Nearly wasted trip

Oh boy, yet another postie card through the door, missed you again - well, yeah, I was lolling in the bath at the time lol Went down to post office this morning, just caught the parcels office - but my parcel has been delivered to the main PO not the parcels one, and they were just shut. Rats. Here am I with a huge shopper bag ready for a parcel and nothing to put in it. But - I did manage to remember to take the disposable camera out to get developed. So, two places to visit on Monday. Rain, you can stay away, please.

Yesterday's night out with the girls was lovely, it was great seeing the folks I used to work with again. And the food and the show were equally excellent. Now to arrange another not so dressed to the nines night out mid January to stave off the blues.

Ready yourselves for more plugging (do not groan!) Monday.

Edited - oh boy am I the world's worst proof reader, didnt even get title right!

In a rush

In a rush, I overslept, and in a panic as the hairdrier died on me. Frantic search for the travel one, and hey presto I was at the writers group only ten minutes late. Phew. Hair looked like I had been dragged through a bush as I would not put a hat on top. That was bad as the wind swept the hair every way but where it was meant to be.

That aside, tonight is big night out, girls night that is. We are going to an Abba tribute night with meal at a classy hotel. Last time I was there (years ago) I had left my keys at home and didn't discover this until in the taxi back. I spent overnight with one of the girls, hubbie was in a huff for the week. Well, I blamed him for not waking up to the knock in the middle of the night!

So - I need to sort my pills for the week first, then sort what I will be wearing, then run a deep bath. Oh, and make something to eat and drink before all that. Isn't life exciting, lol

Ah, yes, first Xmas card today! Yes, honestly, relatives in Canada. Hope I put their address in with the Xmas list ...

busy day

Apologies for spelling errors (typos basically) yesterday, shows you what my eyesight truly is like.

Today I have been 'shopping' comparing prices, now I need to make a list of what I will buy where lol Big differences in places, but it is very trying on the feet!

Also been to see mum, awake for once after just finishing lunch. Didn't stop her munching on the small aero bubbles though. Still not making sense, but chattered away merrily. I tried not to notice the falling face when we took her to the lounge on time to leave, but over an hours worth was a very good visit time wise. Now we are debating what to do for her Christmas - it will all depend on the weather for the other half of the family to visit of course. I said that if it wasn't possible Christmas week, I would take stuff down as a whole. That depends whether it is icy or not as well. Apart from the decoration that are just beginning to go up, she does not know what day it is never mind time of year anyway.

Writing coming on in dribs and drabs, where story is at timewise has dried up for now, so I am concentrating on bits further on that are fairly fresh. What a way to write, but it works as long as I remember to fill in the holes later on.

Successful ahopping day

Took a well needed break out of the house today, up to city south of us for a change. Got hubbie a nice coat with lots of pockets at half price and will leave the full price tag on it to see the look on his face when he opens pressie! Also another bag full of choccies for son's 'goodie bag'. Confession time - two small packets were replacements for those I have eaten over this last week, naughty me.

Thanks for the comment Sarahandbella, nipped the depression in the bud! Glad you like the story so far, it gets kinda complicated .....

I nearly didn't get to go out as well - a frantic search for the bank card I know the pin number for, phew, wrong hiddie place. Having lost a card once, I won't take them out unless I need them now.

quick acknowledgements

Well, without knowing who you are -

Hi Have A Nice Day to those across 'The Pond'
G'Day how ya goin' mates
Guten Tag, wie gehts
et Bonjour mes amis, comment ca va
Not forgetting my very own UK friends, have a coffee on me, all of you .....

Story time again

Wot no comments on the story even? I am disappointed and depressed. Here's instalment chapter 7 anyway, enjoy, I hope .....

