.

Finalement, he resorted to reading his dog eared spell book.

The index listed a great number of spells relevant to railways and the restoration thereof.

Closing his eyes, he poked his finger at ?

When he looked close at his choice, a light blazed in his brain.
He commenced casting spells, sprinkled magick potions and muttered.

As the sun came over the yardarm,


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According to Wikipedia, it dates from the early 13th century, with 14th century transepts and 15th century clerestories and crossing tower.


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One week ago, yesterday, the Witch disappeared.
Vanished in a cloud of grey and pea green smoke.

The Wizard had not a clue as to where she had gone.
He, too, was perplexed and so very, very anxious.

The Unicorn had not seen her, neither had the Dragon.

The Ogre was so cast down by the news that he took off for, who knows where, as fast as he was able.

(And, would you believe it, forgetting both his brekkie and his nap)!

The Flower Faeries, the Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole, consulted the Mermaid.
Had she any idea?

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat hop, skipped and jumped to the river and there noticed a canoe floating free upon the waters.

Their hearts hit rock bottom.

Swimming out to the canoe, they struggled on board.
Under a seat lay the paddle and a hastily scribbled note.

“Please excuse me for not sending a telepathic message,” she’d written.
“I am being followed by an arch enemy of my own and the Wizard’s.”

The searchers understood the message to warn them that, the Witch expected to be physically harmed or kidnapped.

They later learned, through the grapevine, that this was the case.

So, the hunt was on to find this indispensable resident.

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In the wee small hours of a Thursday morn, the Unicorn and the Dragon flew over the garden.

The Unicorn inclined his head, shook his mane and, dipping his wings, glided earthwards.

The Dragon flew on to the Isle of Postscript, to visit his friend, Three toed Camron.

Three toed Camron had nursed him through sickness, baby sat.

Taken him adventuring to magickal places.

The garden was in turmoil, metaphorically speaking, for the Witch had done a volte face in her routine.

The garden residents could no longer rely upon her “ being there,” when they needed advice or support.

The Weasel, the Stoat and, “Hit me with your best shot,” Mole, were today, struggling to behave in the way that they thought was de rigueur....

The Frog, the Toad, the Water Rat the Mermaid, were bored with themselves, and desirous
of assuming different identities, acting out asymmetrical rôles....

The Witch dared them to do it.

When next the Ogre met them, they had been reworded.

He was impressed!

When his panic had subsided, he, too, changed rôles....


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Saturday morning at the pictures.

The days of my youth!!

The Elf, Imp and Pixie children were home for the hols and, for the most part, behaving themselves....

By common consent, the garden residents met one morning, to discuss taking the youngsters on an outing, but where?

They hemmed and they hawed.

They went round in circles.

T’was past the young ones’ bedtime when they reached a decision.

A day at the beach, at the Sapphire Coast....

The children were beside themselves, ecstatic.

And, their parents began the task of planning and preparation.

All hands on deck, the Cook included.

It turned out to be, a day to remember, to record in their Happy Memory Ledger....



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“I’m speaking in small letters,” said the junior Elf, in response to his father’s, “Why are you whispering?”

A chortle....

It was Sports Day at the school that the junior Elves attended.

Racing, athletics, acrobatics, vaulting.

Tea at 5 pm.

Home to bed.

The Witch and her coven, the Flower Faeries and the Cook had prepared quantities and quantities of small people’s food.

Tea, coffee and soft drinks had kindly been provided by the frequently frequented town pub.

When the prizes had been awarded, the special guests gone, the junior Elves were collected and borne home still excited.

The long summers holidays had begun....

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The garden residents awoke to scenes of Medieval England....

The ghosts of the rich aristocracy, borne through stinking streets in sedans and those of destitute paupers, scrabbling about in the mud and the trash, searching for something to eat.

The ghosts mingled and separated, met friends with smiles.

Ignored those they considered “beneath” them.

The residents had been sidelined, confused and utterly, completely disoriented.

The Witch and the Wizard had been abroad overnight, traveling with her cat and his, magick carpet, upon her brand new and revolutionary, broomstick.

The Wizard’s magick carpet would have been impossible to carry (and the Wizard refused ever to leave it unguarded), so, by the simple expedient of casting a spell, it was transformed to the easily portable.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had taken over the garden pond, leaving space for the fish, but none for their friends.

The Flower Faeries had completed their sewing and were designing pictures composed of dried petals, or painting rainbow splodges on Faerie tin cans.

The Ogre snored and snuffled, deep, deep asleep.

The Owl dreamed dreams that turned into nightmares.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies played Badminton and squash.

Boy! Did they curse and holler - and sweat....

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Finally, a doodle left for awhile, got = "done".

Always (eventually) more than nice to complete an idea.
 
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The Witch was feeling grungy, her tummy askew.

Why ever for?

The previous evening, she and her coven, had dined at an exclusive restaurant in town.

It had been swell....

The Ogre was already under the Oak, waiting for his breakfast to arrive - in state.

The Unicorn had, earlier, carried the Goblin and Gremlin to the Isles of the Sharktooth.

The Flower Faeries were sitting on cushions, sewing Faerie pillowcases, knitting Faerie blankets.

They had spent the morning assisting the Witch to, prepare and cook the food for tonight’s Birthday party for the Weasel.

The Stoat and the Weasel were striding purposefully towards the river.

They very much wanted a swim and to fish for pinkeens.
(For pinkeens, read minnows!)

The Wizard had promised to take the part of Caller, if, after the meal, the guests were to play Bingo!

The Weasel wasn’t partial to Bingo, so, the Unicorn would “give him a lift” back to his home on a cloud....


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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Realms card -

The Castle In The Clouds . . . . . .

 
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A girl child craned forward, elbows on window sill, straining to see what was happening outside.

She was dressed in a tutu and standing on tip toe.

On the floor beside her, leaning ‘gainst the skirting board lay a doll, a clown doll and a raggedy teddy bear.

Dawn was just broken and the birds of Rhiannon singing, that exquisite aria, “ Casta Diva,” from Bellini’s opera, “Norma.”

The Mermaid was swimming in “her” pond in the wood. With her were the Frog, Toad and Water Rat Who, perched upon rocks, were coaxing her to add her voice, too.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole had found a hollow tree trunk and, sitting comfortably therein, were eating their brekkie, a treat from the Witch.

The Ogre had been denied his gargantuan breakfast feast, having thoroughly upset the Witch, the Flower Faeries and Wizard, complaining about everything they’d done for him lately.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were in the attic playing skittles, and, concurrently, achieving their true objective: to disrupt the routine of and generally hassle, the Spider, the Mouse and the Fly....

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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Realms card -

The Dark Cave . . . . . .

 
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Although still hot, hot, a slight breeze had risen.

The leaves on the Oak rustled and the Sycamore shivered all-over.

The Willow tree whispered “Good morrow, my friends,” and the Cuckoo called from the wood.

The Goblin and Gremlin threaded their way to the lake at a leisurely pace.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies dogged their footsteps.

The Flower Faeries sat beneath the broad leaves of a Fern and cooled themselves with fragile, gossamer fans.

The Witch had been by herself that stuffy morning, having taken herself into the depths of the wood.

Cauldron, cat and spell book went with her.

The Ogre was completely conked out and slept like a baby, under the venerable Oak....

The Owl slept behind the locked door of his tree house.

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"DOODLE-OODLE-DO!"
 

As mentioned earlier, being a persistent doodler can have its downsides.

Things get left, the result of having a continual flood of ideas.

But, then, when stumbled upon later . . . . . . . ?

It's. nice, to put in the detail (this week's work) and finalise an old idea.

Ideas don't get left, very often, but now and again, one rediscovers the past!

 
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The Witch had bought a jigsaw, which she plonked down upon the breakfast table.

She left the room to take a nap, at the very same moment that the Elves, bless their hearts, stole into the house.

Once inside, they entered the breakfast room, where they waited impatiently for the Imps and Pixies to show up.

They climbed onto the chairs, they climbed onto the dining room table, they climbed into the sideboard, they climbed up the curtains.

The jigsaw had no fighting chance, no chance at all of surviving safe or surviving intact.

The jigsaw box was torn open, its contents strewn par tout.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies kicked the pieces, shuffled them about and then threw handfuls of pathetic remnants out the open window.

The Witch’s expensive jigsaw was gone beyond redemption....

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"DOODLE-OODLE-DO!"
 

Being a persistent doodler can have its downsides.

Sometimes, having SO many ideas can mean, now and then, things get left.

Can't even recall when I sketched this, but decided it was time to finalise it.

So . . .  while I plunge into this now, any ideas what it is and what I should call it?!

 
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Will o the Wisp was hail and hearty and sprite.

This featherweight ghost light, a flickering lamp, lured travelers of the night from those safe paths over marsh, swamp and bog.

Retreating when approached, ever beckoning, beckoning, “Come hither, stranger. Come be with me.”

The wandering Elf mendicant plodding wearily down one such path, crossing the treacherous bog, “The Place of Good byes.”

He was quivering in his shoes, palms sweating, teeth gritted, feeling the ground, moving forward, slow step by slow step.

The Will o the Wisp sudden about faced and the wandering Elf mendicant found himself shown the way to a dry, mossy path, to safety, and finally, to a warm, soft, grassy, bed for the night....

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"THINGS YOU DON'T EXPECT"
 

"That creature . . . .
(don't even know what it is, any ideas?)
. . . . . . . that I saw in the garden today.

Even more scary when seen close-up!

However, scary or not, I need to gather some vegetables.

 
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The Elves were dining upon Steak & Ale pie and drinking non alcoholic, Handcrafted Ale.

They had taken their bus to our quaint market town, to spend their pocket money on bargain basement knick knacks.

When they had finished their desserts, they would, doubtless, skedaddle, without any one of them paying for his meal.

Without a sou left between them, “What the heck,” they would think.

The Witch, too, had been on a spending spree, to restock her cupboard with those ingredients she’d need, in the preparation of her particular, especial spells....

The Wizard had telepathically messaged her, to warn of his plan to visit after darkness fell on the following night.

She had, therefore, to ensure that she did not exhaust herself.

No rising too early and driving herself relentlessly, during the long hours of hot hot, daylight.

Noticing the furtive glances that the Elves cast about them, she realised that they had some naughtiness or trickery in mind.

She approached the Head Waiter and warned him, sotto voce, to keep a watchful eye on their movements.

He watched as they scraped their dessert bowls clean, wiped their mouths and hands and sat back, contented.

