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Peter Andrew Jones produced the cover art for The Unholy City book. And this art is sober: a reptilian seems to be an obligatory meeting and the (faced) reader feels himself in the captain’s flesh and bones, confronted with the horrifying creature. In its background, it seems, is Heilar-Wey beyond the ruins of what had been an inhabited forest. The shades of yellow and orange bring art the desert climate that Butch Malahide seems to go through with his captivating companion. The little animal that resembles a dinosaur well represents what the reader can expect from the narrative: uncertainty, or rather the certainty that surprises await him!

This cover art was used for Roleplayer Independent magazine’s #6 issue, as I reviewed last month.







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His books influenced fantasy writers such as Ray Bradbury, Arthur Calder-Marshall, Tom Reamy, Peter S. Beagle, Jonathan Lethem, and others. Some of his books appear in A Reader's Guide to Fantasy (1982), Fantasy: The 100 Best Books (1988), Magill's Guide to Science Fiction and Fantasy Literature (1996), Fantasy and Horror (2009) and The Cambridge Companion to Fantasy (2012).

Finney passed away on April 16th, 1984.

In his book The Unholy City there are the wanderings of Captain Butch Malahide in a strange hostile land called Heilar-Wey, in which he is by himself after the accident of an airplane in which he is the unique survivor. In time, he meets a rather peculiar gentleman named Vicq Ruiz, a man exiled in the neighboring town. Unknown regions, bizarre places, fantastic parts also make up this narrative. It is a surrealistic and parody fantasy of modern life.

The Unholy City is an eccentric book that probably will not please anyone who is looking for science fiction or fantasy, because its plot borders the absurd and various marks of humor are present in it.








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1975
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16 x 24 inches
Oil & acrylic on canvas textured board

Charles Grandison Finney was born in Sedalia, Missouri, on December 1st, 1905. He was an American news editor and speculative fiction writer, great-grandson of the evangelist whose full name is identical to his own. Finney’s first novel and most famous book, The Circus of Dr. Lao, written in Tientsin, won one of the first National Book Awards as the most original book of 1935.

Finney served in China with the 15th US Army Infantry Regiment (E Company) from 1927 to 1929. After the Army, he served as editor of the Arizona Daily Star in Tucson, Arizona, from 1930 to 1970.
Some of Finney's text productions, with manuscripts, correspondence, and photographs, are in the University of Arizona's Main Library.







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Apparently, according to Pinterest, this is also "Vintage"!

And, it too, was one of the earliest covers I created.

I was still at St Martins School of Art at this point in my career.
(Which wasn't even a career then).

Rendered in Gouache and oil paint (how's that for a combination of technique?!)

While the art director was looking at it (stood against a radiator) the heat from the radiator dried out the water-based paint (that I'd laid down over the oil) causing the sky area to shatter and so deposited flakes of black from the sky onto the carpet!

And the art director's comment?
"Oh, sorry about that, Peter."

I spent the weekend fixing it . . . . . . .

 
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The Unicorn had offered the Flower Faeries a lift to the outreaches of Space, to include flying visits to
the multifarious other Universes.

The Witch was an expert on travel through time and her knowledge of the Cosmos was ever growing, expanding.

She’d also been well tutored by the Wizard and Sky Witches.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were presently studying; the stars, planets and other components of Inner and Outer Space.

They, too, would have appreciated a lift “up there,” but weeks of intense physical and mental preparation would be required.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had been with the cow when she shot into Space and jumped over the Moon.
They’d very nearly tumbled from her back, to be forever trekking rearward, abaft.

The Elves, Pixies and Imps had decided that I should purchase a Space Craft for their exclusive use.

T’would cost a pretty penny and demand acute attention to the many safety aspects and to its, very demanding upkeep.

I said nothing.

All I could do was I hope against hope that they’d quickly be distracted by something easier to possess.... 

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So cold today, it, temporarily, froze some of the garden residents.

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Tomasina, the Tigwort, was coming to tea with the garden residents, the Wizard and his forgetful friend.

His friend’s name, we’d lately been told, was Timofei Timur Rotislav, the Magician.

He hailed from the backlands, shrouded in mystery, population tiny, landscape divine and had met our Wizard at a long ago conference.

They had become fast friends, travelled through Universes, worked together, worked alone.

The forgetful Wizard had aged badly and, over time had required, ongoing care and attention.

Our Wizard found this difficult, being essentially a loner.

At times tempers frayed, words were exchanged and each went his own way till he’d simmered down.

The Flower Faeries were garden based, so, too were their friends.

Every resident had his, or her daily routine.

Wouldn't take kindly to hitting a detour.

What to do . . . . . . ?


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Apparently, according to Pinterest, this is "Vintage".

One of the earliest covers I created.

You can't even buy the brand of paint I used any more!

 
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The Flower Faeries had been offered a warm room in the basement as their domicile for the increasingly arctic winter season.

Each morning, I locked myself into my attic office/studio or worked at the desk in the Library.

The Elves, Pixies and Imps had been banned from the house, the open fires burned throughout the day and the hours, I thought, passed in a flash.

The house ghost occasionally came downstairs to converse and had recently shown me a secret room unknown to me.

It was tiny and cramped, but had the space to store food and drink and warm blankets.

Porcelain chamber pots would have been an absolute necessity, as would a screen behind which to be private.

Despite the infelicitous weather, I went for a ride every morning, except for those mornings after a storm.

T’would have been far too dangerous, with the ground too muddy, too slippery....


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Given to me by a friend who works in a charity shop.
Somebody had donated it to the shop.

Management decided they could not sell it to the public, because it was in a lead tube.

Indeed, this tube is ancient, dating back many, many years, possibly even decades.

I recall, as a child, buying this very brand of paint, in a well known art shop in Camden Town in North London, with my pocket money.

I am going to frame it and hang it on the wall in the studio.

Memories . . . . . . .

 
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I had mislaid my, indispensable, mobile phone, though, I wasn’t sure that was really the case.

The Elves had been rummaging through my bedroom and thieving small odds and ends.

The Pixies and the Imps were now otherwise engaged, serving apprenticeships at the market town’s busy gas station.

The Unicorn, washed, groomed and elaborately coiffed, paraded through the garden - show-off.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were in the greenhouse playing “Snap” and the Ghosts and the Spectres in the garden shed, employed in nothing.

The Witch and her cauldron threw off light, heat and smoke, the smoke enveloping the breakfasting Ogre.

He complained loudly and long, until the Witch threatened to deny him that repast.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat, the Mermaid and Flower Faeries had removed themselves to the impenetrably lonely Lake Bala.

The Wizard was bored.

