Hello Everybody, happy March! I was reminded earlier this week, by Richard of The Suffolk Project, that it’s not always obvious how big, or indeed small, the Little Houses actually are when they are not seen in person. People are often surprised by their diminutiveness when they happen across one of them… So, I thought, especially seeing as how there have been quite a few new people joining us at the table lately – Hello, welcome, there’s tea in the pot and custard creams on that plate over there, please do help yourself – it might be a good time to revisit the facts…
Never let their size lull you into a false sense of safety. They are rebellious, feisty and not to be tangled with…
Richard was here, by the way, to do a photo shoot, the poor man left exhausted. There were nigh on a hundred Little Houses present, more than enough to try the patience of angels. We are awaiting the results… The Little Houses are quite unbearable with their incessant witterings about it…
Meanwhile, there’s only one week to go now until the Cheltenham Craft Fair and preparations have reached fever pitch… Luckily there’s a little respite in the other corner of the table… Let’s listen to this pair, they are in a world of their own…
Living on the Edge 228; High Fliers…
Having been in a meeting all day, a meeting that was scheduled to last half an hour, let it be said, Peter and Mark were, not surprisingly, feeling very cheesed off. They had no need to verbalise this feeling; they had known each other since childhood and, most of the time, they functioned as one being.
Feeling like lemonade in a shaken bottle, they burst from the stuffy office and climbed up to the plateau. Considered dangerous, on account of the numerous craters, it was always deserted. But it had always been their favourite hideout, high above any troubles, a place completely in the now. Mark excitedly unfurled the kite and its tail while Peter snapped a bar of chocolate into pieces.
The kite billowed up into the sky taking the weight of the office, the meeting and the bad day with it and, the more distant they became, the more perfect Mark and Peter’s life felt… xxx
PS… There’s a little reel clip here if you have a minute… xxx