The noise of scraped back chairs and the faint sounds of whispering, immediately put him on guard.

He locked the front door and drew an iron bar across it.

The Elves plan was scuppered.

For the following three days, they washed the plates, cups and bowls, every saucepan and baking or grilling utensil.

They cleaned the kitchen, the dining room, the bar and washrooms, not forgetting every floor in the eatery.

At closing time each day, they caught the last bus back, headed homeward, crashed out.
Full stop.

The End....

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Brought up short this morning . . . . .

. . . .  while picking fruit in the garden.

Always something there to surprise me!

 
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The Frog, Toad and Water Rat followed the stream through wood and field and meadow.

At day break the air had been cool, refreshing. However, the heat of the summer sun was now fearsomely intense.

The wanderers began to feel lightheaded.
T’was time to take a dip in the river.

The waters were pure, crystal clear, smooth running.

They dived in and swam, floated and paddled.
It didn’t take long to restore their equilibrium.

Their mood lifted and their bodies were moist once again, so, loathe to continue further, they rested quietly upon the green, verdant riverbank

The air cooled and the gentle breeze gusted to a chill wind.
The wind developed into a veritable tempest.

The waters of the river churned and frothed, too dangerous to swim in or dangle your feet in.
Through the driving rain appeared a Devil Imp, garbed in a red cloak and galoshes.
Water cascaded down his tangled black hair, his sunken cheeks and his crooked nose.
His temper was not fit for purpose....

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat jumped to one side, intent on avoiding a collision.
The Devil Imp paid no heed, his eyes blinded by rainwater.

The threesome shouted, “Go back to Elf hell. ‘Tis warmer down there, with no rain and no water to spoil your day.”

The Red Elf sneezed, uttered an oath and disappeared - poof!! -down a rabbit hole....

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Er, no, not a painting of a spaceship or a dragon.

Impossible not to respond, artistically, to the worled around me.

Legendary art magazine - summer 2018 issue

Breaking the rules (and upending expectations).

 
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The Magick Garden - Tales From The Wood Volume One -  Peter Andrew Jones

Catapult Jim, a new Ghost in the story, had suffered in the hands of Wild West cowboys.

He’d taken almost a century to arrive, waylaid by vengeful deeds, ill health and storms at sea.

His ship docked at Southampton and Catapult Jim, rode the train to anywhere, with stop offs on the way.

The Ghosts and Spectres studied him closely, never introduced themselves, left him to cope.

The ghostly Wolves and Werewolves sniffed the night air.

His body odour was acceptable, his aura, congenial.

The Faeries of the night flitted through the garden, knee high to a grasshopper, while the Witch lit magick lanterns and got the fireflies to sprinkle Faerie lights, bring the garden to life.

The Owl was lucky that night, returning with a tasty snack and the bats swooped en masses from the Oak to the wood.

The Nightingale sang.

I smoked

an Havana cigar, lounging back upon the garden bench with a glass of Courvoisier brandy....

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"EN PLEIN AIR"

En Plein Air painting trip (well,more a chill-day out . . . .)

Just dabling in an idea for a potential painting (as ever!)


 
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Upon a narrow tree branch facing the sun, were two snails a’courting and happy so to be....

The male snail held a parasol over his girl’s head to, shield her head and
sensitive, fragile, eyes on stalks.

They had managed to bypass the scorching, midday heat and were revelling in the blissfully cooler temperature of early eventide.

The Witch and the Wizard were surveying the landscape from the summit of the legendary, la Montagne de Valenmart....

The Wizard was, unusually for him, struck dumb by the wonderous beauty of those ancient, scenic landscapes.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were in a field which, this year, had been left fallow.
They were practicing for the up coming Elfin F1 Motor Races.

The Ogre was, meanwhile, storming across the hills, working off a monstrous, bad temper.

The Goblin and Gremlin sat beside the garden pond, dipping their feet and hands in the clear, cold, water....

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Final post of the computer games theme . . . .

A final two covers from "back in the day".

Spell Bound = 1990 - Amiga
Alien Legion =  1989 -
Gainstar

 
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A girl child craned forward, elbows on window sill, endeavouring to see what was happening outside.

She was dressed in a tutu and standing on tip toe.

Beside her, on the floor, leaning ‘gainst the skirting board, lay a doll, a clown doll and a raggedy teddy bear.

Dawn was just broken and the birds of Rhiannon were singing the exquisite aria, “ Casta Diva,” from Bellini’s opera, “Norma.”

The Mermaid was swimming in “her” pond in the wood, the Frog, Toad and Water Rat perched upon the rocks, coaxing her to add her voice, too.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole had found a hollow tree trunk and, sitting comfortably therein, were eating their brekkie, prepared by the Witch.

The Ogre has been denied his gargantuan breakfast feast, having thoroughly upset the Witch, the Flower Faeries and Wizard, complaining about everything they’d done for him lately.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were in the attic playing skittles, and, concurrently, achieving their true objective which was to, disrupt the routine of and generally hassle, the Spider, the Mouse and the Fly....

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"THIS IS NOW (BECAUSE THAT WAS THEN)"
 

Continuing with the computer games theme . . . .

Here's a couple more covers from "back in the day".

Blood Money = 1989 - Psygnosis.
Cytron =  1992 -
Psygnosis.

 
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“Tittle Tattlers, Tittle Tattlers, I like you - Not,” sang the birds of Rhiannon.

The crows missed that line, they were making too much noise.

Down below, on the lawn, as the Goblin and Gremlin argued, the Witch stirred the potion bubbling frothily in her cauldron.

The Flower Faeries were tinting the Unicorn’s body, a Lapis Lazuli blue.

Finally, the colour they’d chosen for his mane and tail was a soothing light blue grey.

This morning they had chosen, to thread through his mane and tail, a gemstone they’d not used before.

The rare type of the gemstone, Chrysocolla.

The Ogre was tardy, the Witch was annoyed.

The flies would be all over his breakfast betimes.

Oh no, they already were....

The Elves were summoned and directed to steal a fly spray from the kitchen store cupboard.

They whooped with delight and got cracking....

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"THIS IS NOW (BECAUSE THAT WAS THEN)"
 

Continuing on again with a computer games theme . . . .

Here's a couple of cover from "back in the day".

Laser Zone = = 1983 - Llamasoft I believe my first computer game box art.

Omnicrom Conspiracy =  1990 - Star Software

 
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The Flower Faeries were sitting in the drawing room to keep cool, watching a tv series about restoring a castle in France.

They were occasional guests, for tea or for supper, at the castle belonging to the Queen of Faerie Land.

The Unicorn felt able to fly down to the garden, whatever the temperature might be.

In this heat wave he merely extended his wings and fanned himself and those standing, sitting or walking nearby.

The garden train station had dropped its veil and one could see just how very busy it was.

When the time had arrived to arrange a holiday, the Elves, Imps and Pixies had split themselves into small groups, some attending a course on sailing a dinghy, others hiking, canoeing or merely, camping.

The Witch and the Wizard chose to toss a coin.

The Wizard won the toss and decided to visit the stunning pink city of Petra.

Their holiday was timed to coincide with the coolest part of the year and so, meanwhile, the Witch worked everyday till she dropped, then slept like the proverbial log.

I took my car and a horse box, drove to the coast, to spend a glorious three weeks, riding....


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"THIS IS NOW (BECAUSE THAT WAS THEN)"
 

Continuing on with a computer games theme . . . .

Here's a couple of Capcom covers from "back in the day".


 
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The temperatures had soared, tempers were on knife edge. The Owl stayed in his bolt hole, out of harm’s way.

The Witch rose before dawn to prepare the spells she’d require, light a fire, fill her cauldron and get on with her day.

The Ogre continued to sleep beneath the Oak, his ginormous breakfast now Continental, rather than cooked.

The Flower Faeries sipped Rose hip tea from delicate china teacups.

Jugs, bowls and glasses of chilled water were set out on the lawn for “the others.”

(Never had the residents been in such need of constant rehydration)....

The Wizard came less to the garden these hot days, preferring to stay at cloud level, or above.

When he did show his face, t’was at night, or break of day.

The Wizard’s forgetful friend had become so forgetful that he could not be trusted to go far from his home.

In the afternoon, the Witch went inside, to potter about the house cellars. There, she rearranged her bottles of homemade wine, did her accounts or researched further obscure, little used spells.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were on holiday, glamping in the faraway hills....


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0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO
Blog article (more) >

by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

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Wildscapes Book  Peter Andrew Jones



“Causal,” was a word that the Gremlin used frequently.

A word he liked the sound of, but knew not its meaning.

Though his comrade in arms wasn’t bothered, but the habit irritated both the Witch and the Wizard, who let him know it.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies rarely listened to anyone, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole kept themselves to themselves - for the most part....

The Cook and the Head Gardener demanded attention, the Flower Faeries, themselves, were flexible.

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat preferred to listen, rarely talked.

The Witch, the Wizard and the Ogre were, for the most part, inclined t’wards leniency.

That is to say, t’was provided that they could chip in with their own point of view, or, best of all, win the argument - every argument.

I kept out of it....

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Dynasty Wars was a beat-'em-up arcade game released in April 1989 in Japan - and in July for the rest of the world - by Capcom, based on a Japanese manga called Tenchi wo Kurau (meaning "The Destruction of Heaven and the Earth"). It is a reconstitution of the battle between the Kingdom of Shu and the rebels of the Yellow Turban, the popular story of Liu Bei and his sworn brothers. The story itself is loosely based on the events of Luo Guanzhong's dramatic novel "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms," which in turn is based on the events and historical battles of real life that occurred during the Three Kingdoms period of ancient China.


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“Come hell or high water,” the Goblin said, “I shall ask the Wizard to take me to the planet, Mercury?!”

His friend, the Gremlin said aught, for he had lately become aware, just how bored the Goblin was, of the routineness, the ordinariousness of daily life in the garden.

The Witch recommended that he speak to the Unicorn, because he might find that the Unicorn offers him a ride, give advice upon the atmosphere, the terrain and their own survivability....

The Unicorn proved approachable, knowledgeable, assisting.

An appointment was arranged with a Space doctor of note, who carried out tests and prescribed a course of preventative medicine.

Time went by, the medicine was finished and then together, they made the long journey and arrived back for breakfast, two/three days later....

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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Torment card -

The Fiery Torch . . . . . .

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The radio in the kitchen was blaring, hurling Rock tracks at me.

I was seated in the breakfast room sipping coffee, after breakfast, which is for me, a time in the day to relax, before launching myself into article writing.