7
Dave was filling his mind with knowledge, most seemed to be relearned when he thought about it. Exactly how much SHOULD he know? He still had no idea of his true name or identity, where he had come from.
The two had been true to the offer and he was happy with his own little space. They had scoffed at the equipment, primitive to their own, lost, and though he could not remember Dave agreed. He thought he should be used to something even more sophisticated than that he was faced with. He obviously knew his way around systems he quickly found out. There WERE small signs in inconspicuous news articles of disappearances and it did not take Dave long to find enough to convince him that the machine HAD been working.
The two paled as they reviewed the list of incidents Dave presented. Dates, times even, matched precisely when they had powered up the machine and achieved peaks.
“OK, I got your attention. Am I behaving enough to be allowed to study the machine itself at last?”
“What do you think you can achieve by that, Dave? Without memory, you could cause serious harm.”
“Not if I’m just LOOKING and not touching buttons or dials, whatever, Prof Slongur; you can do a close supervision thing if you are that worried.”
“That is an excellent idea, Dave. Slongur - I think we should allow our COLLEAGUE access. As he said, no touch no harm. We can go on from there if he comes up with something we have overlooked. Not that I think we have,” at his partner’s look of annoyance, “but it cannot cause any harm to see things from another’s perspective.”
Dave was happy to see the machine up close for the first time. Some looked vaguely familiar, other bits looked - alien. What the heck, he thought; I can’t tell anyway, I don’t know what I’m doing here to start with …..
Slongur and Lagarto were delighted to see the careful observations he made and several ‘assumptions’ he made were proven correct. This convinced the pair more than ever that Dave was one of their own, sent to them, somehow. But for what purpose they did not know - to help, or to SPY?
Enough for the one day, Dave thought, and told the pair he was tired and would take a longer evening than usual. Once he was sure the pair had retired themselves, he took his own ‘secret’ route to the outside world. They were not the only ones keeping their cards close to their chests he thought as the ancient idiom came to mind.
Sat on a grassy bank overlooking a wide river, several ruins and buildings carefully conserved from the past in the longer distance, he mused. A transport lit from within flashed slowly overhead. He was not interested in exploring further, not yet at least; all he wanted was fresh air and a feeling of freedom from the indoor spaces.
The night was the most beautiful of all to him, hiding the blemishes of the sun lit world. And the moon hid most of the stars at the full, its cities themselves invisible as the sun glanced off as they both continued the great dance through the heavens.
Returning, he planned his next sojourn into the outside. He would turn the other way around the laboratory buildings, and visit the truly ancient site that was called prehistoric, and had been rebuilt and rebuilt times beyond count in the long years.

Here we go again ...

,,, all good friends and jolly good company. Hello readers I mean. Yesterday was dismal so I am happy to say I feel much more buoyed up today. And it's Monday again. Only thing Monday is worth is the plug lol so here we do go again .....

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Big day in town yesterday

It was a very special day in town yesterday, Prince William came to open the new pool and leisure centre. No, I didn't join the crowds, it was far too cold and my ankles were seized up a bit. I am slowly (or not so slowly nowadays) into an old lady. Still waiting for the pension though. Anyway, I saw plenty on the news later on. He is very good with the kids dont you think.

Big day today as well, tv wise at least. Dr Who's 50 anniversary. But I shall be watching the repeat tomorrow - not even Who stops my Saturday night out, unless I am under the weather. My son asked me who 'my' Doctor was and I said Tom Baker. No he said, your first Doctor. I laughed and said that as I was 10 at the time it started, the original had to be mine then but I didnt remember much - save I liked his grand-daughter, same name as me lol Nowadays favourite is choice of two, Tom is neck and neck with David.

I need another coffee, inner warmth aside from keeping hands warmed up by the fire. And it's not even winter yet! Need to find where I buried all that thermal stuff last year.

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It's Friday already!

Yet again, the week has flown into oblivion. I have managed to get several more pages of Thorn completed, the story is progressing slowly but surely. Ideas for Magical Wall 3 have however come to a grinding halt. Oh well can't have it both ways I suppose. Now small story I wrote for the writers group has me thinking along another storyline ..... I need to concentrate. Very hard to do when sunlight much too bright and wont let me see the screen - light on, curtains shut. What a waste of sunlight!

How is everyone doing weatherwise? (what a typically inane British thing to natter about) As said, bright glorious sunlight, but cold. Fire is on and I have the fleece on top of jumper. My fingers are semi numb, the computer station is in the corner out of the direct warmth.

Yes, I do have the ever present hot cup of coffee on the go lol

I might have even tried braving the seafront chaos had I not been feeling shivery. We have a royal visitor this afternoon to open the new swim pool/leisure centre. I just know I will see a lot more of him on the later TV than I ever would get the chance on site. Not my idea of fun, shivering on the seafront, no matter who the celeb was. What a grump old woman I am becoming .....