He’d been looking after his friend, who, had become so forgetful that he’d forgotten the seasons, the days of the week and why he was here in the first place - in toto....


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Nada de sombra e água fresca!

SUNRISE VALLEY

No shade and fresh water!


 
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It was the Cook’s birthday and celebrations were in train.

A marquee had been erected in the garden, food prepared by an invited chef and drinks donated by the local wine
merchant, tea house and coffee merchant or pre prepared by the Flower Faerie skilful pâtissières.

The Elves, Pixies and Imps provided the background music and the birds of Rhiannon sang.

The festivities continued till day turned to night and I was given a late supper served in the Library.

In the early hours of the morning, I was woken by a crash.
Falling out of bed, I rushed to the door.

On the staircase were the Elves, laughing and joking and strewn upon the hall floor were the remains of a tray and an inherited and treasured, set of expensive antique glassware.

The House Keeper was there, wringing her hands and wailing.

(Too exhausted to go home, she had been given a warm, empty bedroom to sleep in, replete with en-suite containing a jacuzzi.

I sat down hard upon a stair, put my head in my hands.
This was a step too far.
The Elves should be banished.

The following day, I asked the Witch, “Could she have a look see at the damage and tell me truthfully whether she could restore this prized inheritance to its original form?”

The Wizard was summoned and his forgetful friend and together they researched appropriate spells.

The Wizard’s friend suddenly plonked down upon the wet grass, rubbing his hands talking what sounded like gibberish.

A faint tinkling sound, a click, click, clack and a swish was heard by the House Keeper as she passed through the hall whilst “doing” her rounds.

She crossed the hall, climbed the stairs - no shards, no splinters - and saw the tray, with upon it, the set of immaculate antique glassware.

And,

I can tell you that the set now reposes in the bank vault or strong room in town....

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Art, apparently, and "a board like mine".

(According to another e-mail I received this morning).

Originally conceived in 1979 as the cover for Solar Wind (before Protector chosen).


 
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No one knew why, but for some reason, the Witch was off to the as was, supercontinent, know to us now as Gondwanaland.

The Goblin and Gremlin would have loved to accompany her, but, were presently preoccupied writing their memoirs.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had gone to Lake Bala, a favourite haunt, where various relatives of their’s resided.

The Mermaid had yet to go there, because there had been nobody to arrange suitable transport for her.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had received an invitation to bring their sproglets to a superior Elfin Theme Park.

They were not enthusiastic, for t’would mean that time for creating mayhem could be severely curtailed.

The Flower Faeries were busy putting away the various paints and tools which had utilised to decorate the Unicorn.

Today they had tinted his hair a cool magenta, plaited mane and tail and threaded through them, sapphires, opals and amazonites.

Stunning....

The Cook had put aside a whole day for cooking and she felt limp with relief to see the back of the Elves, never mind that it was for a short while only.

The Ogre spent the day sleeping, despite the chill, so relieved was he to get out of the house.

The Spider, the Mouse and the ever active Fly, remained out of harm’s way in an attic room....

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As the Acer tree begins to shed its' leaves, garden inhabitants become visible to all.

(It distracted the Postamn this morning!)


 
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The Elves, the Imps and Pixies were having porridge for tea.

They hadn’t fancied it for breakfast, but a craving had grown, intensifying by the hour till it became too demanding.

Something hot and energy sustaining was most definitely necessary.

The Witch was drinking hot chocolate, the Goblin mulled wine and the Gremlin consumed a blisteringly hot toddy.

He did feel that an unwanted cold was just round the corner.

The Flower Faeries were sipping cups of delicate China tea, in a Wendy House beneath the Oak, especially constructed for them.

The Cook was in the kitchen chasing the Mouse and the House Keeper was unravelling the household accounts.

The Head Gardener pottered, assessing, plotting, sketching his plans for the spring/summer plantings.

The Owl slept, the crows cawed harshly and the birds of Rhiannon flew high above the garden on their way to the fair Kingdom of Wales....


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"New ideas for you in Science fiction art"

(According to an e-mail I received this morning).

Art for Orphans of the sky by Robert A. Heinlein - 1975 Panther Books

 
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A legendary Wolpertinger materialised through the garden’s translucent, not oft lifted veil.

The Wolpertinger had dedicated its life to exploration, had travelled the globe clockwise and back again.

The Flower Faeries it allowed to perch upon its shoulders, the Ogre it greeted, the Elves it ignored.

The Imps and Pixies received a curt nod and the Goblin and Gremlin were shook by the hand.

The Witch offered him a bowl of gut warming gruel and a place by the bonfire, to watch her cast spells.

The Mouse, Fly, and Spider were in the attic with their friends, a moth, a Lilliputian woodworm and a stick like daddy long legs.

The House Keeper was inspecting the attic rooms, to ascertain which, if any, required a clean or repair.

The Wolpertinger had decided, or was acting by instinct and entered the house, ascended the stairs.

It was, at this precise moment behind a tall screen in the same attic room as was the House Keeper.

When she turned her back on him, he came out from behind it and snorted.

The House Keeper was effectively blown out the open door.
She ran helter skelter down the staircase, into the kitchen.

So overcome was she that the Cook brewed her a cup of strong tea and patted her hand till her breathing stilled.

The Wolpertinger, meanwhile, was on its way downstairs....

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Observing the options for the autumn palette again.

(whle making more fresh oil paint and tubing it.)

Stunning "advancing" bright yellow-greens and "mid-distance" darker, blue-er green
s, and the muted and darker browns as a backdrop, all available to the eye as one walks from the studio to my regular morning En Plein Air location, where "work is a plesure".

 
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A bull had escaped and was roaming the countryside, the farmer in hot pursuit.

I failed to see that a fast moving Land Rover could do other than infuriate the animal.

The local bus, brought abruptly to a halt, when the bull crossed the road in front of it, had both headlights pierced by its horns and the mudguard wrenched from its moorings.

He evaded capture for most of the day and the light was beginning to fade when, a visiting cowboy, staying with relatives, approached in a real banged up vehicle.

Seeing the bull, he stopped, took a rope from the back seat, got out and, quick, quick, neatly, lassoed the, now very hungry, animal.

Leaving the car unlocked, he walked back to the farm, pulling the bull behind him....


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A riot of Autumn colour.

The resplendant Acer Tree.

And a view, of the hills that King Caractacus reigned over . . . .

 
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The sun was bright, and, if you walked directly into the fierce shafts of natural light, you were blinded unless you shaded your eyes.

The garden residents were all out in the garden, even the Ogre was present.

He was ensconced upon his groundsheet, surrounded by cushions, awaiting his feast of a breakfast.

The Witch was preparing a repast big enough for four people, knowing well that he’d consume every scrap.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had divested themselves of, their thick sweaters, scarves and gloves.