I was forced to descend to the basement, to turn the damn thing off....

The Cook was not in the kitchen, nor the pantry, scullery, or larder.

The kitchen door was locked, so, I re-climbed the stairs to the hall and went in search of the Housekeeper.

She, too, was nowhere to be seen....

Issuing forth to the garden, I saw a group of Staff members standing beneath the Oak,
drinking tea and crossing swords over some subject or other.

I walked across the lawn and interrupted them, asked for the key to the kitchen.

I told the Cook the reason for asking and stomped back into the house.

The Cook followed upon close upon my heals and together we descended the stairs to the basement.

Unlocking the door, we were met by the spectacle of the Elves, Imps and Pixies consuming toast and jam and tossing their leftovers all over the floor....


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"LEGENDARY ART MAGAZINE - SUMMER SOLSTICE 2018 ISSUE
 

Characterisation Invention
Compositioning
Building Brand
Tattoo You!
A Rusty Surprise
Fantasy rooted in Reality
Tales From The Wood
Pictures I miss greatly!
How do you get your ideas?
Where Arthur Pulled The Sword
Decidedly Different Stuff To Do


 
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Heroes & Villains Book Peter Andrew Jones

Sounds of revelry crept up the staircase and drifted along the corridor landing.
Though the door to my bedroom was thick, heavy and closed and I could still hear the faraway sounds from downstairs.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies celebrating the Summer solstice?
Undoubtably...

Yesterday, they’d locked themselves into the stables, leaving them in a shambolic chaos.
No corner had remained fit for purpose.

The stable lads, the Head Gardener, his underlings, too, spent the following two days restoring order and cleaning.

I had to stable my horse elsewhere on the grounds for those two, irritatingly wasted days.

The Witch spent a week in the cellars, inspecting and organising her own, homemade wines.

Bottling, corking, labelling, placing in the wine racks, choosing new flavours and deciding upon “which next?”

The Housekeeper supplied tea to the men in the stables and the Cook supplied sandwiches and
napkins, paper plates and cups.

The more docile garden residents had become irritated beyond expression, for, though
those bad guy Elves were the worst of the bunch, the Imps and the Pixies had almost caught them up.

For sanity’s sake, I decided t’would be best if I removed from the house for as long a time as I could; walking and riding, driving, exploring and visiting our local, excellent, library....

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"LEGENDARY ART MAGAZINE - SUMMER 2018 ISSUE
 

For fans, artists and art enthusiasts.

Techniques, ideas, concepts, questions and answers.

Breaking the rules . . . . . .

 
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Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones



Heroes & Villains Book Peter Andrew Jones

Sounds of revelry crept up the staircase and drifted along the corridor landing.
Though the door to my bedroom was thick, heavy and closed and I could still hear the faraway sounds from downstairs.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies celebrating the Summer solstice?
Undoubtably...

Yesterday, they’d locked themselves into the stables, leaving them in a shambolic chaos.
No corner had remained fit for purpose.

The stable lads, the Head Gardener, his underlings, too, spent the following two days restoring order and cleaning.

I had to stable my horse elsewhere on the grounds for those two, irritatingly wasted days.

The Witch spent a week in the cellars, inspecting and organising her own, homemade wines.

Bottling, corking, labeling, placing in the wine racks, choosing new flavours and deciding upon “which next?”

The Housekeeper supplied tea to the men in the stables and the Cook supplied sandwiches and napkins, paper plates and cups.

The more docile garden residents had become irritated beyond expression, for, though
those bad guy Elves were the worst of the bunch, the Imps and the Pixies had almost caught them up.

For sanity’s sake, I decided t’would be best if I removed from the house for as long a time as I could; walking and riding, driving, exploring and visiting our local, excellent, library....

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First issues coming off press.

Staple gun at the ready.

Binding commences!


 
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Heroes & VIllains Book Volume Two Peter Andrew Jones



Heroes & Villains Book Peter Andrew Jones

Kinich Ahau, the Mayan sun god, had, mysteriously, materialised in the garden.

The residents could feel his overwhelming presence, huddling together for mutual support.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were mesmerised by his august image and the luminous aura surrounding him.

The Ogre, on his way from his home to the garden, felt a gentle pressure upon his back, nudging him forward at a faster gait.

The Flower Faeries were brushing and grooming the Unicorn, though they knew that something extraordinary had occurred.

When their task was complete, they button holed the Witch, who explained the nature of this mysterious visitor.

The Flower Faeries and the Witch messaged the Wizard, with an urgent request that he drop in immediately.

He was busy, came the reply. No time to spare....

The Ogre t’was, who resolved the dilemma of what to do, what to say, what to think....Or nothing.

Add his height, to his build, to his strength and you got a character capable of scaring the crows.

The Mayan sun god stood quite still and watched him approach, seemingly determined to remain where he was.

The Ogre stomped past him, knocking him to one side and stepping on his foot.

The image of Kinich Ahau faded, vanished.
The garden residents returned to their natural daily routines....

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 (going to press now)
 

The ink is flowing.

The binding room is awaiting.

And the post office is beckoning!


 
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My sister had purchased two dogs for companionship, an interesting breed, the Coton de Tulear.

She arrived in her Aston Martin, roared to a halt.

From the back seat issued, 2 dogs, rubber bones in their mouths.
They dropped their bones, sniffed, disappeared in the direction of the garden.

As we stood in the stable yard talking, we heard sounds of barking and shouting.

A crowd of Elves, Imps and Pixies rounded the corner, shoving past us without even a glance.

They barged into the stable/garage, banged the door shut and barricaded themselves in behind a firmly locked door.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole stood contemplating a slug, bound perhaps for the Oak, or, perhaps for the rabbit hole.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat slithered about the pond, rendered muddy and grungy - not for the fainthearted.

To the Ghosts and Spectres, waiting in the wings, the picture was unattractive and worth circumnavigating.

The Wolves and Werewolves were patrolling the parameters of the garden, searching for a Snitchisnoo to clobber before tearing it apart.

The Ogre liked the Snitchisnoo, was suspicious of the ghostly carnivores.
He trod deliberately amongst them in a threatening style.
The hint was taken, the creatures withdrew and the Snitchisnoo  lived on in splendid isolation....

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The residents were partaking of a Garden Party tea, arranged by the Witch and the Flower Faeries - and the Unicorn.....!

When advised of the tea, the Dragon had huffed, puffed and snorted.

He’d so wanted to participate, but of course, was too large.

The lawn had been laid with groundsheets, upon which had been laid, cutlery and tableware, napkins, beakers and delicate finger bowls.

The Flower Faeries served, the Witch cleared away and the Wizard played the fiddle and the mandolin.

He had insisted upon the need to soothe the nervous dispositions of the diverse guests.

The Unicorn drank water and ate an apple and carrot, chomped the grass awhile, whinied contentedly.

He then took off for far beyond the planet Mars.

The Cook had not been involved in the preparation of the High Tea, but insisted upon providing balloons and an especially constructed, Bouncy Castle.

(The Bouncy Castle had been placed in the tennis court, out of harm’s way).

The Summer’s evening sank into night, lights were lit, shutters closed and the groundsheets wiped down, stored away.

The guests drifted home, the Ghosts and Spectres emerged and the night creatures awoke to their own, usual, “day.”

In the distance, the Owl hooted, as he searched for his prey....

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“I am old,” said the Mole, in a whisper, shedding a tear and sniffing.

The Weasel and the Stoat looked to the heavens and shrugged.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat, following behind, nodded their heads in agreement.

The Flower Faeries were singing in the Magnolia tree, the garden caressed by its exquisite scent.

The Ogre tottered tiredly out of the wood, bearing a gift for the Witch.

He’d had a tough night, with very little sleep, wracked by lugubrious nightmares.

The Witch was immersed in casting her spells, which were, momentarily, under preparation.

The cauldron burbled and frothed, the Witch’s cat yawned and stretched.

Her magick wand danced in the grass and her hat bobbed up and down.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had decided to emigrate, just for a day, and took themselves off to the lake, known as Lake Ha Ha or The Laughing Pond.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole spent the morning beside the pond in the wood, gossiping with the Mermaid, between Irish song interludes.

The Queen of Faerie Land and the Queen of the woodlands were to visit on the morrow and would, they knew, expect a first rate crowd and a first rate welcome....

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The garden was in turmoil, the residents adrift.

A wandering Yokai had entered the house and from thence, through the front door and into the garden.

He had stood by the Witch, as she stirred her cauldron, then meandered across the lawn into the tennis court.

The Goblin and the Gremlin steered clear of the visitor, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole lost themselves in the wood.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat took to the fields and the Elves, Imps and Pixies staged a sit down strike.

The Ogre was inclined to ignore it, but the Yokai had other plans.

He’d decided that, in the Ogre, he had found a friend....

Birds of a feather, so to speak, or, the exclamation, gee whizz, golly gosh might well be more appropriate?!

The summer sun warmed the garden, bit by bit and it could be seen that the visitor was becoming uncomfortable.

Approaching midday, the Yokai wilted and sunk to the ground, closed his eyes and gradually melted into the soil....

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The Ghosts and Spectres were spectators at ease, as the ghostly Wolves and Werewolves pursued the Wolf of Zhongshan.

T’was a mythical creature and almost transparent.

The Wolverines soon figured that pursuit was in vain.

The Wolves persevered.

The garden was devoid of night creatures, devoid of night sounds.

The Witch was awake, reclining upon a sofa in front of the fire.

I had permitted her presence.
(She had been of assistance to me in a matter of utmost importance).

The weather of the day was benign, sort of warm.... ish.

The Flower Faeries were sleeping deeply, absorbed in sweet dreams.
Till -
a howl and a whimper disturbed their repose.

Aroused suddenly, sharply, they slipped from their beds, dancing and skittering.
Their anxiety driving them, full speed ahead.

The Wizard landed and messaged the Witch, “Come with me to Camelot. We will travel back through time.”

The Witch sat very still and thought for a moment.
“Shall I, shan’t I? I shall and that is that?!”

The Unicorn was summoned as backup transport, the Dragon came, too, to provide moral support.

The team filed upwards, travelling ‘cross the skies and travelling through time.

Upon arrival at Camelot, the fog was so thick, that, they had need to tread carefully through the white stuff in order to achieve a safe and sound landing....

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“Atishoo, atishoo, we all fall down,” sang the Elfin children.

Their parents applauded, the garden residents scratched their heads, being unfamiliar with the Nursery Rhymes of human childhood years.

