Hi gang, We are out on the moor somewhere. The wyrm is trying to hunt out his cousin the Green dragon who has taken up residence in Dozmary pool while Dandy is shouting loudly to locate the Beast of Bodmin. Meanwhilewhile Anakin and Mister are on the lookout for a Cornish chough or two to grace the feast. Mercifully I don't think the choughs have got this far from Lizard so I don't have to try and control the cat's predatory instincts. When we have gathered our forces (and possibly some young and tender venison as the dragons' contribution to the party) we'll head downalong to Bodmin Gaol. As we rove through the valleys.. to those caves in the mountains where the robbers retreat. cheers Catherine -----Original Message----- From: janet <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> To: cornish <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 18:42 Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival Never fear Lorna I am on my way. As I live the the seventeenth century, I have access to armour. I am equipped with a pikeman's breast plate and an English morion helmet. I have a pike (that would be the weapon not the fish) and a tuck (sword) and I am seeking you out. Is that your diamonds I can see or is it my herring scales? I am bringing mince pies for your sustenance if you are incarcerated. Don't tell Oliver Cromwell though, he has banned them. Our mince pies are of course meat based and oval. They were seen by the Puritans as idolatrous representations of Jesus' crib and therefore outlawed. If I am in danger of being caught I shall hurriedly feed them to the parrots. I have had rather too much Lamb's Wool for my own good - much more I shall be whipping off my coif and letting my hair down. Got to make the most of partying tonight as I've been told that the world will end tomorrow. Where is everyone? I am clattering up the stairs in my armour .... Lorna? ....Lorna? parrots? Ooops I've speared something with my pike - hope it isn't a parrot. Mistress Agnes -----Original Message----- From: hlmw Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 5:44 PM To: Cornish Subject: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival Using my red feather boa as a rocket ship is not always reliable, one end suddenly went out causing us into spiral in toward Bodmin Gaol (jail). The little red parrots, in great fear, jumped inside my white satin shirt (where it is always warm) as we hurtled down toward dark and dingy, long and stony walls bouncing this way and that causing the gigantic trifle to turn on end and roll down the circular staircase. What happened to it after that I have no idea. My 7" diamond-covered high heels sprayed a blizzard of gems as we slid into a dead-end wall. There was no one about, not a soul, I expected some of the ladies and perhaps Arthur to appear, but nothing, only black silence. I decided to shout: Halloooooooooooooo! Back came an echo: Halloooooooooooooo! Then another echo in a sepulchral voice: Halloooooooooooooooooo! That wasn't me. Who are youooooooooo, I shouted. Again the echo reverberated off the dark and dingy walls. Slowly, a large figure covered from head to toe in armour appeared through one of the cell walls, causing the parrots, who had been peeking out to jump about in alarm. Who are you under that armour, I quavered. A deep voice rumbled around inside the armour: Joooooooooohn Oooooooooooooooh! I fainted. Will someone come and get me? Lurking Lorna ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hi to you, too - Oooh, I love roasted beast. And the Wyrm is so talented in his use of char grilling - should be quite delicious. But Chough? Perhaps a plump partridge or two instead? Or rabbits? (they are so good in a meat pie.) I suspect that as your merry band moves toward Bodmin, and the Beast, they'll drive the game in front of them. Is Beastie up to dispatching a few game animals? When you visit the caves, be on the lookout for the Hobbit habitats please - they're the lumpy bumps that look a bit like old china clay pits - the ones which are quite tidy but surrounded by lush vegetation. We have to extend an invitation in that direction; a party without a contingent of Cornish Hobbits just wouldn't be a party! and they're quite good foragers, as well - they can find all the fiddle-back ferns etc. to make our rabbit meat pies mouth-watering. (don't suggest them to the Wyrm - mustn't have his fire fizzled!!) Ed must be well-concealed under the greens, so the armoured-persons, including Mistress Agnes, might not have found him. He's the one with the light in his window - or has he tucked all the extra candles away for future use? Has anyone made any contact with him?? We're bringing poles to help hang the curtains - the ballroom should be just glorious with all our improvements!!! We've been blown a bit off-course - are floating over the Tamar, and looking down the valley. The water appears much higher - but the villages all look snug and warm. We might have to touch down, then resort to a dog-cart for the