They felt lighter and freer and, as a consequence, they walked faster and with greater aplomb.

The Flower Faeries today, went to town with the Unicorn’s grooming and the Witch, after breakfast, had a field day sending spells.

The Wizard visited to see what was what and the Dragon was seen to wave a talon, as he flew high over the sun filled garden.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had a whale of a time splashing about in the overflowing garden pond.

The Ghosts and the Spectres had faded into translucency and the Cook spent the morning complaining.

The Queen of the woodlands came to call and, whilst there, issued an invitation to the residents to a cocktail party at her castle.

Thus the day finished upon a high note and the residents went to bed still full of good cheer and bonhomie....

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The Icy Ridge . . . . .

 
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An elderly lady in the garden?
From where had she traveled?
Her clothes were torn, and dirty, her boots worn right through.

Her face seemed familiar, though.
Had I seen a portrait?

She dragged her feet, limped slightly, so I went out to meet her, to invite her inside to rest.

She stared at me and I stared at her, till, a light went on in my memory and I realised who she was;
Blanche Parry.

Blanche Parry had cared for Elizabeth 1 since childhood and eventually became Gentlewoman of the Bedchamber.

She conversed hesitantly, head bent, as though embarrassed.

I had difficulty convincing her to come inside the house and repose herself.

Once inside the house, she relaxed and slept deep.
When she awoke, she was ready for tea and sweet meats.

Of teeth she possessed few, which were black and broken so, the Cook served her a repast that took account of this fact.

She stayed a long while in a room in the attic.
Initially, she could not fathom what a bathtub was, let alone a toilet.

By the time she left, she was fully conversant with life in the fast lane that is the 21st century and our reliance upon all the latest mod cons....

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The Beacon . . . . .

 
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The Witch was at market, replenishing stocks of herbs and spices, food stuffs and flowers.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had rented a stall, selling secondhand clothes and unworn shoes, especially purchased suits and coats, scarves and gloves.

(The price mark up on these goods gave both of Goblin and Gremlin a substantial profit).

The Flower Faeries visited the market once each week for fun, but occasionally to assist the Witch, when she rented a stall.

(Her income required replenishing, from time to time, too).

The Unicorn flew in, the Dragon hovered, the Elves, Imps and Pixies performed a Morris dance or played rhythmic, carnivalesque music.

The Wizard oft arrived upon his magick carpet, expecting to join his friend, the Witch.
However, t’was rare that a space wide enough was available.

Market days were popular, crowded, noisy.

Only the Elves, Imps and Pixies could put the stews on....


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Contemplating the autumn palette.

Time to chose some further colour inspiration, make some fresh oil paint, and tube it.


Our Sorbus hupehensis 'Rosea' -
(Rowan tree)


This range of tone & colour could be nice for rendering backdrops in scenes, secondary elements, or, for lead elements in more subtle, gentle, interior book spreads perhaps.

Anyway, I like the muted subtlety on display.

 
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The garden was asleep, it’s residents inside their, unserviced, apartments.

The Ghosts and the Spectres had retired to the woodshed and lit a virtual fire to warm their translucent bare feet.

The Cook had chosen to stay here, reluctant to face the lengthy bicycle ride home.

The Housekeeper had had to do so in order to feed her two cats.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were bored, however.

Bother the weather. Bother the winter.

Think.

What’d be a novel new slant on how to enjoy themselves, whatever the circumstances?

The Owl perched behind closed a door, his dinner beside him.

He had eaten most of it and was debating whether or not to finish it.

The creatures of the night had made a entrance earlier, but decided that a cosy warmth was preferable.

The stars, billions of light years from Earth, shimmered in faraway splendour....


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"IN THE STUDIO TODAY"
 
Contemplating the autumn palette.

Time to make some fresh oil paint and tube it.

I like to ignore (there's a surprise) the "traditional" palette layout and make a set of colors tat reflect the time of year, and this is the first consideration for this year.

I like the vibrancy and contrast between the reds and the green (which would work nicely for foreground elements in "advancing temperature  in a picture) and the muted and paler pink and biscuit-brown and lemon-green for use as mid-distance colour and tine and, perhaps, very dark green and red for far distance in a scene.

All hypothetical of course, until one actually gets down to exploring possibilities in the painting itself.

Watch this space!

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The Unicorn had come into land too sharply.
He must surely have been over tired or distracted.

He hit the lawn at an awkward angle and stumbled, knocked his nose upon the hard earth, snorted, angrily, whinnied.

The “alarm bells,” so to speak, went off in the garden, the residents surging forward to provide first aid, if required.

The Witch hesitated for a moment, then strode across at the double to feel the Unicorn’s legs lest one should be broke.

The Goblin and the Gremlin heaved a sigh of relief, recommenced their walk, the Elves, Imps and Pixies sat down hard, head in hands, eyes closed.

I was told of this mishap after breakfast when, I went out for a breath of fresh air and a stretch.

The Hare was a visitor, so too the Rabbit and the Ogre remained snugly warm at home, huddled in an armchair afore the fire.

The Cook, when told, brought out an apple and carrot, patted the Unicorn upon the nose and stroked his ears.

The Flower Faeries did manage to wash, brush and groom him and threaded his mane and tail with diamonds and sapphires.

The Wizard arrived t’wards eventide and brought news that the Unicorn had sustained no injury.

He’d been seen bucking and kicking and galloping full speed through space....

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Autumn skies.

Love the variation in colours and the streaming light.


 
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Assailed by plenitude, assailed by riches, assailed by winning the Fantasy Land Lotto.

Such was the dream that was dreamed by the Elves, the copycat Imps and Pixies.

The word “assailed” would have sounded too harsh to most ears, but summed up their dream thinking exactly.

The Goblin and Gremlin had, on occasion, purchased a ticket and the Weasel, Stoat and Mole once each per year.

The Ogre would not have properly completed the ticket and the Witch could simply magick untold wealth.

The Mermaid had no idea what was material wealth and the birds of Rhiannon lived surrounded by it.

The Wizard, like the Witch, could conjure “the necessaries,” so, aside from the Owl, who lived by instinct, the residents wished for this, that or t’other.

One bright December morning long long ago, the Witch had desired great wealth.

She had conjured a treasure trove of monies, gold, silver, copper, bronze and platinum, too.

But -

in the darkness of a moonless night, strangers, it was thought, had broken in by stealth.

They had trashed her dwelling, and found the hidden vault, stealing every coin, every piece of the precious metals....

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Autumn skies.

Love the variation in shapes and tones.

 
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My sister was cock a hoop, full of bonhomie.