The Witch loved composing musical interludes and set to with a purpose, as soon as soon, she’d completed her tasks of the morning.

The Wizard acted always as her fiercest critic.

Ofttimes, he’d add for himself, the rôles of legal advisor and publisher.

The Goblin and the Gremlin read music with ease and could make astute comments on rhythm, tempi and wording....

The Mermaid, too, was a talented amateur composer, but preferred singing the musical works of others.

The Ogre never listened to music and the Elves, Imps and Pixies liked the tunes of yesteryear.

Last, but not least, the Frog, Toad and Water Rat listened to the wind and the rain, the deep rolls of thunder, the Owl and the Nightingale.

The cheep of baby birds, of tempest and of gale.

The crackle of a burning fire, the sound of breaking glass.

When the crows began to caw, it could not be ignored.

Mother Nature’s noises refused be suppressed, gagged, held down, so, the residents of the garden could only practice patience....


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The evening light streamed through the breakfast room window, a crescendo, I felt, in the “not quite summer, summer.”

I was seated at the table, a cup of tea in my hand, scarcely able to discern what lay before me.

A knock on the door was quite unexpected.
I rose and opened the door, to discover the vecchissimo Goblin in the hall.

Seeing my face, he chuckled, rubbed his hands together and pushed past me to seat himself on a stool.

He sat, prim and proper, awaiting my invitation to partake of sandwiches, cake and hibiscus tea.

The teapot was empty, the sandwiches dry and the icing on the cup cakes had melted.

They would have to be chucked.

The Goblin sat composedly, staring into space, till the sun had set and the lights switched on, the table cleared and laid for dinner.

He spoke not a word, then, toddled off and away....

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The garden residents were either asleep or watching television, through the windows of the warm, spacious, Withdrawing room.

The Elves had actually forced entry to the room and were sprawled upon the sofas, the arm chairs and the floor.

No room remained for me, in my own blessed house....

At some point during the evening, the Imps and the Pixies appeared as if from nowhere and plumped themselves down.

They and the Elves then began a campaign to get someone to prepare a large picnic meal for them. And - provide two clean groundsheets, upon which they could spread out to eat in comfort.

I was, by this time, gnashing my teeth and issued orders to the effect that nothing was done for them.

Too few members of staff were still in house, so nothing was done for them, nothing at all.

I had temporarily forgotten that my decision boded ill....

The programme ended and we traipsed off to bed, the Elves, Imps and Pixies to the garden and I to my bedroom.

T’wards the wee small hours of the next morning a bang, crash and clatter, scuttling, penetrating whispering.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were getting their own back.

We awoke to empty shelves, empty refrigerator and general mess, complete mayhem...

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A cavernous rabbit hole came to light in the kitchen garden, when the under gardeners began preparing the soil for planting.

Appearances suggested that a family of storybook animals had, once upon a time, inhabited it.

The Head Gardener demanded that the hole be filled in, but was overridden by both the Witch and the Wizard, who saw it as perfect for use as a burrowing animal’s B and B....

The Hare had a look see, the Mole was shown around.

One by one the garden residents were given a sightseeing tour.

The Weasel and Stoat were not inclined to take an interest and the Frog, Toad and Water Rat could not have cared less.

In the final analysis, (metaphorically speaking), the hole was transformed into a B and B for the many passers through our magickal garden....

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Coffee had been served, the guests were replete, the Queen of Faerie Land’s dinner party was at an end.

The Lord Chamberlain swept forward to clear a path, bowed to his Queen.

He then stepped aside and, as the Queen walked from the room, waved the guests through, by titled importance.

The ladies turned left, t’wards the Powder Room, the gentleman turned right t’wards the Smoking Room.

The Queen, herself, was spirited away to her Castle in the Air, above the perilous quicksands.

The High Sheriff of the Elves was in no hurry to depart, finally setting his compass and going home the long way.

He wished to be quiet, forget the day, lay his head down near dawn, enjoy a delta sleep, rise refreshed.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were already abed, the Flower Faeries sipping Strawberry tea.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had, this day, found a well.

This had proved a boon, secret,silent and cool....

The Wizard hauled them up when they’d finished their bathe, the Witch at a long table preparing their supper snack.

The Owl cast his net over the fallow field under the hill, frightening the night creatures before scooping a prize, a rubber duck?!

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The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat had absconded, gone to earth or, more appropriately, gone with the wind....

The Elves knew full well the reason for their absence, for t’was by virtue of their behaviour that the threesome had vanished.

The Imps and Pixies had been otherwise engaged and were not included in the, lawful, punishment.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole were present, ambling confusedly through the garden to the wood.

They were tired, dispirited, cast down by bad news.

The Mole had been told by the garden’s Elf doctor that his health was deteriorating....fast.

Upon his prescription the words, “forever in bed is the probable outcome,” were scrawled illegibly.

At the end of the day, the Frog, Toad and Water Rat did reappear, just after midnight.....

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Tarantulas everywhere, clouds of tarantulas, scuttering composedly through the garden.

The Goblin and the Gremlin trod tip toe along the path, lest they injure any one of them and
get bit.

The Witch, standing close by her steaming cauldron, poked them away with her broomstick and wand.

The Flower Faeries darted from flowers to Oak, sat upon a branch and shivered with fright.

The Ogre slept, tarantulas or no, and awoke to find himself covered from head to toe
with the nasties.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole took to the back woods.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat headed for the nearby lake.

The Mermaid had gone silent, tight lipped, struck dumb by this horde of tarantulas - swimming?!

The Elves, Imps and Pixies sat in the Withdrawing room, plotting and planning how to get rid of them.

The Flower Faeries decided to meet with the Witch and work out a way to assist in their banishment. Boom!

The heavens opened.
A cloudburst.
Every inch of the garden and its residents was saturated.

The tarantulas were washed into the garden stream.

Doubtless, they’re floating still, down the river to the sea....

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“Cash in hand is what I want,” said the Ghost of True Falsehoods.

“Whatever for?” returned the Ghost of Multitudinous Lies.

“I brought you the winning numbers of the lottery you’d entered. Come on, you owe me....”

“No.”

This episode set the scene for a heavyweight disagreement.

One that would cause ructions in the garden’s social fellowship.

The Elves and the Pixies took the part of the Ghost of True Falsehoods, the Imps that of a new buddy buddy, the Ghost of Multitudinous Lies.

The Wizard stepped forward to act as Referee and was brushed aside as an impediment to a world title wrestling match, metaphorically speaking.

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“Itchy, kitschy, coo
I do not love you,”
sang the Nightingale sweetly,
as he watched the Elves.

The Imps and the Pixies were digging for new potatoes, the Elves were collecting the salady vegetables.

The church clock struck 11pm, then silence.

The thieves continued till the vegetable garden was bare.

The Fireflies sparked, a shooting star blazed and the Unicorn galloped smoothly across the night sky.

The Goblin and the Gremlin sat smoking cheroots upon the wooden garden bench beneath the ancient Oak.

The Owl flew East for a change of scene and hunted for his desired prey swimming solo in the lake.

His eye was caught by tiny wavelets on the water’s surface.

He dived.

When his beak met wet fur, he struck with his beak, received a punch in one eye and returned home to his tree house to sulk....

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There came to the garden a mobile stall holder, selling vegetarian, Vegan, Fruitarian produce.

The garden residents went to town weekly to shop and lunch, or to drink at the pub.
They had no need to shop where they lived.

The Witch could always cast a spell, magicking items unique, to be found nowhere else. And, the Wizard would willingly back her.

The Owl was carnivorous, the Mermaid? No!

That beauteous lady was an insectarian.

The Goblin and Gremlin were true vegetarians.

No way would the Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole struggle to alter their eating behaviours.

The Unicorn snorted when the stall holder approached him and the Dragon roared, breathed fire, blew smoke.

As usual the garden residents remained inalterable in their intake....

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Temperatures had dropped, though t’was nearly mid summer’s day.

The Flower Faeries had yet to wear their, this year’s summer wardrobe.

The Witch was attired in a summery outfit, with the additional warmth of an Angora wool cloak.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had, only recently, ordered summer suits, shirts, socks and gaiters
from their favourite “Goblin and Gremlin Men’s Wear Shop.”

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat wore what they stood up in.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the elderly Mole enjoyed decking themselves out in Plus Fours, Golfing shoes, waistcoats and flat caps.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies donned for the most part, this and thatsies that clashed one item with t’other.

Occasionally, they did make an effort and the effect was impressive....

With the Unicorn’s routine you are already familiar....

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The Mermaid was singing a song of yearning, a yearning for the deep, saltless Sea of Whispering Tides.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were drawn thither, curious to know where this sudden longing had sprung from.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were already with her, waiting for a suitable pause in her outpourings before asking.

The Mermaid sang on, the song gradually drifting into melodies of the seas, the rivers, the oceans.

By the time she’d ceased, her visitors were asleep....

The Witch and the Wizard were, early on, too busy to talk, but did bother to visit when their spells had been sent.

The fire was out, the cauldron emptied and clean.

The book of spells, the wand and the Witch’s hat were tightly secured in a magickally padlocked, cupboard.

The Mermaid had never been to the Sea of Whispering Tides, but she had dreamt dreams of its pure waters, its beauty, its song.

Deeply affected by so vivid a dream, she could only choose to cry or choose to sing.

Singing was more to her liking than crying, so she’d hummed beneath her breath till she’d remembered the words of melodies about the rivers, the oceans, the seas....

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“Cantuccini biscuits are what I fancy,” said the Goblin to the Gremlin.

“Where would we find any?” replied his friend.

The Flower Faeries, perched upon a soft leaved bush, twinkled and tinkled and thought for a second.

After due reflection, their eyes shone with “we know ness.”

“We’ll teach ourselves to make them. Ye shall have a batch for tea.”

The Witch stepped in with the offer to assist, or, simply, conjure a packet out of thin air.

She lent a hand....

Tea was served when the light showed t’was the hour.

A slight cooling, less sky blue.

Pink, yellow, lilac and translucent green supplemental.

The music was hush, the cutlery winked, the plates, cups and mugs had been washed, dried and polished to sparkling mirror sheen.

And

The Queen of the woodlands and temper tantrum arrived in her Lung Shen Dragon - drawn, chariot....

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A Dire Wolf, a Dodo and a Sabre toothed tiger were skulking menacingly near the garden gate.

The Ghosts and the Spectres felt no fear at all.