More general natter ...

Well, better think up something to say, eh? Sorry my brain is sluggish - I am cold. Sneezing a lot, nose running oin and off like a dripping tap, par for the course this season. I feel guilty putting the fire on, but the room needs some background warmth even though I am sat in several layers of wooly stuff.

Went out earlier this week, a bus ride to go to the 'outlet' village where stuff comes at half the normal retail price. I came home with one purchase, wow. See, still being careful ahead of the festivities. So much for the dry forecast, it sleeted and was very unpleasant.

I congratulate myself also for not mentioning Dr Who - great Whovian that I am, I have been relishing the run up to the 50 anniversary thing. And who will be out as usual Saturday night when it airs, um? It's repeated on Sunday folks, yay!

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story time part six

An extra bit for you this week, just because I am feeling generous lol - but mainly because I am mind blank about natter at the moment ...

Petar had become a fully fledged citizen of the twenty first century. The women found themselves reviewing the current ‘knowledge’ about early humans - Petar could have been ‘thick’ without the schooling modern people undertook, but he was both ingenious in every sense of the word and extremely well tuned to others moods. He also served as additional security to the place - refusing accommodation elsewhere shared or otherwise. Bear Camp was ‘home’ in this world as well.
The small ‘family’ of scientists and researcher that lived at Bear Camp, not to speak of the small growing ‘army’ of volunteers who wanted to escape the ‘rat race’, now turned automatically to the expert who clearly knew more of the time and surroundings of the original camp. He had seemed uncomfortable to leave the Camp after his arrival, but now moved around freely and happily. He was never too busy to give advice when asked, or ask it for that matter.
And although uncomfortable at sleeping elsewhere it seemed, he welcomed overnight guests. After one long day out with Oriana visiting several differing religious centres, she had stayed long in discussion. Oriana had been fascinated by Petar’s description of the Mother Creator, Dam, and deeply amused at his polite description of mother festivals. He had wickedly grinned, and told her he did not know of the equivalent in this time; save she had briefly touched on ‘parties’ and the like when people let their hair down. Women had literally and figuratively let their hair down at mother festivals with the intention of enticing the men to their furs in his time.
It was late indeed, and Petar asked her to stay - he would cook, they would drink and talk and then sleep in the furs. Never mind the food she countered, only one drink to slake a sudden dry throat; the talk had made her hungry for something much more interesting …..
Petar had blissfully shown her how a woman was treated in his time to Honour the Mother.
Wrapped in each others arms in the fur, she teased that if that was how men treated women back in the Stone Age, modern man could relearn a thing or two. He retorted if that was the way modern women treated their men, they were indeed more than remiss in these matters.
The rest of the camp ‘family’ noted that Oriana spent at least one night a week ‘overnighting’ from that night forward.

Petar took a longer ‘field trip’ with Davi to see ‘the BIG city’, the nearest huge conurbation to the smaller place where the Bear Camp was based. This was north, a full day’s journey by rail.
Davi noticed Petar stiffen as they neared. The train slowed to begin the approach to the centre.
“Petar? …” he ventured, curious.
“I don’t know, Davi, something … I feel I should know …”
The feeling increased as the train led into the station across a bridge over a large lazy river. Davi led the way to a bus that would take them back across the river and the Iron Age remains he wanted them to visit.
Petar stood transfixed as memory took him back to his ‘roots’. His camp had stood here, on the hillock, with the hint of a ditch; not the deep moat it had become much later.
“Home, Davi, home. My first home, where I grew up. I know it. Dig much further than this and you will find signs of burning, maybe even tools, small bones. I could show you where the fishing boats were kept by the riverside if the buildings were not here.” He carefully paced out a short way from the entrance to the place, post holes in evidence.
“My home stood here, exactly here. Later people built on the ruins of my time. Much as Roman’s did, Davi, and others will once this time is long gone.”
Both were lost in their own thoughts, silent, on the way back. Davi said goodbye for the night as they approached the camp, and turned to go to his home. Petar entered the great lodge and changed into the comforting hide vest and leggings he was wont to wear when in the Camp, taking a quick walk to the long drop latrine, smiling at the wheeling stars overhead. A white flash and he was gone.