last little bit. Anyone know of a pony who might be willing to pull us? The Keeshonds are much too small (40 lbs, 18" high) to pull it, although they'd give it a great try. (Our little neighbour girl uses Koko to 'ski-jour', where Koko pulls her on skiis! But that's only one little girl being pulled, not a full cart!) Late News - Our hearty pilot has agreed that after he air-drops some rubber rafts and silicone water-proof sealing for stone structures to people suffering from the high water, we might, just might, be able to shift directions, and make for Bodmin. My own donation shall be small packets of ginger cookies; people need nourishment when fighting flooding. (the Pilot said he thought the ginger cookies remind him of survival rations given out in WW 2 - but he's not known as an arbitrator of taste!) For that comment, I bopped him on the bean with a rolling pin! Never knew it was so difficult to pilot one of these balloons- but we seem to be making a right-hand turn. We shall be there forthwith! The New, Improved Pilot, Julianna and the Girls > From: tabletweaver@aol.com > Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 18:20:27 -0500 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Hi gang, > > We are out on the moor somewhere. The wyrm is trying to hunt out his > cousin the Green dragon who has taken up residence in Dozmary pool > while Dandy is shouting loudly to locate the Beast of Bodmin. > Meanwhilewhile Anakin and Mister are on the lookout for a Cornish > chough or two to grace the feast. Mercifully I don't think the choughs > have got this far from Lizard so I don't have to try and control the > cat's predatory instincts. When we have gathered our forces (and > possibly some young and tender venison as the dragons' contribution to > the party) we'll head downalong to Bodmin Gaol. > > As we rove through the valleys.. to those caves in the mountains where > the robbers retreat. > > cheers > > > Catherine > > > -----Original Message----- > From: janet <janet@few4.orangehome.co.uk> > To: cornish <cornish@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 18:42 > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > > Never fear Lorna I am on my way. As I live the the seventeenth century, > I > have access to armour. I am equipped with a pikeman's breast plate and > an > English morion helmet. I have a pike (that would be the weapon not the > fish) > and a tuck (sword) and I am seeking you out. Is that your diamonds I > can see > or is it my herring scales? > I am bringing mince pies for your sustenance if you are incarcerated. > Don't > tell Oliver Cromwell though, he has banned them. Our mince pies are of > course meat based and oval. They were seen by the Puritans as > idolatrous > representations of Jesus' crib and therefore outlawed. If I am in > danger of > being caught I shall hurriedly feed them to the parrots. > I have had rather too much Lamb's Wool for my own good - much more I > shall > be whipping off my coif and letting my hair down. Got to make the most > of > partying tonight as I've been told that the world will end tomorrow. > Where is everyone? I am clattering up the stairs in my armour .... > Lorna? > ....Lorna? parrots? Ooops I've speared something with my pike - hope > it > isn't a parrot. > > Mistress Agnes > > -----Original Message----- > From: hlmw > Sent: Thursday, December 20, 2012 5:44 PM > To: Cornish > Subject: [CORNISH] Party 2012 arrival > > Using my red feather boa as a rocket ship is not always reliable, one > end > suddenly went out causing us into spiral in toward Bodmin Gaol (jail). > The > little red parrots, in great fear, jumped inside my white satin shirt > (where > it is always warm) as we hurtled down toward dark and dingy, long and > stony > walls bouncing this way and that causing the gigantic trifle to turn on > end > and roll down the circular staircase. What happened to it after that I > have > no idea. > My 7" diamond-covered high heels sprayed a blizzard of gems as we slid > into > a dead-end wall. There was no one about, not a soul, I expected some of > the > ladies and perhaps Arthur to appear, but nothing, only black silence. I > decided to shout: Halloooooooooooooo! Back came an echo: > Halloooooooooooooo! > Then another echo in a sepulchral voice: Halloooooooooooooooooo! That > wasn't > me. Who are youooooooooo, I shouted. Again the echo reverberated off the > dark and dingy walls. > Slowly, a large figure covered from head to toe in armour appeared > through > one of the cell walls, causing the parrots, who had been peeking out to > jump about in alarm. Who are you under that armour, I quavered. A deep > voice > rumbled around inside the armour: Joooooooooohn Oooooooooooooooh! I > fainted. > Will someone come and get me? > Lurking Lorna > > ------------------------------- > Subscribe to digest by sending an email to > CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com > with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. 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