These creatures were extinct, human beings were not - yet....

The garden’s creatures of the night hesitated to venture near.
Would that mean being eaten, chomp, chomp...?

The ghost from the house came out of the front door, drifted down the stone staircase and over the lawn.

The virtual sword that he wore was drawn in readiness to confront any person who attacked
him.

The Dire Wolf and Sabre toothed Tiger, bared their teeth in anger, the Dodo appeared confused, out of his depth.

The Witch, sensing danger, shook off her bedclothes and dressed, grasped her wand and a heavy stick, made her way to the Oak, assessed the situation real quick.

She uttered the words of a long ago spell.

A flash and a whimper, a brief flash of light and the intruders turned tail and vanished in a puff of smoke....

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The ghost of the long ago Admiral of the Fleet floated through the garden, hands upon sword.

With the absence of a ship, canons and crew, he felt out of place, stripped of a command position, and a reason for being here....

The Witch acknowledged his, very evident, distress and discomfort and hastened to discuss with the Wizard, now restored to her “good books,” the possibility of remediation by magick spell.

The confab took time as two points of view set in stone, usually equals lengthy argumentation and sharp disagreement.

T’was a fair while before a decision was reached and they knew for certain what do and when to do it....

Some days later, the three crossed paths once again, a spell was caste and the Admiral got his ship and a crew.

They ply the Lake at Bala, canons in action, noise, smoke and flame, thunderous cheers, but - consternation is rife amongst the Lake Bala resident population....

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The Elves and the Pixies were strumming their mandolins, the Imps were playing recorders, the Flower Faeries singing.

The Witch, this morning, had put her spell duties to one side and was sketching the scene in quill pen and water colour.

The water colours could alter their constituents to order: oil, acrylic, water colour, poster paint or
easy clean, lockable mixtures for children.

The Wizard visited briefly, examined her efforts, then swept away eastwards to his next appointment.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole sat upon the garden bench, discussing their trip to exoplanet, Proxima Centauri b.

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat suddenly erupted from the depths of the wood, hopped, skipped and jumped and plunged into the garden pond.

They paddled and dived until outta gas, came ashore, fell asleep and did not reawaken for the whole of the morning....

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"EN PLEIN AIR"

En Plein Air painting trip.

You can read a contributing article  on our local Church Stretton town website here >

https://www.strettonfocus.co.uk/articles/those-long-ago-days-poem-by-deborah-susan-jones/

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Heroes & Villains Book Peter Andrew Jones

The Wizard, that day, had a tale to tell, his travels through Earth’s atmosphere reigniting pre history memories.

He’d recognised prehistoric viruses, insects and bugs in multitudinous numbers.
Rulers of Earth, dominant, all powerful.

Epochs, Eras, years, months and days.

Hours, minutes, seconds and milliseconds.

The Wizard knew every timescale ever invented, but he knew that, time was a man-ufactured concept and did not exist.

The Witch and the garden residents knew it, too.

The Dragon and the Unicorn just were.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Kein Problem, I’d say....

The Cook and the Housekeeper moaned about their ages, clutched banisters and walking sticks to underline their suffering.

Kept working, kept toiling.

The Mouse, the Spider and the Fly blanked out of the subject were mentioned as did the Weasel, Stoat and Mole.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat thought zero about it and the Elves, Pixies and Imps expected to outlive the future....

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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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The Flower Faeries were perched upon flowers, wondering whatever they were to do next.

The Unicorn was resplendent in gold, silver and turquoise, their “gardening” duties done, their sewing completed.

The Goblin and the Gremlin watched as they flitted to and from, kitchen garden and wood, garden gate to Oak tree.

The Unicorn had stayed only for his wash, brush and grooming.

He’d be back after nightfall, with a friend, t’was understood....

The Weasel, the Stoat and the slow moving Mole, pottered about the garden, drinking in the scene and greeting friends and acquaintances.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were away with the Witch, well watered, expectant, excited, buzzing.

Behind them sat the Witch’s cat, before them, her hat and wand.

They kept their heads slightly raised, their eyes tightly shut, feeling the wind whistle across their moist, lycra like skin....

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“Do you run for charity?” a friend asked me pointedly.
“No.” I replied. “I run for fun and to keep up my stamina and endurance....”
And lately, I had added stretching and improved flexibility.

The fitness routine that I followed lasted, give or take, 1.5 hours.

The Housekeeper had broached the subject of hiring a fitness instructor, who’d teach 2-3 classes for Staff every week?!

(Would they swallow that? Would they have the time? I, for one, certainly would not).

The Elves, Imps and Pixies would doubtless decide to interfere - with knobs on!

The Goblin and the Gremlin has their own fitness routine, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole merely meandered.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat dived and sprint swam and the Mermaid spent each day and sometimes nights alternating between swimming, sitting/resting and sleep.

The Ogre tired easily, so he resented anything other than a slow walk through the fields or the short walk from home to venerable garden Oak.

The Ghosts and the Spectres were interested only in being carried on the wind.....

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Heroes & Villains Book Peter Andrew Jones

Kaedyn, the glowing sea turtle had drifted up river, found a stream, turned left.

The detour took him through the wood to the garden pond.
The pond water wasn’t salted and the sea turtle underwent an allergic reaction.

The sloshing and sploshing so intrigued the garden residents that, in short order, the pond was surrounded with expectant faces.

The Witch was drawn thither, wand tucked into her cloak pocket.
Her tall pointed hat was askew, her cat clutched to one shoulder.

The Wizard had sent her instructions in the art of formulating spells, without recourse to a spell checker or a respected author of spell books.

The Witch had read the instructions, followed them and watched proudly as the spell rocketed skyward.

It burst into showers of searing luminosity, but woe betide, just as the Unicorn entered Earth’s atmosphere.

The Unicorn received burns, his wings badly blistered.
His mane and tail would take months to grow back.

The Witch was so shocked that she broke her wand in two, burnt her hands on the cauldron and
screeched blue murder.

She sent a telepathic message to the gone away Wizard, forbidding him to land anywhere near cooee distance of this magickal garden....

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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

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Heavy Snow . . . . . .

 
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The Spider, the Mouse, the Fly and a moth had ventured outside.

The weather was benign, the air softly moist.

They kept themselves to themselves, (apart from the Fly), and had chosen a part of the garden hidden by bushes.

Time passed, the silence deepened.

Then....

From the kitchen came the sound of argumentative voices, of sharp disagreement verging upon stormy.

The Fly was not phased, the moth could not hear, but the Mouse and the Spider were shocked into action.

From serene and laid back, to ruffled and agitated, t’was time to return to the attic, they decided....

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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

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The Evil Sky . . . . . .


 
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Barnaby Crunch, the tomato eating Hooch Pooch, was regaling the garden residents with blogger blather nonsense.

The Elves, the Imps and the Pixies lay upon the grass and dozed.

The Goblin and the Gremlin day and looked bored.

The Flower Faeries wriggle and twitched and the Witch turned her back and consulted her spell book.

The Ogre snorted and snuggled as he slept.

Occasionally, the noise interrupted the “Barnaby Crunch monologue.”

Relief.

The Magician floated down to the lawn on his magick carpet and wondered.

The Witch approached the translucent Ghosts and Spectres, the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines, to request their support in ridding the garden of a boringly voluble Hooch Pooch.

The Wizard walked slowly in her wake to lend her support and, if necessary, help.

The Hooch Pooch was unaware of their presence and continued blithely to reiterate, reiterate and ....ribadire.

The Witch stood in front of him and muttered a spell, poked him on the nose and waved her wand.

There was a brief hiatus, a puff and a pop, then the humble bumble Hooch Pooch was duck shot from the garden to Tipperary....

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"PLANNING THE UNPLANNED COMMISSION . . . . ."
 

Not my usual sketchbook.

Not my usual drawing pad.


Not my typical project.

Nice! (to experiment!).

 
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Willoughby the Worm wriggled and squirmed across the damp, verdant grass of late spring, early summer.

He was shielded by the grass and therefore vulnerable to being kicked or trodden on by the garden residents.

The Goblin and Gremlin were apt to meander, head bent, forehead wrinkled.

T’would be likely they’d notice the worm and avoid it.

The Flower Faeries flew, rather than walk and the Weasel, Stoat and Mole would doubtless kick it sans paying attention.

The Frog and the Toad hopped and Water Rat trod lightly, leaving the Elves, Imps and Pixies to spoil the plot....

Inevitably, they did.

Waltzing over the lawn, singing and laughing, they missed the small, brown, invertebrate animal....

Alas, alack!

Willoughby, the worm, found itself submerged, deep beneath the rich, heavy garden - for soil read, mud....

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"UNPLANNED COMMISSION . . . . ."
 

Yes, alright, I admit it . . . . . . . . .

It's a request for a tattoo design !

 
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Simulacra - Goddess of The Birth Moon Peter Andrew Jones

The Dragon flew over the garden, flapped his wings.

The smoke from his nostrils showed grey, white and blue.

He headed west to a secret Dragon’s garden of rest, where he had hidden the virtual skull of a
beloven Wizard friend.

He washed it and dried it, polished it painstakingly.

It shone dazzingly grey in the late summer sun.

Replacing it upon its tree trunk pedestal, he dusted and tidied the Dragon’s garden of rest, filled it with sweet peas and peonies, myrtle and forget me nots.

He carried the duster, the pan and brush and mop to the tall, narrow cupboard carved
into an Oak, looked around to check that all was present perfect, returned to the garden, flew off to his home....

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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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A turtle dove was cooing in the venerable Oak tree.

The Ogre was asleep upon the grass beneath, his breathing in harmony with the natural melody of the soft, understated, sound....

The Goblin and the Gremlin were dancing a jig, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole conversing
in whispers.

The Flower Faeries had gathered together the tools with which to wash, brush and groom their beloved Unicorn.

The Unicorn arrived before his usual time, so desperate was he to replenish his energy.

He chomped and he munched, he munched and he swallowed, till the short grass of the lawn had been shaved almost down to its roots....

The Witch and the Wizard were collecting together her spells, her spell book, her wand and her hat.
The fire was out, the cauldron cooling.

When t’was cool, the Ogre would empty the liquid on to the lawn and carry the cauldron to its specialised store cupboard.

The Wizard spent the greater part of the day in the garden, the Witch travelled north on the fleet footed Unicorn which had been decked out with Flower Faerie refinement and style....

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The Spider, the Mouse, the Fly and a moth had ventured outside.
The weather was benign, the air softly moist.

