Posts tagged ‘The Burbling’

March 26, 2012

Sport, sport everywhere…

by 3arn0wl

After a hiatus of 27 tournaments, Hugh Wood was back on winning form again on the Tooting links, beating Ian Waite into convincing second position.  “This was coming,” Wood said.  “I’ve been close a number of times.”

An armada of evenly grouped rowers gathered to do battle on the Burbling in the grace of the March sunshine.  In a highly competitive afternoon’s racing, a Spanish boat sank.  “Estoy empapando.”  Emilio said.  “Necesito una ducha.”

And Poppleton was awash with brightly coloured tee shirts and shorts yesterday as a tsunami of the great and the good and the fit and the fat surged along the A440 towards the finish line for some Sport Relief. “That were exhaustin’”, observed Chorley University undergraduate Pixie Smith. “I’ll ‘ave t’ go fer a lie down now”.

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February 26, 2012

Play the five tones

by 3arn0wl

Risking a second encounter – which perhaps ought to be classified as their first proper date – the Darling-Deeres arranged to meet for a TGIF drink after work in the Dew Drop Inn.

Thinking they were getting on well enough, Jenny suggested going over to watch whatever Flic Weston was showing at the Picturehouse. They managed to nab one of the lovers’ seats at the back, so it looks like they’re in for a ….. ………

December 23, 2011

I saw three ships come sailing in

by 3arn0wl

In what has to be one of the most magical displays of the Advent illuminations, the boats on the Burbling were decorated with lights, which reflected beautifully on the rippling water.

Hezekiah Pratt was walking along the riverbank, and thought that some people gave their boats odd names:

  • There was a coxless pair in a boat called Madonna & child.
  • An Optimist humorously named Whither sail?
  • Old Jack Evans had somewhat prosaically named his narrow boat after his kids: Liam & Beth
  • The pretty little launch, so popular amongst the tourists was aptly called, La Belle, as was the lifeboat, Angel.

And as he walked towards the castle and into Poppleton, he hummed a jaunty carol and his heart rejoiced.

December 16, 2011

see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

by 3arn0wl

Paul King would often take a turn around the Castle bailey after work: he found the majesty of the ruins inspiring. He liked to stand and watch the boats go up and down the Burbling and he liked to go over the events of the day in his head.

Today was special though! They were switching on the laser display: sharply focussed beams of light blazing from the keep’s arrow slits, up into the sky and down onto Poppleton.

He was slightly perturbed to see Inspector Force and Sgt. John Constable there, doing a thorough search of the grounds. Apparently they were looking for a missing boy. He was obviously keen to help, and did so until they met Grace Merryweather, who was returning the kisby ring to its container.

October 2, 2011

A surprise or two

by 3arn0wl

When he awoke the following morning, Antonín Biskup found himself in an aeroplane, attired in tie and tails, complete with a parachute on his back. It seems his friends had organised a little surprise for him after all. :/

The ceremony was scheduled for 3 o’clock, in the ruined Norman church of the castle, overlooking the Burbling, on what turned out to be a glorious ‘Indian Summer’ day.

The lads parachuted into the bailey, just as the girls arrived in the Stage Coach engaged from the Dew Drop Inn beautifully arrayed in their cocktail dresses and fascinators.

A string quartet played Dvořák.

They both, publicly, agreed ‘they did’.

And then Antonín surprised her with the beautifully hand-crafted plaited rings.

After which they all took a decadent afternoon tea on a launch on the Burbling.

September 28, 2011

A bit of a blockage

by 3arn0wl

The A440 was anything but harmonious earlier today…

A number of police escorts flanked the slow procession of the two Archimedes screw turbines and a large Crown crane,  along the ring road to the banks of the Burbling,  creating a huge tail-back of traffic.

Lifting the turbines and placing them into the water generated watts of interest, as did the divers securing them into position.

Chief Exec of Green Gen, Jenny Rator,  said: “With the strong and constant current of the Burbling, the turbines are already kicking out more electricity than we’d expected.”

That must’ve been a bit embarrassing for them, but I guess you have to go with the flow with these things.

September 10, 2011

Death by drowning

by 3arn0wl

The police were called to Poppleton castle last night.

Inspector Force and Sergeant John Constable came screeching along in their panda car to find the body of Angela Anyould, of Little Sniffy, drowned in the Burbling.

Local gossip, Noel Tall, has it that she was pregnant by Chorley paramedic, Rex Unwin, and killed herself – unable to face her father, Walter, with the truth.  But her body was bruised, so perhaps there’d been a struggle and she’d been held under the water?

Was Unwin a murderer?  He’d certainly agreed to meet Angela by the river, at her request, but he denied killing his lover, the mother-to-be of his child.

However, Noel Tall proffered another tit-bit of gossip – that arch rival, Poppleton fireman Mike West, who rents a room at Widow Bartlett’s, also had the hots for the victim.  Could he be the murderer?

The police were certainly scratching their heads with the mystery,  until young Grace Merryweather ( aged 8 ) passed over a note with the solution written on it. It seems that she’d just finished reading Death by drowning by Agatha Christie, and  knew the answer to the Murder Mystery.

[No actors were murdered in the performance of this mystery.  In fact, they all went down to the Dew Drop Inn afterwards.]