She’d “come into money” and was now able to purchase a two bedroomed apartment in a Georgian country mansion.

The mansion had once been owned by the family of her bestest friend, once rich as Croesus, now down on their luck.

She’d continue to keep her horse here, the mansion stable block now garages, but she would have her own patch of,  beautifully maintained, garden to enjoy.

She’d arrange for the removal of her furniture et al when the paper was complete and signatures exchanged.

She came down to see me, staying only a day and promised a longer visit when she’d moved in.

(Oh dear....)

The Goblins and the Gremlin came to see me, as did the Witch, the Wizard, the Cook, the Housekeeper the Head Gardener and, later, his underling assistants.

They wished to be reassured that in times to come, my sister would want and be permitted, to visit more often.

I could reassure them because, she’d be commuting to her job daily, by car.

The drive there and back would very much exhaust her, sans aucun doute....

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"IN THE STUDIO TODAY"
 
Printing presses rolling!

HEROES & VILLAINS Volume 1

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The Mermaid was reclining upon a rock beside the pond, combing her hair, singing softly to herself.

The Goblin and Gremlin and their Hobgoblin friend, Werymn, were perambulating slowly through the dripping, slippery leafed wood.

A witch of the wood appeared from nowhere, her arms laden with artistically chopped fire wood.
She nodded, a brief smile and turned left, striding purposely t’wards a hidden tree glade.

Behind her flew a retinue of Faeries of the wood.

The friends walked on to the fields beyond, stopping briefly to exchange pleasantries with friends and acquaintances: a group of Elves, Imps and Pixies, a six legged mare, a long legged boar and a fox with two heads.

Upon reaching the fields they found themselves accosted by a creature of unspecified origin.

It resembled a huge slug, with crew cut hair down its back.
It’s large eyes had no lids, it possessed no mouth and it’s nose was at the end of two stalks.

By the time they were back in the garden, the friends felt that they’d traveled the globe.
Had met some extraordinary characters and were ready to confront even the Elves....

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Autumnal colours, fragrances, temperatures and atmosphere.

Hibernation beckons.
Mother Nature offers to us gifts from her treasure trove.

Our pagan ancestors were intimate with Mother Earth, with the heavens.
They sowed and reaped and harvested, grew herbs.
Prepared their own medicinal remedies.

They hunted, fished, cooked, sang, danced.

Life was short, often dangerous, laborious, so they celebrated all in all, as much as could be fitted in.

The Seasonal Equinoxes, special days, the sun, the moon; a plethora of gods and goddesses are but a few examples.

And, they offered sacrifices.

There were autumn fruits and autumn herbs, autumn vegetables and autumn spices.

Gold and red, brown, green and russet.
Maroon and washed out blue and violet.
Harvest colours for a festival of thanksgiving.
A time to dress in bestest finery and fabricate elaborate headwear.

The foundation stone to all of this was, celebration, praise and worship....

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Purple, red gold, orange, yellow, green brown.
Summer fades into Autumn, a time for roasted chestnuts, conker fights and falling leaves.

So, the Spring and Summer Equinoxs are long passed, time to reap the harvest.
If you stroll in the countryside on a still afternoon, you might well get the feeling that pagan gods are abroad.

The other day I was walking in the wood through deep piles of wet leaves, clambering over fallen branches and jumping rushing streams.

I encountered three witches and a variety of woodland faeries, small wild creatures and small woodland Elves.

Of Unicorns and Wizards, Imps and Pixies there were none.

I threaded my way through beds of stinging nettles, brambles, heather and wood flowers and found a quiet glade where I could sit down in the dry and rest and write.

A rustle alerted me to an unknown presence.
Looking up, I perceived a small rose bearded dragon.

It looked at me and I looked at it. We waited.

I pretended to feel calm and collected. Lowered my gaze and continued writing.

The red bearded dragon sidled near, poked its nose into the notebook and squinted at its contents with shortsighted eyes.

Picking up a pencil with his teeth, he began to sketch strange characters upon a fresh page.

With a pinpointed talon, he flipped the notebook into my lap, flared his nostrils and waddled away.

The article I wrote, with the accompanying dragon sketches was like nothing I’d done before or did afterwards. My agent believed none of it.

Did those who read it?

No idea....

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We were in clover.

An Indian summer?!

With global warming, our temperate climate was kaput and, in its place had arrived - tempestuous storms, tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, blistering heat, hunger, disease, ruined crops.

The garden residents and household staff were lucky, I thought, ‘cos our local weather was passable.

Besides,  the Elves, Imps and Pixies had been given personal modes of transport, Elfin cars, motorbikes and bicycles.

In addition, they’d been the recipients of a bus donated by the local public transport company.

The Witch had recourse to her broomstick, if necessary and most of the garden residents used public transport, anyway.

The Ghosts and Spectres simply wafted upon air currents and the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines used their feet.

The Wizard had his carpet, the Goblin and Gremlin took the bus or hitched, a lift with the Cook and/or, the Housekeeper.

The Head Gardener and assistants arrived by bicycle and the multifarious visitors by magick....


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Cosmopolitan Angus was recovered, had returned to the land of his birth.

The garden residents now expected a State Visit by the Queen of Faerie Land.

Her Lord Chamberlain had announced the good news and laid down certain strictures.

The garden residents’ attire must be neat, clean and tidy, their hair must be washed and combed through.

Their teeth must be gleaming and last, but not least, their finger nails, if any, cut and polished.

The day of her visit dawned golden, however, at midday the sky darkened ominously.
The rains fell.

No message came through to advise of a postponement.
But the residents durst not abandon their shelters.

The Queen drove into sight, saw no crowd to greet her and commanded her driver to stop.

Stepping down from her carriage, she stamped her foot in anger.

Her royal wellie, unfortunately, hit a puddle and her purple cloak was splashed with mud.

The situation worsened when her bodyguard surged forward and, adding insult to injury, muddied her face, cloak and gown.

They found their pay pockets severely diminished...

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The music of the cantata, “Carmina Burana,” was bliss to my ears, because, the past 2 weeks had very nearly brought on a jolly hockey sticks, nervous breakdown.

My sister had turned up without telling me.

The Cook had contracted flu and the Elves, Imps and Pixies had achieved the impossible by breaking into my car, starting up the engine and driving it straight into a wall.

They had sustained no injuries, but, the damage to the car was incalculable.

To add insult to injury, they’d broken a window and emptied the larder of food.

No thought of a short break had occurred to me.

I was perfectly happy writing articles.

These events changed my mind and I did book a long break; a fortnight in Andalusia, where
the mountain air, the sheer peace and tranquility would surely be most beneficial....


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The Goblin and Gremlin were undertaking an exercise class.