They kept themselves to themselves, (apart from the Fly), and had chosen a part of the garden hidden by bushes.

Time passed, the silence deepened.

Then....

From the kitchen came the sound of argumentative voices, of sharp disagreement verging upon stormy.

The Fly was not phased, the moth could not hear, but the Mouse and the Spider were shocked into action.

From serene and laid back, to ruffled and agitated, t’was time to return to the attic, they decided....

Debbie & Peter







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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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Tales of Shattered Earth Peter Andrew Jones

The Cook was quizzing the Head Gardener and his underlings as to what the Elves had been up to the previous evening.

“The garden’s a mess,” she said, “What’s been going on?”

“Three guesses,” he replied. “What would you suggest?”

“Lock them securely behind iron clad doors, throw the key in a drawer. Walk away, and away without telling anyone.”

The opportunity never arose ‘cos the Elves were too astute.
Too astute, too cunning, and over the top, wily....

The Ogre was rapidly learning new skills from these characters.
The Owl used his behaviours for the most part, upon his prey.

The Head Gardener had hurled abuse at everyone and everything, before going into the greenhouse and slamming the door.

It shattered....

I had words with the Head Gardener, told him that, “He who breaks must pay for that item’s replacement....”

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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

And . . . seen again, in Stafford . . .

I still have no idea why angels have serpent tails?


 
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“The day after yesterday is today?” asked the Fuchsia Toad.
“Yes,” replied the Frog, who looked askance at his guest.
“Even in this Kingdom of Fantasy, Myth and Legend nights follow days and days follow days.”

The Goblin and the Gremlin, the Water Rat and Crumble Cheese, a visiting friend and Moon resident, were discussing wishful thinking.

Though logical and studied, their argument became ever more confused, hog tied in words.

The Witch had noticed in recent days that the atmosphere in the garden had become increasingly clouded by ill considered, outdated, battened down, opinions.

Could it be changed?

The Ogre wouldn’t alter a smidge of his behaviour, the Elves, Imps and Pixies would build on their worst.

The Goblin and the Gremlin assumed they were nigh perfect and the Witch would brook no adverse criticism whatsoever.

The thought never entered the minds of the Flower Faeries and the Weasel, Stoat and Mole were just themselves.

So, too, were the Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat.

The Cook switched between calm and overwrought in snap time and the Housekeeper was fast becoming of like personality.

Both blamed the hysteria upon the trickery and deceit of the Elves, Imps and Pixies....

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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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The Caterpillar and the Millipede were progressing titchy titch across the lawn.

The Worm passed him on the inside and put him off his stride.

The Weasel, the Stoat and their boon companion, a Water Vole, Sebastian, were headed t’wards the garden pond.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat beat them to it, water flying everywhere,

I’d encountered the Ogre hours before and now, as he’d eaten brekkie, he could smoke a cigar. I offered him a gargantuan, Cuban cigar that I’d purchased from the Newspaper shop in our local town.

The Witch had commenced her spell making in good time that day and was busy gathering herbs from the vegetable garden.

The Wizard could be seen travelling swiftly through the Egyptian Blue heavens, upon the pink, gold, mauve back of his magical Unicorn.

The Dragon flew below them, his wide reaching wings creating a down draught that caused the garden residents to reach for the nearest available, handy, grip....

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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

As ever, intriguing Pagan carvings, in a Christian Church.


 
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Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones

The Hare stood stock still, looking round, nose a’quiver.
The Rabbit hopped past him, disappearing under a hedge.

The Owl was asleep, the Elves in the Tennis court, the Goblin and Gremlin playing Badminton, with refinements?!

The Flower Faeries has been able to wash, brush and groom the Unicorn.
Such relief they felt; at last....bingo!!

The Ogre shuffled on to the scene après breakfast and the Weasel, the Stoat and the elderly Mole were preparing a light meal with plenty of Faerie coffee to wash the food down.

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat were gossiping with the Mermaid, beside the crystal clear waters of the pond in the wood.

The Witch has packed her bags and was sorting extras to take with her on her, much delayed, holiday.

The Wizard had requested that he accompany the Witch to where ere she wished to go.

Betwixt and between them, they even managed to include the Witch’s Spell book or tome.

The cat and broomstick had decided to go, too.

The dogs, still full of energy, sniffled and snuffled about the garden.
The cats lay upon the stone steps, sunning themselves contentedly.

The Cook was preparing salads and fresh bread, the kitchen too hot for oven or stove top cooking.

The Head Gardener and his underlings worked hard and worked long, cups of tea a’plenty issuing forth from the kitchen.

Dreams in a spider web....

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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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A shooting star blazed briefly, sparked out.

The Orange moon shone fitfully, through the rain filled clouds.

The night creatures were mesmerised by the beauty of the scene, craning their necks to obtain the best view.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had deliberately stayed awake, the desperately tired Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole endeavoured to do so, but had to surrender.

They lay down where they stood and slept.

The Witch slept in the greenhouse, the electric fire turned down low.

The Wizard rode ‘cross the heavens in his flying horse drawn chariot....

The Cook and the Housekeeper were long gone home and the Head Gardener was asleep in his village tied cottage.

In the attic, the Spider, the Fly and Mouse were chitter chattering in their own way as they rushed back and forth....

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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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Heroes and Villains Volume one 1 Peter Andrew Jones

The itinerant Toymaker had entered the garden at half past the hour of 3 o’clock in the morning.

He had brought with him a horse and cart, loaded with toys, books and games.

His cart served as a toyshop and a “buy refreshments here,” stall.

The little ‘uns formed a queue and would not budge an inch 'till their parents relented and took out their purses.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole chuckled and smiled.
The Frog, Toad and Water Rat laughed and croaked.

The Witch’s imagination was sparked by the picture of the little ‘uns clutching their parent’s hands and jigging with impatience.

The Unicorn trotted earthwards and, seeing the children, offered to give them a short ride should they so want.

The day ended on a high note, a children’s party upon the lawn....

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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

Wonderful stained glass windows !


 
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The cows in the field, released from barn imprisonment were bucking and running, trotting ast....running.

To breath fresh air and taste new grown grass!

I was walking the dogs in the fields beyond the garden, filling my lungs with fresh air and unkinking my brain.

The Witch had not risen by the time I went out, an unusual occurrence, so - what had
she been doing?

The Wizard has not now visited for several days.
The Unicorn had called in briefly, with scarce time for a brush and a groom.
The previous night the Ghosts and Spectres had wafted restlessly here and there and around about, trailed by the ghostly Wolves, Wolverines and a group of visiting ghosts.

The Owl had returned with a teensy weensy portion of supper, locked himself in his tree house and sulked.
The Faeries of the Night, taking pity upon him, filled in the void.

The Queen of the Night, a very rare visitor, had been espied galloping across the heavens in her star encrusted chariot.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were nowhere to be seen, having cleared off pre dawn, rucksacks on their backs.

The Goblin and the Gremlin, invited to a picnic at the local fish farm, we’re dressing for the occasion in wellies and raincoat.

The Flower Faeries, feeling redundant, turned their skills elsewhere, tending the bushes, plants and flowers and doing what they could to the stunning flower beds.

And the vegetable garden would on be resplendent with vegetables, herbs and edible flowers....

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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Torment card -

The Invaders . . . . . .

 
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The garden spun, the trees shook, the night life turned, twisted, somersaulted afore the Ogre’s streaming eyes.

He had attended a formal Ogre’s luncheon, consumed too much moreish alcohol and felt out of sorts and distinctly wobbly....

The luncheon ended, guests departed and the Ogre was left on his own, bereft of support?!

With unusual grit and determination, he managed the journey back, promptly collapsed and slept, slept and slept.

The garden residents circumnavigated him as best they could, some blown off course by the force of his stertorous snores.

The Unicorn came by before dawn, replenished his energy and disappeared before the Flower Faeries could gather themselves together....

Things to do, places to go!!

The Witch and the Wizard had wandered off to the river to sit on the grassy bank and discuss whether to believe the saying, “discretion is the greater part of valour....” yea or nay?

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat sat in the pond side mud, alternating between sunning themselves and swimming against the tide?!

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Lethal Lightning . . . . . .

 
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The Moon and the Stars and the Milky Way were lit....

These lights of the heavens must surely denote some sort of carnival....

I repeat....surely?!

The Mole rolled over on to his back and gazed wide eyed at the densely dark night sky.

His companions tonight were the Weasel and Stoat, the Rabbit and Hare, a Glow Worm and from afar, a Nightingale chanteuse.

The Owl prowled the back woods, the field beyond and returned with more than his beak could transport.

He winged his way back to the garden, flip flap, settled upon his branch and dropped the entire takings....

The Witch did cryptic crosswords leaning against the Oak and the Goblin and Gremlin followed suit, gave up and opened their well thumbed easy crossword book.

The Unicorn and the Dragon dropped in for a rest before vanishing into the scarce lit beyond the horizon.

The garden slept....

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"THE VIEW NEAR THE STUDIO"
 

Memories -
1999; of a morning walk, when we first set up the current studio.

Painted in response to seeing this just a few hundred yards from the studio.

One of my, then, early morning walks to explore the surrounding near areas.

 
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The Housekeeper was weeping with exhaustion.

The Cook was fuming distracted.

I wondered....

The Head Gardener wandered through the garden, head in hands, wondering what on earth he could do to trap the Elves.

In the house, the kitchen, pantry, larder were empty - a mess.

The staircase was strewn with debris and the library.... unprintable!!

I was beside myself with fury and frustration.

So much so that my work was dropped like a hot brick.

Instead I took the car and went for a drive.... fast.

Later that day I returned and found that the house was once again shipshape and the gardeners working themselves ragged.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had made themselves scarce and kept themselves well hidden for a whole week....


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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

Interesting relief painting with Gold Leaf aspects.

And (see previous post on 5th when I asked >

"I have been unable to find out, why, lecterns in British churches are eagles?
If you know, please inform me.
"

The answer is >

"The eagle is the symbol of John the Evangelist who spread the word of God. Also it was thought in those days that the eagle flew the nearest to Heaven."
(Thank you Barbara in Birmingham!)


 
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Heroes and Villains Volume one 1 Peter Andrew Jones

The Witch had had her wardrobe completely overhauled.

The next step was to enjoy a facial, manicure and pedicure and a change of hair style....

(The wardrobe overhaul was the second this year!!)

The Unicorn was fretful, could not keep still.

He longed to be off, travel the globe....

The Goblin and the Gremlin were definitely more lively.

