St. Swithin’s day if thou dost rain, for forty days it will remain. St. Swithin’s day if thou be fair, for forty days ’twill rain nae mair.

This is the 366^th and last post from press Here.  It takes the form of a treasure hunt through the Snoddings and Sniffy, Poppleton and Chorley.

There are 12 questions.  Each question refers to a story.  Collect the first letter from each answer to build a password, and then find the next question at that story.

The final question gives you a link to follow.

Thank you for reading the blog over the year. I hope it made you smile from time to time.  If you’ve only just found it,  it might make more sense if you start from the beginning.

Shakespeare @ the castle

The Shakespeare Amateur Dramatics Society are delighted to present a series of four plays:

The comedy of errors

Much ado about nothing

Romeo & Juliet

&

All’s well that ends well

Bring a rug, a picnic and a bottle of Lord Rupert’s finest,  and enjoy some Shakespeare in the grounds of the Castle this Summer.

TGI Frigga the IIIrd

Friday afternoon, and the musicians from the Poppleton Orchestra have joined forces with the Poppleton Firemen to perform @ the bandstand in the park.

They presented a formal selection of music:

Symphony No.59 in A ‘Fire’ – Joseph Haydn

Fire of eternal glory – Dmitri Shostakovich

&

Firebird – Igor Stravinsky

But the firemen just had to play their signature tune as an encore.

What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put a-sounder.

Wendy and Murray are celebrating their 12th wedding anniversary.  The family have gone for meal at the Flying Pig.  Grace is happily occupied – busily sculpting every scrap of paper she can find and continues to fold the pink napkin that Fiona places in her lap.

By the time the food arrived it was too late!  The table had been turned into a pigsty.  And Grace Merryweather had landed herself a part-time job!

The Village Haul

Following Justin Case’s recent find, Arky-ologists from the university have been down on the banks of the Bredy with their buckets and spades,  building sand castles sifting sand.

You wouldn’t believe the things they found:

• a chest with the finest jewelry;

• a pot of gold;

• and the bones of a cow. :/

Looks like the Moores are having a Barbie.

Stuff and nonsense

Liz Bannister wanted to bake a Victoria Sponge for tea. She didn’t have all the ingredients though,  so she sent Graeme to the Farmers’ Market with a shopping list:

• a stone of Ella Miller’s flour;
• a tray of Phil Anyould’s eggs;
• a tub of Harry Driver’s cream and
• a punnet of Eddie Lowe’s strawberries.

Well, for some reason Ella Miller wasn’t there, so he couldn’t get the flour.

Phil didn’t have any eggs left either.

And so, in the best traditions of the professional supermarket shopper,  he substituted a packet of Roger Moore’s biscuits for the flour,  and a carton of Minnie Driver’s cream cheese for the eggs.

He’d got everything else though, so that was good. He was sure Liz would be pleased too.

On your marks

Mrs. M.P. Robinson demonstrated her supreme command of the whistle again earlier today @ the Little Sniffy CofE Primary School’s Sports Day.  School Secretary,  Gloria Moore née Devine relegated,  as usual,  to the position of impartial scorer.

A handsome crowd came in their finest to offer support and vocal encouragement to their little darlings, except for Rosie Barrieclough, who arrived wearing an extra-large T-shirt and leggings – thereby bagging first prize in the Sack Race.

Rather unfairly, in many observer’s eyes, Noah Wan entered his limb-deficient whippet for the 3 Legged Race, but justice was seen to be done as Thunder espied a rabbit,  and chased that instead.  In the end, Ella Miller and the vicar came first.  Together.

The Egg & Spoon Race was, as usual, owned by Cook Cakes, who can whip up a custard faster than anyone.

And everyone participated in the backward running race, .ɘƨɿɘvɘɿ ni ǫniʜƚ ɘloʜw ɘʜƚ nɒɿ-ɘɿ bnɒ