Part Five

Sat in the visitors’ lounge that was never in fact used by visitors, Dave found himself almost unbelieving. The machine they were working on transported things, people, across TIME? And they had all come from the far future?
The problems had arisen when the machine transported WITH them; contact with base had been irrevocably lost. There was something missing, but they did not know what - YET they stressed. They could not focus on time or space SPECIFICALLY without the missing item. It must be another power source they thought.
And the military thought this ‘weapon’ would let them simply remove people and machinery and place them wherever they wanted, out of the theatre of conflict at least.
How did they know the machine was not working though he stressed. Because nothing had materialised where it should, in the lab. It was not working. He shook his head, how could the pair be so DENSE. They KNEW they could not focus specifically, but this was exactly what they were expecting. Things and people COULD be moving through time and space at each and every ‘bolt’, just because they did not appear there did not mean it was not happening.
The two looked at one another, as if realising this for the first time. Look, Dave said, let me out in a library, a good library with news sources from around the globe, and he would find any anomaly he could.
There was no need of a library they said, they would give him a small office further along from the lab, with access to the complete database of electronic news and more that was what was once called The Internet. And they could provide links and paths to places that the authorities thought hacker proof. Use these they said and no trace would remain in the systems. Their technology was far superior. Oh, they wished they could link up with their own systems in the future …..
They did in fact enjoy books and had libraries in their world, but these were a novelty mainly used by the super rich or academics of the time who wished time to contemplate instead of being sat at a dull screen or spinning disc all day. Paper of whatever kind did not last long over time, but the more modern the people were the more they looked back at ‘simpler’ times and methods with longing and regret for things vanished.
Dave was hooked, how could he leave this place with that kind of knowledge at his fingertips? He still had no memories of before, but it was no handicap. He would help, but he hid his mistrust well. They were holding a lot back. Must be their very nature that made them suspicious, even of their own.

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peaceful Sunday

Just a quick note to say hello to my overseas readers, thanks for popping in. Have you noticed there is a translation tool enabled? I thought it might be useful.

I hope your weather is warmer than here, not down to freezing yet but on the way. I am sat in fleecy gillet already. And hope your Christmas preparations are coming along OK. I have started the big tidy up already, it may well take that long to get it to perfection that I want ..... nah, never does get to perfection. My home is lived in, and looks it!

Oops!

Yes, oops, exactly. Where was I yesterday? This was the ONLY website normally visited that I ignored yesterday. Bad. bad, blogging! Not helped by the fact I had nothing to say lol

Still not much to say today either. This gets very hard at times. I did some more window shopping after the writers club, not many there this week either. Well, I did see exactly what I wanted for my mum for Xmas, nice cardi with huge buttons and small fur collar. £79! NO WAY! I want something for a third of that! No, I am not deliberately trying to be stingy, but I am trying to stretch the wonga as far as I can ..... it aint gone far yet either.

Hope everyone has done a bit better than I have so far, and haa cards ready to write and post. Needs must - if I don't write the overseas ones in the next week they won't get there before the new year. And a written card with a short note is still preferable to an email. I am still old fashioned.

natter, natter

Yesterday was a dismal day, not just weather wise. Very little sun, but plenty of wind. We attended a funeral midday, a very popular man from the club passed away and the crem had standing room only.

We then went into town for a coffee which turned into a meal, yum. I did my best to do some shopping after that, but shops did not have what I was looking for. What was on sale at £6 couple of weeks ago when I had no money had disappeared, replaced by £8.50 similar with no packaging! Talk about a rip off, well the stocking won't have that particular item in them after all.

I had better luck today, replacement tree lights for much less than I had feared, and a liquid present for hubbie that didn't break the bank either. Hey, am I doing well or what! I wouldn't buy any more sweet stuff for fear of eating it far too early lol

Lovely ham and pease pud stottie sarnie as well, definitely a cheat on the diet but what the heck. I have seafood stirfry for dinner so not feeling that guilty.

Story part 4

Sorry it is so late in the day, will update you on happenings tomorrow.