They'd slept like logs, risen with the sun.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had remained close by the pond, not wanting to dry out and shrivel to skin.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole had temporarily disappeared, their whereabouts unknown.

(They were actually down a rabbit hole, reading the local newspaper).

The Ogre was once again a full resident of the garden, wandering in before brekkie and sleeping through till tea.

The Wizard whizzed in, the Wizard whizzed out.

His forgetful Wizard friend kept him busy, busy, busy.

Rush, rush, rush ....

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Homage to Dali (sort of).

 
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The Unicorn was late!

Why ever was that?

His sense of timing must have gone  down the chute....

The Dragon had flown over the garden real early and the Unicorn was usually hot on his trail.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the wilting Mole, were sitting at the edge of the wood in the shade.

The Flower Faeries were holidaying in a hillside cave, with every luxury and comfort laid on.

They had instructed the Faeries of the woodlands in the art of brushing, grooming and styling the Unicorn.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had played darts until late and were, so to speak, overpowered by lethargy.

Yawning prodigiously, they managed to stumble their walk.

The Witch and the Wizard were composing an operetta, using magickal spells to speed the process along.

The Ghosts and Spectres had gone to ground,

endeavouring as best they could to keep chilled.

The Cook opened the ice block to any garden creature or character who wished to make an ice pack or  suck ice cubes.

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The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

This is reminding me . . . .

I need to get moving on my Summer Solstice drawing for my magazine,
(and buy candles in for a magic spell to celebrate the Sun!)

Only 46 days to go until the Sun is at its highest point in the sky . . . . .


 
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My nephew was reading "The House at Pooh Corner."
A trifle young for him, I thought, but  each to his own?!

He was here for a break from whatever his job, the nature of which he never fully explained.

"The" girlfriend was otherwise engaged....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were sunbathing on the lawn.

The temperature had been rising steadily all morning.

The Goblin and the Gremlin, perambulating around the garden had, perforce, to step carefully or risk being tripped up.

The Cook was  preparing a picnic for myself and my nephew to eat on the lawn or "somewhere else."

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were gone to the beach, armed with plenty of water and a parasol each.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were at the pond in the wood, preparing to spend the day swimming and resting.

The Mermaid had gone to Lake Bala to chill.

I reckoned that, by late afternoon, I'd be ready to take to the road - at speed....


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Vermilion Sands

Cover for J.G. Ballard's novel.

Panther Books 1975 Created in 1974).

 
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The church bells tolled, the church clock bonged.

The sky was cloudless, the breeze serene.

I sat behind my office desk and wondered if I'd skip the writing.

Sorting through the "today's to do's," I drew a blank for these were now, now's....

The Cook produced a shopping list that stretched from here to far Bombay.

The House Keeper took, read it and postponed her countless duties for that day.

The housemaid could not possibly do the additional tasks that fell her way.

She cried and wailed until I phoned a "Daily cleaning Staff" Agency.

The Elves, the Imps and the Pixies took full advantage of the situation.
They played all sorts of jokes and tricks, which upset the usual and additional Staff.

The day turned south and became a day of look behind you, mind your step....

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I have been unable to find out, why, lecterns in British churches are eagles?

If you know, please inform me.


 
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The Dragon flew over the garden, low....
His wings touched the tree tops, his long body cast dark shadows.
Momentarily the sunlit garden was plunged into night once again.

The garden residents watched the shadow as it moved across the garden, looked up to yell greetings.
Too late.... but they did see the Dragon stream away to the north.

The Unicorn arrived in style, wings sparkling in the sunlight.
He alighted and trotted t'wards the pond.

His thirst must have been fierce for he gulped the water as though he'd crossed the desert without recourse to an Oasis.

The Witch, needs must, approached the Unicorn as he drank to request a lift to an island t'other side of the globe.

The Flower Faeries skittered and danced and performed aerial somersaults.
Summer was on the horizon, olé, toot toot....

The Goblin and the Gremlin were dressed in summer fashion, light jacket, thin socks and thick soled sandals.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had risen early this day.
They were presently swimming in the lake a short distance from the house.


The Wizard visited briefly just after breakfast.
His forgetful Wizard friend was in hospital and had insisted he stay until his friend was restored to health.

When the Flower Faeries had groomed and dressed the Unicorn, the Witch and the Wizard claimed their ride upon the Unicorn's broad back.

On the morrow I, too, would claim a ride across Space....
About time, do you not think?


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Stained glass windows and organ
.

 
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My nephew had arrived accompanied by his girlfriend, who raced horses for a living.

This intrigued me because my nephew wasn't interested in the country, countryside, walking or hiking.

They settled into the snug self contained flat in the house's annex.

They expressed little desire to remain much at the house, expressing their preference for driving, shopping, visiting and riding.

Their stay proved fair bunkum.

They were fussy and demanding, which annoyed both the Housekeeper and Cook, but I betook myself to the attic to write, research and amend....

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A miniature drawing for page embellishment in upcoming book . . . . . .

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Opening the curtains I perceived....

a pink, blue, mauve sky and a glimmer of sunlight.

I opened the window and breathed deep, stretching my arms, lifting my ribs and yawning hugely.

Looking over the window sill to the garden below, I sucked in my breath and let out a bellow.

The Elves were in the process of breaking a window to crawl through the hole.

I was certain t'was to trash the dining room, (the sitting room, also)?

I leapt down the stairs and crashed into the dining room, shouted at the Elves and threw a regular strop.

They stared at me uncomprehendingly, then rushed to the open door and out into the garden.

I watched and waited for their next move and noted that they pulled their sling shots from their pockets and commenced a fight back.

Result?

The greenhouse was wrecked...

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Fortuitous was the day I drove to Brands Hatch, for an old, old friend was also there that day....

We greeted one another warmly, chatted to sold out.

An hour later, we were, in the ballpark, running au courant.

He offered me an invite to motor the track. Drive?!

T'was to last the full course of that unforgettable race, at "old racing" speed and wearing "old racing gear."

We hired the helmets, the goggles, the jackets and returned to Brands Hatch to walk the circuit and check that oil, petrol and tires were adequate, appropriate and stored "quick change."

The weather was dry, cool. In essence, Springlike and the garden residents pottered - enjoying the reprieve.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were playing their favourite game, Leap Frog.

As day turned to evening, they had increased the stakes to Hop Scotch and Poker.... and betting....

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A miniature drawing for page embellishment in upcoming book . . . . . .

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The Head Gardener was watching, "Love your garden" on Television.

He wished very much to add a je ne sais quoi to add spice.

He assembled his crew and, armed with cups of tea, they sat in the kitchen and had a lengthy debate upon the subject.

The Witch knocked on the door and asked to join in.

She had finished her spell making and put out the fire to leave herself free to lay forth her ideas and suggestions.

The Flower Faeries were feeling renewed and invigorated. The Unicorn was the happy recipient of their creative imaginations.

They tinted his hair a faint creamy yellow, combed his mane and tail.

Braided his tail, trimmed his mane and shaped it, before weaving Aquamarine gemstones through and through both.

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En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

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Interesting pew carvings.


 
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In the Realm of Cosmology there dwelled an illustrious Wizard.

There was nought he couldn't achieve and his spells were blue ribbon.

Rarely off target, rarely injurious.

The word "Magickal" best described the Cosmological landscape.

His home was a Castle, servants had he none.

A Butler, a Housekeeper, a Head Gardener and back up, a Cook and a Secretary he permitted?!

Our Wizard he knew and approved of, the Witch he had met but once.

The Realm of Cosmology ticktocked along from epoch to epoch, era to era....

No garden resident had ever visited the erudite land of Cosmology....


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Another interesting formation of branches.

Definitely urging me to use in a painting!


 
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The Ghosts and Spectres were enclosed in virtual, pliable  sheets, twisting and weaving to the rhythm of the wind.

The Elves were abed, over the top tired from cheating at Poker, Chess and Bowling.

The Imps and the Pixies had forgone that pleasure and were playing a game of Skittles, instead.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were reading my newspapers, nestled snugly beneath the throws tossed higgledy pigledy over the Library leather sofa.

The Witch was in the wine cellars reading her Spell Book and sipping Moët & Chandon champagne, which she'd magicked to suit both her palate and thirst.

The Wizard most assuredly joined her there, 'cos the bottle was empty and stood outside the locked wine cellar door....


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Torment card -

Deadly Snow . . . . . .


 
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A day off - I cannot believe it!!

I sat on the bench underneath the Oak and smoked an Havana cigar.
The smoke drifted lazily upwards.

An enormous achoo! rang out from above me. Of course!
The Owl....

I stubbed out the cigar and rose to my feet, wandered to the garden gate and strode down the path.

My walk lasted all morning and when I got back, the garden was a battlefield of us versus them.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had extinguished the fire burning bright beneath the Witch's cauldron.
The magick potion within was ruined, no spells were cast.

The Witch was hopping mad, the perpetrators long gone, headed for the hills a great way off....

The Goblin and the Gremlin sat in the garden gate, debating as to whether or not they'd give the garden a miss.

The Ogre slept through the drama, the Flower Faeries disappeared into the wood.

The Frog, Toad and the Water Rat crept over the grass, dived into the pond and swan till exhausted, crashed and snoozed.

The Cook issued forth, armed with a bucket and chucked dirty water into the air.

The Housekeeper spent the morning organising the household, after which she left the house to do bits and bobs of shopping.

For some days the garden residents avoided meeting the Witch and the Unicorn touched down briefly, with no time for grooming.

C'est la vie....


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The crops are growing, farming needs attending to.

So, traffic can get heavy, alongside the studio . . . . . . .


 
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The Mermaid was awake and buzzing at 2 am upon the day in question.

She washed her hair, nowadays golden brown in colour and searched through her designer fish tail collection searching for a tail which felt smooth, comfortable and ego boosting.

She chose a hair band of gold, earrings of gold leaf and hummed, and hummed and so on and so on....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were grouped themselves around the pond, strumming their guitars, their banjos and jazz violins.

Even the Ogre felt jolly, uplifted and the Flower Faeries hopped, skipped and danced from flower to flower.

The Witch had built her fire in step with rhythm, set it alight and placing her cauldron dead centre filled it.

The Wizard swept in upon his magick carpet.

Jumped off and strode determinedly t'wards her.

He bothered not to keep his voice down, bellowed and shouted about?

No one knows what....



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"TALES FROM THE WOOD"
 

As seen, out in our magic studio garden . . . . .

A frozen moment, among the many tumultuous events of the day !

