My last day in the park.
I met up with the 8am dog-walkers, and pootled around the park for the rest of the day – saying goodbye to ‘my regulars’(!), and hello to lots of new people.
I put up my Chicken poem at the Chicken coop,
And my scooter poem at the skate park.
Gary (owner of chickens) was chuffed with the poem, and in return for a copy of it, gave me 3 freshly laid eggs from his chickens!
I met a woman – Shirley Wells – who is a crime novellist, who sets all her novels (10 of them!) in the local area. So I went to the library and took out one of her books! Then I told the librarians that I’d just met her in the park, and they said they’d try and get her into the library to do a talk! Quite an unexpected occurrence. Insider info: her dog, Dylan, is named after her main detective. You heard it here first.
Tried to write the kids rhyme/story that I’ve had in my head for the last couple of weeks – ‘The Boggart of Stubbylee Park’, the start of which is:
The Boggart of Stubbylee Park,
Thinks it’s a bit of a lark,
To steal people’s things
Especially their rings
And say ‘Boo!’ awfully loud in the Dark.
He’s always thinking of food,
Or ways to be naughty or rude
If you give him an inch
Your butties he’ll pinch,
Then he’ll giggle out loud “I’m the dude!”
Though it’s mightily tricky to tell,
His home is down deep in the Dell.
There’s a bridge made of stone,
Where he lives all alone,
Creating a very bad smell.
He washes himself in the stream,
While planning a devilish scheme,
To be a bit sly,
and purloin a meat pie,
Which he’ll eat with stolen ice-cream.
It’s a work in progress. Might try and polish it up. Maybe. Or walk away…
So. The plan now is to type up all the snatches of stories and put it together with my work and make a book. December is the planned launch date… if you want to be notified – let me know.
I’ve absolutely loved my time in Stubbylee, andmeeting all the people and dogs!
I know I’ll be back. Many times.
Till then… ta-ra.