The weather was raw and the friends felt as though, if they didn’t, they’d turn into glaciers or statues of ice.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies spent each day in the house, the attic rooms, the kitchen, larder and pantry.

The Cook had had to be bribed to accept their presence and the Housekeeper soothed with more biscuits.

The Flower Faeries settled for an empty guest bedroom and the Witch, for an empty wine cellar.

The Unicorn seldom entered the house, the Dragon was far too massive.
The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were asleep, as you know.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat preferred the outdoors.

The Wizard, when he visited, wore an heavy cloak, with hood, thick gloves, goggles and boots.
The Owl had his own ways to keep warm.

The temperatures, they had been warned, would deteriorate further.
That’s too bad, they thought with regret...


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Frederik George Pohl, Jr. was born in New York on November 26, 1919 and died in Palatine on September 2, 2013. He was a writer and publisher of North American science fiction.

When he was a teenager, Pohl, Donald Wollheim, Isaac Asimov, Damon Knight, Cyril Kornbluth, Dirk Wylie, Dick Wilson, Jack Robins and Dave Kyle co-founded the group called Futurians.

Pohl began writing in the late 1930s, using pseudonyms for most of his earlier works. His first publication was the poem "Elegy to a dead satellite: Luna" under the name of Elton Andrews, in the October 1937 issue of Amazing Stories, edited by T. O'Conor Sloane. His first story, a collaboration with C.M. Kornbluth called "Before the Universe", appeared in 1940 under the pseudonym S.D.
Gottesman.

Pohl began his career as a literary agent in 1937, but it was a secondary activity for him until after World War II, when he began to work on it full time. He eventually "represented more than half of the successful writers in science fiction," but his agency was unsuccessful and closed the list in the early 1950s.

Pohl ceased to be Asimov's agent - the only one he had - when he became editor in 1939 to 1943 for two magazines: “Astonishing Stories” and “Super Science Stories”. He was also co-founder of the Hydra Club, a collection of science fiction professionals and fans who met in the late 1940s and 1950s, and worked as an advertising copywriter, writer and book editor for Popular Science. After the war, Pohl began publishing material in his own name and in collaboration with Cyril Kornbluth. Pohl was a frequent guest on the radio program of Long John Nebel, from the 1950s to the early 1970s, and an international speaker.

From 1959 to 1969, Pohl was editor of Galaxy magazine and his sister – Carol - of IF magazine (winner of the Hugo Award for three consecutive years). Frederick's works got to him three Hugos and three Nebula Awards, plus a Gateway, a Memorial and a National Book Award. He eventually became a Nebula Grand Master in 1993 and a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame in 1998. He later also won the J. W. Eaton Lifetime Achievement in Science Fiction from the University of California in 2009.

In the mid-1970s, Pohl acquired and edited novels for Bantam Books, published as "Frederik Pohl Selections". He has also edited several science fiction anthologies. At that time, it had resurfaced, publishing books like Man Plus and the series Heechee. With Gunn in 1975, he set up the Gunn Center for the Study of Science Fiction at the University of Kansas, where he presented many lectures and served at the Intensive Science Fiction Institute and Writing Workshop on Science Fiction. From 1995, when the Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award became a sworn prize, Pohl composed the bench of jurors with James Gunn and Judith Merril until retiring in 2013.

His works included not only science fiction but also articles for Playboy and Family Circle magazines, nonfiction books and even became the authority for the Encyclopædia Britannica about the Roman Emperor Tiberius.

Pohl's vast work influenced a wide variety of other science fiction writers. His last novel, “All the Lives He Led”, was released on April 12, 2011. At the time of his death, he was working to finish a second volume of his autobiography, which began with “The Way the Future Was” (1979).

Peter Andrew Jones was responsible for the cover art of the collection “Science Fiction: the Great Years”, with its work of art dating from 1976. The alien that comes out of the hole and surprises humans certainly illustrates the impact that science fiction has on reading of a neophyte: surprise, challenge, imposing. This is how the new generations also feel when they come across
the artworks of art of PAJ, which maintains its classic legacy of art, but they also innovate and shape themselves into new times.

Let's agree with one thing: this cover art deserved to cover these yellow parts! How naive this publisher was...



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The ghost of Michelangelo! Ye gods....
What was he doing in the garden?

This should be inscribed in gold leaf, with illustration, in the garden resident’s Book of Records.

The story would be recounted through the generations for eons, for centuries, forever, and ever.

He chatted amicably in the language the Ghosts and Spectres used amongst themselves, bearing in mind that they spoke in multivariable English - and multifarious other, languages.

The Ghosts and Spectres faded into translucency as dawn broke and the sun rose to
shine wispily in a cloudless, cerulean blue sky.

The Dragon flew by, the Unicorn groomed and the Goblin and Gremlin promenaded.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat swam, as per usual and the Mermaid sang the songs of the Dordogne.

The Witch’s cauldron grew hot, hotter and hotter till the potion within it spewed spells into the air, which shot off in every direction.

The Wizard arrived to be told that he had missed the arrival of a genius.
He bit his lip, stamped his foot and ordered the Witch to message him if Michelangelo should chose to stay....

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Role Player Independent was a British RPG magazine published by Symbiosis Publishing Ltd. It existed from December 1992 to August 1994 and featured news, reviews and articles on various RPGs. Several editors and collaborators then went on to work on Valkyrie magazine.

Peter Andrew Jones had some of his artworks used for five magazine covers.

The cover of the number 12 had the cover of "The Curse of Naar", another product of the series Lone Wolf. Even though this gamebook was released in the year of #12’s publication (1993) and featured an engaging life-or-death conflict for the protagonist in Joe Dever's gamebook series, perhaps the choice of cover art was the worst that the magazine made, since it had "Kult" as a guideline, and it is well known that PAJ created great artworks for this macabre RPG, which would make his cover darker and more provocative for the reader.

One possibility of concluding the motif of so many of Lone Wolf's cover art assets taken advantage of the magazine would be the success that Joe Dever's series did at the time. It's a shame the magazine did not get more than 16 issues, because it would be the perfect time to give a more "Kult" touch to the reader...






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Peter Andrew Jones had some of his artworks used for five magazine covers.

The cover of number 7 featured the cover of "The Birthplace," a novel by John Grant and Joe Dever, inspired by the Lone Wolf series. Since this book was only recently released (1 year ago), it was probably a good bet both for the magazine and for keeping up with this gamebooks’ spin-off series. In addition, the flames and the attractive sorceress/dancer have an effect very similar to the idea of issue #5.





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Peter Andrew Jones had some of his artworks used for five magazine covers.