 
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Questing and travel and expeditionary forays were the ardent desire of the youngest Elf child.

He read book after book about mysteriously lands and islands, peninsulas, their languages, customs, social etiquette, characteristics.

Their costumes, their music, their food, their way of life.

These things were of burning interest to both himself and his mind.

The other garden Elves, Imps and Pixies could care less....

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were talkers, not great readers.

They talked, they debated, they argued, they pondered.

They walked and rested, explored and remembered.

The Ogre's brain was empty of all but himself.

The Witch traveled widely.

She enjoyed the experience, but t'was to go to the aid of those in need or ill.

The Wizard swept through Space upon his magick carpet, only descending to Earth should he espy or sense, an ugly situation or one needing sorting....



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Simulacra - Goddess of The Birth Moon Peter Andrew Jones

The Racing Pigeon was flying low, fast and blind, 'cross ocean and sea, estuary, then following the slow flowing river inland.

Resting awhile upon a new planted tree, the pigeon swayed and fell.
He was too plump and heavy for the delicate albero....

Traveling. Traveling. Determined to deliver this urgent message.

He landed at night fall, settled, fluffed his feathers.
In the garden, there was a creature to whom t'was directed.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were napping beneath a bush.
They heard the flutter of wings and the sound of soft cooing.

They stirred, the Flower Faeries yawned, the Weasel leapt to his feet, his friends stretched and went back to sleep.

The Witch was, in fact, the recipient.
She tore open the envelope and perused the contents.

Summoning the Wizard, she requested a lift upon his speediest, most biddable, magickal carpet.

The Wizard complied, summoned the Unicorn.
Side by side, they coasted southward t'wards Earth and the Witch.

Upon landing, they hesitated for scarcely one second, before taking off, flying low to the Land of Mendelssohnia....


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The Ogre had re established his warm day routine and was working his way through a lavish cooked breakfast, prepared by the Witch.

The Flower Faeries perched nearby so as to be ready to serve him or fetch something more, should he ask for an extra.

The Unicorn had flown south, washed, brushed and accoutred, to bring back the Elder Goblin from
Long in the Tooth Land.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were out on their bicycles, traveling ponderously slow along the country paths and byways.

The Witch had taken the skyway to Beyond the Clouds Spaceland, to minister to a sick Alien who had telepathically sos'ed her.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were practicing their Archery and Fencing with an experienced instructor, who'd brook no bad behaviour.

The Ogre snored peacefully, the dogs avoided him, the Cook stood at the kitchen door fanning her hot, red face.

The Dragon flew high over the garden, blowing smoke through his nostrils, ears flat to his face.

I locked myself into my studio/office and sat down to write several articles upon handmade paper, both quickly and fluidly.

Twilight was falling when I rose to my feet to stretch, take a walk and smoke a welcome cheroot....


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The Witch had found and retrieved, the Elves stolen hoard, hidden under the floorboards of the upstairs hallway.

She packed every item into her back pack, carried it downstairs to the garden and collected her broomstick.

The market was in full swing as the Witch touched down, but she found the stall holders delighted to have their stock safe and saleable.

The Wizard arrived in the garden  early, just after dawn, relieved to find himself with a week free of responsibility for his forgetful Wizard friend.


The Mouse, the Spider, the Fly and a wasp were playing skittles, in a manner of speaking....

They had decided to bypass the kitchen, because they knew, that a). the cats were asleep under the kitchen table and b). The Cook was expected shortly and would, without a doubt, use her, ever handy, can of fly spray....liberally.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had wandered upstairs and were ensconced in the bedroom next door, doing specially adapted crossword puzzles and playing Noughts and Crosses....

The Ghosts and the Spectres had drifted elsewhere and the ghostly Wolves and Werewolves had gone a' hunting.

The Owl was asleep and the Crows had yet to arrive.

P'raps they would not?



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The Queen of the Faeries was  dining in state with the Queen of the woodlands and the Faerie Queen, Goda.

The evening had commenced on a menacing note, though Godda's manner had seemed natural, self composed, serene.

Their Highnesses never forgot their royal positions, versus....

Goda, who remembered always that one's status in life was dependent upon the good will of "those under" one's leadership.

The birds of Rhiannon had persuaded the Faerie Queen to allow them to sing in our winter-spring garden.

Singing their hearts out, t'was easy to realise this was their heartland, mysteriously magickal,

The arrival of the Queens of the Faeries and of the woodlands, of their retinues and hangers on - and of the Faerie Queen, Goda,

electrified the atmosphere and showers of tinsel, sparkles of Faerie dust illuminated the scene and warmed the still too cold, air.

The night wire on, night life followed day.

The Unicorn made landfall, the Owl hunted, the Witch slept on her laurels....


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The Flower Faeries were sewing light summer dresses.

The weather was tropical, sunburnt skin was a no no....

The Ogre wore a sun hat, a vest and shorts.

His knees occasioned derisive comments from the Eves, Imps and Pixies.

Their knees were in miniature, tiny and knobbly.

The Ogre's were hillocks in comparison.

 T'was mild enough to wear pretty much anything if you wanted.

The Goblin and the Gremlin wore dark glasses and hats, treading the lawn in bare feet....Bliss.

The Witch had risen in the early hours when the air was cold, cold, managing to organise her magickal spells in a lump and get them sent quickly and direct to their destinations.

The dogs were afield, the cats under the Oak tree.

The Cook was perspiring profusely in the baking kitchen.

I went for an early walk and took photographs....



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HAVE to do a drawing of this, just got to!

Or, better still, a watercolour.

Just look at it = LIGHT = a painter's gift!

 
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The Ogre was elated.

He'd been promised his own Unicorn!
An Ogre size Unicorn....

He could hang on to the Unicorn's neck for dear life, grip the Unicorn's sides with his heels, wear a crash helmet, knee pads,  gauntlets and riding boots.

Day followed day. Where was the Unicorn?

According to the Witch, a search party had been dispatched to outer Space to locate the creature and bring it here.

As time passed, the Ogre descended into a depression.
Nothing he wanted ever materialised....
Wrong!

One golden morning, a dark shadow betokened an arrival.
The long awaited Unicorn flew in on the breeze, alighted.

The Ogre was asleep, had to be roused.
He woke when prodded and growled balefully but the sight of his Unicorn restored him to rights.

He got to his feet and lumbered over to "have a look."

Pleasure suffused his face, he patted the Unicorn and hauling himself up, he gripped on to a powerful neck.

With a buck and neigh, the Unicorn lifted off, taking the Ogre up, up, up, up way above the clouds....



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A working mill - since 1086 !


 
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Heroes & VIllains Book Volume One Peter Andrew Jones

The ghostly Wolves and Wolverines were skulking, eyes narrowed, fangs bared, venom rising in clouds from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail.

The Ghosts and Spectres circled and weaved, Coursing through trees, bushes, the greenhouse, the garden shed and kitchen garden wall.

The Elves felt confusion rising in their breasts, a rare occurrence.... 

But not unknown?!

The Weasel, the Stoat and aged Mole were skirting the lawn, leaving room for the Spaceship hovering some thousand feet up.

The Unicorn scruples not to wander the garden, munching the grass and tearing at his hay.

The Witch and the Wizard, the Flower Faeries and Imps, the Pixies, the Frog, the Toad, the Water Rat and Witch's cat were skyboarding through the heavens, goggles protecting their eyes and safety harnesses holding them firm.

I groomed my horse, saddled and bridled him and set sail for the hills.

The sun shone, the landscape glowed.

The horse accelerated to a gallop and the breeze drifted and eddied.

I got home to find the Housekeeper rowing with the Cook.

Why? Why? Why?

What have I done to deserve this?


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The kettle was whistling, the boiling water evaporated.

The Cook was upstairs, ranting at the Housekeeper.

So furious was she, that paying close attention had been sucked out of the window.

The Imps took this freely given opportunity to steal into the kitchen and hijack every box of long stemmed matches.

They hared up the staircase, out the front door to where they had constructed a bonfire.

March after march was lit. No result.

The wet weather and 'fire no light' were joined at the hip.

The Elves had spent the night celebrating the Elder Imp's 120th birthday and were winding down slowly and heading for bed.

The Owl was cleaning his feathers and eating a, well earned, midnight snack.

His night hunt for prey had been A1 successful.

The Flower Faeries were brushing and grooming the Unicorn.

For afters, they had chosen a violet hair spray, Topaz gemstones and Amethysts to be threaded through mane and tail.

They'd polish his hooves, give him an apple and wish him Godspeed as he flew east to Loch Diffident....

The Goblin and the Gremlin were to accompany him thither and the Witch would follow upon her magickal broomstick....


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"Carry me home...."
 sang the Goblin sotto voce, "Home to Ireland, where my heart still resides."

The Gremlin hummed softly, rhythmically in unison.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were replenishing their energy, energy ill spent on the previous evening.

The larder, the pantry and the kitchen had been stripped bare. Shattered glass and china stippled the stone floor.

The Cook threatened, once again, to resign her position.

The Housekeeper and house Staff kept silent, lips sealed.

The Weasel, the Stoat and their friend, the Mole, were creeping through the new cut grass, anxious to avoid both the Elves and the Ogre.

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat took a detour, avoiding the garden pond, in favour of the Mermaid's pooI.

The dogs, taken "walkies" early, were scooting around the garden and in/out of the wood.

The day had begun in earnest....


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T'was Saturday half day closing in town, so the Elves returned early, to spend the afternoon sorting, and grading, their ill gotten gains....

They'd been extremely lucky, extremely astute, collecting a treasure trove of valuable items which could be sold, no problem, no problemo.

The Imps and the Pixies had gone to the races.
They had Grandstand views from beneath the Course fence....

The Witch had flown westward upon her magickal broomstick, armed with her wand and a pocketful of tailor made spells.

The Wizard was absent, being profoundly preoccupied by the antics of his friend.

That morning had been particularly trying, his forgetful friend having injured his right shoulder in a fall.

The Unicorn had breezed by, been brushed and groomed and was gone, resplendent in emeralds, his coat tinted olive green.

The Flower Faeries were resting and sipping rose hip tea.

Their schedule had been hectic these few days and they wished against wish that their holiday were closer....

The Goblin and the Gremlin?

They were gone to play golf.

The Ogre was snoring the morning away....


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"You're tempting fate or brainless if you try to put a hand into my pocket and "lift" my purse or thieve my wallet.

The Elves would lief distract likely victims oft, oftentimes, ofttimes and often.

Their t