In the thick of it

Like an Isle of Wight version of the sword in the stone, my garden contains a chisel in the tree trunk. However much we try to release it, it won’t budge. Maybe we need a person of royal potential to come and release it for us…

The Bard of Vectis

Taking his throne on the cajon, the Bard looks around the circle and sees all eyes are focussed on him. The tales he must weave must be as enthralling as those he recounts from Scheherazade. The canopy of silken scarves above and the pile of sumptuous cushions within the circle add to the ambiance of the night as we listen transported to a far distant time of Caliphs and magic carpets and thieves that hide in jars. The room is dimly lit from a twinkle of fairy lights draped to one side and flickering candle-light whether real or imagined who can tell?
All too soon the tales are told and the palace walls fade into rows of bookshelves while seas filled with mythical creatures transform to the beanbags and pillows on the library floor.
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