My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales… The sound of clicking dice echoed around the woods and open wild grass field. Absent were birdsongs and cricket chirps. No squirrels, no rabbits, no fox, nor raccoon chittering warnings to the unseen intruders. Two unsubstantial men, dressed in an odd formal suit and dirty work clothes respectively, kneeling inside a broken … Continue reading Odd man out
Goodwood Duxford tales... The group of ghosts and living stood at the trail head of a path that wended through old growth oaks draped in curtains of Spanish moss. That it was mid-day, and the sun was blazing in a cloudless sky, did not take away from the eerie atmosphere of the woods. A representative … Continue reading A load of bricks
Goodwood Duxford tales… Pepperidge Township shops shuttered their storefronts. Residents locked their doors and turned out their lights. A self-imposed curfew emptied the town streets, even dogs hid under porches and in barns sensing what ghastly horde was about to descend on their homes and lives. Concealing herself inside her bedroom closet, buried under a … Continue reading No man’s land
The strap of Jessamine’s bag cut into her shoulder. It was packed with a selection of rare and remarkable books that had taken three years to track down and acquire. She was taking them to market to exchange for an invaluable prize. It would all be worth it when the transaction was complete. Miser Crabbe … Continue reading Storybook ending
The Harbor used to be a safe place to visit, now it’s getting overrun with grudges. Everywhere you turn there’s a grudge - big, small, young, old. Their gullets wide and deep enough to swallow all those hurt feelings and anger. Can’t walk ten steps without tripping over a grudge. That one over there? That’s … Continue reading In the same boat
Goodwood Duxford tales… A picnic basket was packed with cold fried chicken, still warm buttermilk biscuits slathered with amber honey, slices of homegrown tomatoes, fresh juicy strawberries and chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. Goodwood Duxford graciously declined Jonny’s offer to come along to play his drums, well as Roger Oakley's offer to loan his 1931 … Continue reading Visiting hours
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