Petar was led through a large park surrounding the museum, with ruins he could not recognise to a final large field and the familiar stream running to the side. The Bear Camp stood in all its glory! People moved around inside and out, dressed as he knew, but yet not. The clothing was, different, made out of something that was neither leather nor fine weave of hairs and plant.
Still in a state of confusion, he quickly pointed out to Davi that the latrine should be, HAD been, much further back from the stream and partly sheltered by the trees to the rear of the building at the furthest end.
“I thought as much!” Davi laughed. “Did we get the rest of it right, Petar? And will you share your knowledge with us to make the place what it once was? Of course it is but a replica, the original now lies far under the museum foundations. This is as near as we could make it from excavations.”
“Excav-ations? What is this, Davi? And how do you speak my tongue?”
“Come, sit at the Hearth with us and we will tell you. We are FRIENDS, Petar, never forget that. I will try to guide you.”
Sat, feeling much more at ease in familiar surroundings, Petar was shown a tiny instrument that fitted inside the ear unseen and did not hurt. The others showed theirs.
“This is how we know your tongue, Petar. And it is how you will know ours and others as if they are your own.” He fitted the microscopic translation device in his ear and was amazed to find himself taking in another tongue.
“This … marvel, Davi. How many more shocks do I have to go through?!”
The company laughed. “Many, many more, friend from the far past,” Davi said, “first we must introduce ourselves and then try to explain exactly where you are, no, more WHEN.”
And Davi introduced his primary assistant in the Bear Camp Project, Mike: followed by three young women students in final year of their advanced degrees - Oriana, Robin and Beth. There were a few more attached to the project but they would be introduced later.
“Bear Camp, as you know it Petar, was founded in what is known as the Pleistocene Era, The Great Ice Age of the planet. Bear Camp as you see it today, reconstructed, now, lies in the year AD 2010. That is approximately 30,000 to 36,000 thousand years in your future.”
Petar looked up, dumbfounded. HOW many years????? He did not count in years, just cycles of seasons. How many was this?
“I cannot comprehend this, Davi. Why am I here?”
“Why indeed, Petar. I arrived in a similar fashion as you did - on a great bolt of lightning or light. I can only say that I myself come from a time frame several thousand years into this future. It has been far easier for me to integrate here than it will be for you.”
“Yes, you must go through school, Petar,” Oriana spoke, “And we women will be your teachers. Be prepared for some crash courses!”
School? Crash courses? His mind ran in circles. “But, I do not know ‘thousands’, counting is done with the fingers, or maybe toes if need be. I do not have words for more than a ‘great’ herd. And what is school?”
Beth laughed. “School is a place to learn, Petar.” She looked ruefully at the others. “Crash courses are not entirely appropriate Oriana. I at least did not appreciate the task - you will need to learn from extreme basics what our children do from the age of five, and school does not end until they are at least aged sixteen, usually into their twenties if they are bright.”
“Nor I Beth,” Oriana spoke. “So you have some numerical knowledge in simple form, Petar. Numbers are counted from ones to tens. tens to hundreds to thousands. Ten tens make one hundred, ten hundreds make one thousand; each multiple, or stage, adds another figure called a nought to the equation, or the whole.”
Petar was astonished to realise he was understanding, but he could not ‘see’ the number. “And 30,000 is - how many noughts?”
Oriana smiled at him. “You will be a fast learner Petar. 30,000 described as I just said is three tens followed by three noughts.”
He smiled back at her. “I cannot imagine this figure, Oriana, it is too … big.”
They all laughed softly. “The figure is too big for most people to visualise easily, Petar. Where I come from, numbers are worked by vast machines in noughts far beyond what people can make sense of. Thankfully you do not need this kind of skill to that level. I let the machines do the calculus while I concentrated on the method.”
“People, not mind you come from the future Davi?”
“Lordie, heavens NO. No-one knows but you and these four. And they know purely because I arrived right under their noses! And that’s the way it stays. You and I would be proverbial guinea pigs if it were known. The girls will explain that to you. School used to be a big bore even in my time, and it was high tech compared to this era. Learn, my friend, and learn QUICKLY.”
The rest of the day was spent tackling basic literacy. He could not progress until he understood letters and numbers. Petar’s head spun dizzily as he finally lay on a familiar sleeping platform covered with a familiar fur blanket. His dreams were those of an infant - symbols of letters ran round in confusion.
For all his ‘home’ lay so far in the past, Petar proved an excellent fast learner. Several months later he could pass outside without problem or notice. He enjoyed ‘field trips’ into the wider community immensely, but was careful to take one of the women with him in case problems arose. Many lessons were conducted this way and it was far more productive than plain books.
When tours had been taking place around the camp, Petar could be seen studying THIS world in the small anti-chamber that had been a storeroom, making ‘housekeeping’ lists if he was asked.
Davi had visited a friend ‘in high places’ as he called it, and Petar was now known to the system at large with a believable past and documents to prove it. He was officially seconded to the Project as a paid specialist and researcher. Anyone who wanted to know more about him was referred to ‘records’ in the town university.
Bear Camp, with minor adjustments made with Petar’s knowledge became a major tourist attraction long before the exhibition closed and another opened. Funding was granted indefinitely by overjoyed town officials who saw the potential of the place with greedy eyes.
This was even more a money spinner than the Roman ruins.