The cover of the number 6 was the dinosaur of the sci-fi book "The Unholy City", of Charles G.Finney. An unprecedented choice to be tapped here, since the only science fiction subject in this issue was about Star Trek (and it was not even the main one!). However, the colossal reptile breaks the cliché of spaceships and aliens with laser weapons, suggesting an innovative aspect of Roleplayer in front of its audience.






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The cover of issue #5 had the fiery monster that was cover of the book "Inferno", of Larry Niven. This may have been a random choice for the content it presented to the reader, but the magnitude of this titan is truly appealing to those looking for "dark powers" in reading.




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Role Player Independent was a British RPG magazine published by Symbiosis Publishing Ltd. It existed from December 1992 to August 1994 and featured news, reviews and articles on various RPGs. Several editors and collaborators then went on to work on Valkyrie magazine.

Peter Andrew Jones had some of his artworks used for five magazine covers.

The cover of issue #2 had the dark dragon that was cover of the gamebook "Dawn of the Dragons", from the Lone Wolf series. The motivation for this choice was the main subject of this issue: an interview with Joe Dever himself, creator of this successful series of gamebooks. Perhaps it was the most consistent choice for the content of the magazine. 

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The garden Barbecue had been organized by the Witch, as she wanted real bad to build a Mount Everest - high fire.

The Wizard had assisted her, the Ogre fetched and carried and the Goblin and Gremlin directed proceedings.

The Flower Faeries donated fruit teas and chicory coffee, Faerie crafted lemonade, orange juice and apfelsaft.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat pottered about, wondering whether or not there’d be crumpets and jam.

The Unicorn had accepted an invitation to attend and to take the “acceptable” guests for leisurely, low flying, bare back rides.

The Ghosts and Spectres were gunning for games of Hide and Seek, spooking the unwary and irritating the Ogre.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were to form an Orchestra and the birds of Rhiannon to sing....

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The Garden residents are having a debate about the origins of Mabon and the meaning of the Autumn Equinox, often shrouded in contradiction and mastery and dilemma even?

Mabon was one of these, a modern invention or, perhaps, a god of secondary import.

Supposedly a Welsh god, no one really, truly knows whether or not he did exist, whether or not he didn’t.

Pwy a ŵyr....

Mabon is a time of mysteries, a time of harmony, of balance but also, a time of change as winter nears.

The autumnal gods and goddesses, like their spring and summer counterparts, dealt out punishments, rewards and reaped the rewards of others....

Pagan life was tough and people, lived their lives in endless fear....


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The garden was lit by magick lanterns, their light dispersing the feathery, grey white mist.

Beneath the Oak a table was laid with victuals, prepared by the Flower Faeries.

Stolen bottles of vintage wine lay under the table, securely locked in hard wooden boxes.

These had been donated by the Elves, Imps and Pixies, who wanted to sample their contents.

In the Oak tree and bushes were hung Faerie lights and the Owl, when he’d returned from the hunt, would act as policeman and security chief.

The birds of Rhiannon had been booked to sing and the Witch and the Wizard to impersonate waiter and waitress.

Coffee and tea would be available, too, and liquers, petite fours and small squares of Greek baklava would be served to those still present at midnight.

The party was fun and the food exceptional.

Best of all, every garden resident was in exuberant good spirits....


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The Ogre was unusually buoyant, because his aunt had taken him to the Fun Fair.

She had purchased hot dogs, salted crisps, fizzy drinks, candy floss; allowed him any number of rides.

T’was rare that an Ogre’s Fun Fair hit town and the opportunity to enjoy was a must.

They had met friends, but thankfully no relations, so were able to let go their inhibitions.
and pretend to be children again.

They forgot the world, their grumpiness, their woes and pessimistic inclinations.

Dusk set in, sleepiness caught them and they were glad when their especial transport arrived.

The Ogre was driven back to the garden and his aunt toddled tiredly through the garden to the wood....

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The Ghosts and the Spectres had been joined by a second pirate, Black Bart, a Welshman of renown.
Courageous, respected.

The already resident pirate was not best pleased and the expressions of apprehension upon the faces of his fellow Ghosts and Spectres, was marked.

The ghostly Werewolves’ and Wolverines’ shackles rose and foam spewed frothily from their gaping mouths.
Their sharp teeth glistened dead white in the pitch darkness of the night.

At the wood end of the garden, a witch sat, eyes closed.
Beside her sat a Troll, a Gnome and an Orc, ignoring one another, watching only
the Witch.

Through the gate and across the lawn came a centipede ant, showing obvious signs of locomotive difficulty.

Its 151 hairy, elongated legs were dragging, its body was visibly deep scratched and torn.

The Faeries of the night fluttered above it, guiding, encouraging, urging it on.

As they neared the Witch, they bunched up to consult and one of their number settled lightly upon her ear.

Something was whispered, the witch’s eyes opened and she cast a piercing glance at the centipede ant.

Rising, she motioned the creature to her side, lowered her head and began to recite a spell in some ancient, obscure language.

The healing process took sometime to work, but just before dawn, the centipede ant resumed its journey, legs carrying it swiftly.
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The Housekeeper and the Cook were deep in conversation, serious, intense, low voiced.

I ascertained the reason later.

Meanwhile.

The Witch wished to see me and had made an appointment for 16.30 that afternoon - on the dot.

She, too, was nervy, upset.

At 16.30, on the dot she rang the front door bell, entered and was ushered into the library.

She plumped down, rather than sat down, stared at the carpet, then launched into a monologue, scarce pausing for breath.

Her story was convoluted, easily misunderstood, but I did finally get the gist of what she was saying.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had, she told me, decided to play tricks.
To spoil her spell book, steal her wand, scratch her cauldron and throw water upon the fires that she build.

I listened as various ideas threaded snappily through my mind and finally decided to interrupt the flow.

“Summon the Wizard,” I suggested and she, looked startled.
“Why did I not think of that?” she replied.

The Wizard materialised, still half asleep.
“What is it?” he asked.
She explained.

The Wizard closed his eyes, crossed his arms, frowned.

Gad sucks!

His long, claw like fingers, snapped.

He tossed his cloak to the ground, punched the air and “Ye gods!”
It rained Elves, Imps, Pixies, cats and dogs.

Frogs, toads and water snakes, fish, tadpoles and water hens.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies?
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Wizard and Witch, regal Unicorn, and, of course, their guardian Dragon.
The garden residents were so well protected....

But -
they really could find no way to keep the Elves at bay.

The Elves and Imps and Pixies were exhibitionists and tricksters, trained to thieve and despoil the place of residence they shared with fantastical others.

T’was a stormy October day, awash with rain, the wind tempestuous.

The Ogre had remained at home, the Unicorn had skipped his grooming.

