To the top of the hill leads to my little house. Along the way is the greengrocer, the baker, the butcher and the fishmonger. Every Friday the library man wheels his trolley all the way up, so we old folk don’t have to carry our books.
It gets very blowy up here in winter, but never mind, the views of the river running towards the sea and the town with it’s church spires are beautiful. In summer lots of visitors come for the day. They puff and pant, and many of them give up along the way. I don’t mind when they knock on the door to ask for water, because I can always sell them a bag of my special hill town fudge. The cobbler does well, he hires out sensible shoes for the day, He has a sign saying ‘Ladies, rent my shoes or break your ankles’. City women can be so foolish, how do they think pointy heels will fare on the cobbles?
When the snows comes at Christmas, hundreds come and pay a shilling a time to toboggan down. We decorate with lights and holly, the whole place looks magical. Old Wilf dresses up as Santa and there’s mince pies and mulled wine for the grown ups.
Maybe you’ll come to visit one day? We’ll make you very welcome, as long as you spend lots of money and go away again. But be warned, villains and scrooges will be fed to the wolves in the forest.
Paula has a Thursday Special photo challenge and this week the theme is ‘Winding’. My head is scrambled after a manic week, so I thought I’d share my madness with you.
Paula said she would like to visit and asked for directions, so here they are.
Get off the train at Exeter St Davids, next cross to platform 5 for the Tarka line. After an hour and 3769 seconds get ready to jump from the train. Don’t be frightened of the crone in the hedge, and whichever way she directs you choose the opposite. After a nod and 3 blinks you will see a white gate, it’s easy from there as long as you sprinkle coins!
Lucid Gypsy 
😆 This has made my morning! What imagination, Gilly 🙂 🙂 Now, I will need precise coordinates cause I have many pounds to spare 😀
Get off the train at Exeter St Davids, next cross to platform 5 for the Tarka line. After an hour and 3769 seconds get ready to jump from the train. Don’t be frightened of the crone in the hedge, and whichever way she directs you choose the opposite. After a nod and 3 blinks you will see a white gate, it’s easy from there as long as you sprinkle coins!
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Nicely done, Gilly!
Lovely story. And that picture,, 😀
oh I love this . . .thank you so much for taking me to another place today 🙂
I hope you’re back in one piece Becky, Jo was concerned about the thunder storm!
Oh bless her I must make contact. It was a huge thunderstorm, fortunately though was all over by time we arrived at airport. Just!!
Haha… wonderful. You had me fooled at first, I thought we were going to wind up at your house and I was envying you the butcher, baker and greengrocer along the way. What a great carving and what a fantastic writer you are 😀
I so want some of your special hill town fudge, Gilly. A marvellous tale to start my weekend with. The house is a dream. 🙂
What fun, Gilly! I’ve just been to the bank so I’m good to go 🙂 🙂 Sorry it’s been such a manic week and hope you’re set for a gentler weekend. Hugs, darlin!
wheels his trolley all the way up, how sweet of him! 🙂 Enjoyed the read, Gilly. 🙂
A delightful tale you did weave Gilly. You brightened Friday morning 👍😀👏
What a ripper! May you have many more manic weeks, if they produce such delights. You must have had such fun writing this. I love the voice you’ve given your old woman: powerful and slightly tetchy. And the directions for Paula! A gem my dear. May your weekend be relaxing – even if it deprives us of such posts!
Oh, and the photo is perfect – that density of trunks and the amazing sculpture.
Such a delight and a very cool woodworking piece!! Such fun–more writing in this vein, please!
What an imaginative read. I followed you all through to the bottom and realized that I’ve run out of coins to sprinkle. I enjoyed this and that sculpture is a great piece of art.
Oh oh oh. I want to visit!
Magical, Gilly.
Now that would be fabulous!
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Ahhh ,,, a special place for special people? But, of course. Only the ones who
go down or up that road. Great write, Gilly. I thoroughly enjoyed.
Issy 😎
Just a bit of silliness, but I’m glad you liked it 🙂
An awesome carving of wood. I so like carvings and sculptures. Must be the artist in me. 🙂
Isn’t it clever? So many talented people around 🙂
I’m all packed up and ready to go .. plus I have a bag full of money! Lol .. 😃 love it Gilly
Well you’d be very welcome 🙂
Hi Gilly, at last a blog from your buttony friend! I am sure that there are lots of other brilliant blogs I have missed…but this one is Such a lovely read, I just HAD to tell you how much I had enjoyed it and the amazing woodcarving, which presumably inspired. Miss you in Bridport. Xx
Hi Marcia, thanks for visiting and I’m glad you like this post, the photo is one of the sculptures at Rosemoor’s annual winter exhibition. I haven’t been to Bridport since just before Christmas, we don’t get offered many, but will be there at Easter I think, will you? Hope to see you then Gx:-)x