The Flower Faeries sheltered in the Owl’s warm and comfortable tree house.

The Owl was winding down, resting, the Flower Faeries sewing - quietly.
No talking.

The Goblin and the Gremlin promenaded around the garden, fighting manfully ‘gainst the head wind.

The Witch was at her cauldron, having had to place it, fill it, light the bonfire ‘neath it, by casting a magick spell.

The birds of Rhiannon had had to cancel their visit.

The Wizard had stayed away.

The Elves, the Imps and Pixies, irrepressible as ever, had locked themselves in an attic room to indulge in games of gin rummy.

The Mouse, the Spider and the Fly were hidden in a roomy mouse hole.

Downstairs, the Cook baked bread, the House Keeper “did the books.”

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Sanctimonious Sonja, the cool cat, was looking decidedly not.
Her long, bronze coloured fur was saturated and her wide nostriled, squashed nose had been
slashed.

She was a rare visitor to the garden, preferring the wide open plain.

Her manner was smug and superior and when countered, she could scratch or bite viciously,
with no compunction at all.

The Witch offered first aid, the Flower Faeries offered milk, but she ignored these “second rate” creatures.

The garden residents were surprised to find Sonja the cat still padding the lawn three days later.

The Wizard had chosen to visit that day and arrived by magick carpet.

Sonja, the sanctimonious cat, was, apparently, very impressed.
She approached him and showed him her sad, sorry face.
A teardrop rolled down her nose.

He advised her to accompany him to where the Witch sat, stirring her sweet smelling potion.

The Witch rummaged round in her store cupboard, produced a small bottle, uncorked it and
poured its contents into a bowl.

She sponged the wounds, but left them exposed.
Covering them over was ill advised, she explained.

She remained in the garden for a further two weeks, the wounds healing lickety split.

One morning she vanished, without explanation, but, we are expecting her return momentarily....

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Consistent the Hee Hee bird was not.
His call was on going, repetitive, irritating.

He’d arrived from the Upper Blackness upon the back of the Unicorn, unbeknownst.

The Ogre met him first by dint of tripping over him.

The Hee Hee bird’s high pitched, giggle shriek shocked the garden residents into a stunned silence.

The Flower Faeries endeavoured to calm him, the Goblin and Gremlin to distract him.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole hid down an empty rabbit hole and the Water Rat splashed pond water on his razor haired forehead and cheeks.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies watched and listened. And, by the time the Hee Hee bird had stopped shrieking, they could mimic his call with bells on.

The Witch’s nerve endings had finally snapped.
T’was impossible to cast her especial spells to the sound of the bird’s incomprehensible screeches.

The Wizard zoomed down upon his work worn carpet on the dot of receiving her telepathic messages for help.

He searched through her spell book, found a satisfactory spell and together they murmured the magick words of eviction.

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The Elves were on the warpath for, I had confiscated their Elfin motorcars, their motorbikes and bicycles.

They were, consequently, marooned in the garden till such time as I might relent.

The other residents sought to keep out of their way and if they did chance to meet them, tried hard to be polite.

The Flower Faeries were too busy to pay much attention, absorbed as they were in preparing their winter wardrobes.

And grooming the irrepressible Unicorn.

The Goblin and the Gremlin continued with their walks, oft too deep in conversation to notice the Elves - or too absorbed in debating the answer to everything.

The Unicorn, the Elves knew, would strike back without reservation.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole did feel themselves to be vulnerable and the Frog, Toad and Water Rat relocated to the wood.

The Cook, the Housekeeper and the Head Gardener got together one morning and carefully plotted a plan of action if need be, with back ups.

The Elves’ spiteful behaviour came to a temporary halt on a stormy wet day, when they were caught in a downpour at the bus stop.

The resultant colds, coughs and streaming noses from which most of them succumbed, meant that behaving badly was on hold whilst they recovered in bed.

Behaving better á la Elf was the result of this episode.

I returned their vehicles, gritted my teeth and awaited in trepidation for, the return of their usual mode of social interaction....

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Late night in the garden some weeks ago, I was seated under the Oak, smoking a cigar.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were indulging in a pow wow with their erudite, studious, night counterparts.

The night creatures scuttled about their business, the Fireflies flitted, the Owl hunted determinedly in the far yonder wood.

A lantern shone bright from just inside the garden gate and a nebulous figure strode t’wards me.

He lifted his head and I recognised the features as those of Sir Francis Drake.

When he saw me, he bowed slightly and approached me to shake my hand.

The conversation that followed could scarcely be called such, as the language he spoke was incomprehensible to me.

It was not long before he wandered away, deep in thought.

The Owl flew low over the garden and suddenly swooped, catching in his beak a small snack for later.

The night Witch’s cauldron frothed and bubbled and I could see her spells shooting off in every direction.

A beaming smile lit her face, her teeth glinted in the moonlight.

I looked to the heavens and, streaking like a shooting star, there he was - the magickal Unicorn, his powerful wings spread wide....

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The Ghosts and the Spectres were socialising amicably.

Encircling them were the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines, their sharp teeth conspicuous, their jaws ‘alathering.

The Witch of the night, the night creatures and the Faeries were taking part in celebrations of the autumnal equinox.

In the star festooned sky the signs of the zodiac sparkled gold.

A comet flashed, a Cuckoo called.

Through the bright skies rode a Warrior God, driving a racing chariot drawn by a dashing Friesian horse.

The creatures of the night were silent, still, watching the chariot, watching the comet, watching the stars and in wonder, studying the moon.

So,

the Ghosts and the Spectres, the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines, took possession of the garden and the rustling wood beyond....

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Crumpets and tea or coffee and petite four.

Soft drinks and still water, juices and bubbles.

The Cocktail party was in full swing.

Animosities forgotten, smiles broad.

Giggles and laughter, guffaws and salutations.

The gods were gracious.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies performed their favourite music, the Witch her favourite magick tricks.

The Flower Faeries danced until their wings dropped with fatigue.

The Goblin and the Gremlin, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole, the Frog, the Toad and Water Rat presented an hilarious comedy of errors.

Late. T’was late, late.

Clothed in darkness, though moonlit, the night creatures ordered them:
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A white mist covered the landscape in a wispy thin woollen blanket.

Leaves covered the earth with a layer of moist dampness.

Those wild animals which hibernated through the season of winter, busied themselves in the preparation of a cozily warm retreat.

It was a joy to ride out on dry days, as Nature settled drowsily into her recuperative sleep of inactive fallowness.

That morning, cantering slowly under the lee of the hills, my horse suddenly took fright and veered to one side, snorting and bucking.

I managed to remain in the saddle and gave him his head.

He broke into a gallop and raced away to familiar fields nearer home.

As I handed him to over to be rubbed down and stabled, the groom asked the reason for the horse’s excessive sweating.

He listened intently and, scratching his head, said, he’d recently noticed that the animals were jumpy and must be sensing something-someone mysterious abroad in the land.

We could only surmise that the transparent presence of the Welsh god, Mabon, had a-permeated the air....


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Demeter, goddess of the harvest, of the sacred law, of the cycle of life and death.

T’was the first time she’d paid a visit to the garden and the residents were dazzled, overawed, for her face was beauteous, her form statuesque.

In her arms she carried a gift of Nature’s generosity, untouched by artificialities, health giving, plentiful.

It was heavy....

The garden residents hastily laid a groundsheet and upon it the necessities for a wunderbar picnic.

Demeter filled their bowls and their plates, poured wine and still spring water into tumblers and glasses.

The feast was, indeed, fit for the gods and lasted until low flying bats drove the guests indoors.

The basement was jammed, altogether too crowded and the behaviour of the Elves, Imps and Pixies deteriorated.

The moon and the stars lit the pathways.
 

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The Goblin and the Gremlin were minding their p’s and q’s, conversing with the Witch about Mindfulness.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were taking up space washing themselves in both ponds.

The Blue Shadow, a Ghost dragon, stole into the garden.

The Unicorn accompanied it, bathed blue gold in its aura.

The Flower Faeries were spellbound, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole transfixed and the Frog, Toad and Water Rat froze upon the spot.

The Blue Shadow dragon wound itself around the Oak, unwound itself and flowed across the lawn to the wood.

The Goblin and the Gremlin continued their conversation.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were restored to full throttle.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies finished washing and began to steal bits and bobs of the Ogre’s mouthwatering breakfast.

The Witch’s cauldron boiled, bubbled and frothed, spewing spells thither and yon.

These spells she learned later, were unusually efficacious.

The effect of the Blue Shadow dragon’s presence in the garden was amazing.

The dynamic, the atmosphere, was as magickal stardust....

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The Hobgoblin had reappeared as if by magick, though later I was told that the Unicorn had brought him.

He was in mighty good spirits, had travelled the globe, met scores of persons such as he living widely differing lives.

Some were lauded, some ignored and some hounded, persecuted, ill treated,

The Goblin and the Gremlin greeted him cordially.

The Witch smiled superciliously, inclined her head.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole greeted him politely and the Ogre passed him by with scarce a nod.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat directed him to the pond in the wood.

The Mermaid, they said, would be right glad to see him.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies gave him a mandolin fanfare.

The Cook issued forth from the kitchen, saw him and offered the “prodigal son” Hobgoblin a celebratory breakfast.
 

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A pellucid morning, frigidly freezing.

The garden was empty.

A thin sheet of ice covered the pond, the lawn was an ice rink, the leaves frosty white.

The Mermaid’s song echoed lonesome from the pond in the wood, and the Ogre’s bad tempered snorts were heard as he dropped anchor beneath the Oak.

The Goblin and the Gremlin stepped out smartly, because t’was decidedly too cold for much talking.

The Flower Faeries kept moving so’s to retain a modicum of body heat.

The Witch had built a fire taller than usual and set it alight.
She was presently roasting herself, so cold had she been.

Her cauldron was replete with efficacious spells.

The Unicorn arrived, began to munch grass, then, sidled up to where the Flower Faeries were “doing their thing.”

The grooming proceeded.

The Frog and Toad and Water Rat broke the pond’s thin film of ice, diving in and swimming
fast, fast, fast, fast.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole felt sort of OK, but, the, now old and doddery Mole had, sadly, to call it quits after one circuit of the garden.

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John Smith and Pocahontas stood on the lawn, bewildered, ill at ease.

Their surroundings resembled nowhere familiar.

Behind them were the resident Ghosts and Spectres.

The ghostly Wolves and Wolverines prowled hungrily in the background.

The Witch, the Wizard and his forgetful Wizard friend had barricaded themselves into the tennis courts.

Why?
Because the night Elves were out to create trouble.


The Imps and Pixies of the night hours had somehow managed to break into the Elves’ padlocked safe.

Every penny of their riches was stolen and all of their prize possessions.

Pocahontas had saved the life of an Englishman, John Smith and, though held for ransom by her people’s enemy, chose to marry one of their number, John Rolfe.

I confess that I do watch old films about the colonisation of America.

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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.

He shrugged his shoulders.

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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.

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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.

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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;
they must go.
Determined, persistent, they did, eventually, get home...
 

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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.

No servant, apparently, lost his, or her, position...


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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.
Feeling better, they returned to the Housekeeperless Withdrawing room....


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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.

Nobody cared.... 


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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.

That’s what composed the garden today....

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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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As stated in the blog post below (17th) this is the very first cover rendition for the Keith Roberts book, created for Mayflower Books in London in 1974.

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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.

  But, that is only part of the story . . . . (see below).


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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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Heroes & Villains Book Peter Andrew Jones

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.

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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?!

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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.
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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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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.

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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,
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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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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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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Torment Card - newly created.

The Swirling Flames . . . . . .

 
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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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"EN PLEIN AIR"

Close-up.

Early experimental deployment of
my newly constructed mini painting kit.

First try-out, a couple of hours work, more to do . . . . .


 
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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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"EN PLEIN AIR"

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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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip - exploration continues . . . . .

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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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Torments card -

The Simmering Fire . . . . . .

 
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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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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day continues . . . . .

Back at St. Mary's church in Stafford.


 
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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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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

Back at St. Mary's church in Stafford.

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


(I'm making that sound as though I know what all that means!)

 
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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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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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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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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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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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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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Simulacra - Goddess of The Birth Moon - book - Peter Andrew Jones





“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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""DOODLE-OODLE-DO - DONE!"
 

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

Tracked-out full shot


 
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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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"DOODLE-OODLE-DO - DONE!"
 

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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"THINGS YOU DON'T EXPECT"
 

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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"UPENDING EXPECTATIONS"
 
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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"THIS IS NOW (BECAUSE THAT WAS THEN)"
 

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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Simulacra - Goddess of The Birth Moon - book - Peter Andrew Jones





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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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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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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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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“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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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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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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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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For fans, artists and art enthusiasts.

Techniques, ideas, concepts, questions and answers.

Breaking the rules . . . . . .

 
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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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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.

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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...

‘Streuth!

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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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Summer Solstice celebration and more!

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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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Heroes & VIllains Book Volume Two Peter Andrew Jones

“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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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

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The Dark Undergrowth . . . . . .

 
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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 Bubbling Stream . . . . . .
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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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