Plug time again .....

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Horrible weathr today, so now concentrating on writing. Back tomorrow with another story post. Have a good day whatever your weather is doing.

Changes already

Hi again, just a note to say I missed the normal comments button and have changed it back to what it was. I am still waiting for your comments lol

Sign in again Monday, have a good weekend.

Friday again, already ...

Doesn't time fly when you are having fun, or not. I do not know where this week has gone, and barely remember most of it. Hope that isn't early senility!

Spent my lasttenner on salad for sarnis and edible stocking fillers for the younger generation. Been a good girl, I have handed them to hubbie for safe keeping. The first lot of maltesers didnt make it, so ensuring this lot do. I still have a sweet tooth, and two or three of whatever is never enough, so I pay with stomach ache the next day for over indulgence. At least the wintery weather has got me thinking healthy home made broths and soups, trouble is you have to have the crusty bread with them lol

Christmas is fast approaching, dont delay in perusing books and selecting at least one. I have to wait until nearer the end of the month for money to go in bank again before I can splash out. It's a long wait!

Don't know where my comments button went, but please, please, talk back to me. Might get me thinking of something else to bore you all with .....

shopping, shopping, cancelled ...

Well, I got all showered and dressed in glad rags to undertake a wonderful Xmas shopping spree - well, a small one - but wshere was the money? After last week's holiday, I am down to my last tenner. Drawer where readies should be is empty. Hubbie is out of house and unobtainable. Sigh. Made another coffee and sarnie and settled down to comp as usual. Hope he has some money left when he comes home.

Still no comments. Even bigger sigh. Anyone care to say about changes to layout? I am unsure of what I have allowed myself, and promise I wont have any ads. I dislike ads myself and will not inflict on others instead.

On the plus side, I actually have got some writing done this week. Thorn is slowly moving on ...

Windy Wednesday

Yes it sure is windy, windows and doors are rattling if not firmly shut. Also cold, but no good turning fires up as heat blowing straight up the chimney! Sat in three layers already. Yes, I AM a hot house flower, but you should have already guessed that!

Mother visiting day. Sigh. I always come home depressed, whether she is cheerful or weepy, it does not matter. She makes no sense, although we do sense she is trying to tell us tales of what her daily routine is it is impossible to unravel. It is very hard work for us all. At least we know she is cared for and certainly not starved or mistreated. I do wonder if she makes sense to herself inside her head, but she does not scream at us in frustration for our lack of understanding. It is something we will never know. I am not looking forward to getting this way myself.

I noticed the one Australian viewer, so - Hi Joy! Spread the word and give your friends a laugh, I do try to keep this humorous in the main. Apart from the plugging, and the serial story, well, thats what the blog was really started for lol

Waves and hugs to everyone looking in. PLEASE comment, just to say hi if nothing else.

storytime 3

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Life was good for Petar, he had just participated in yet another successful hunt and was bent over a stream taking a drink and cleaning blood off him as much as possible. He straightened to return to the others who were shouting to him to return, they were loaded and were moving off to the camp.
A Bolt came from a sunny sky and he vanished.
The others looked and looked; no sign of him was to be found. Dammi looked at a tiny scrap of fur that could have been from a hunting cloak.
“Where in Dam’s name has he gone, Dammi?” The hunt leader queried, worried and perturbed.
“Where he came from possibly.” Dammi answered cryptically, hoping this was the case. He had barely seen the white flash out of the corner of his eye, and would not say more. Petar was gone where he was bidden. ‘May Dam guide your way, Petar, and no harm befall you’ he whispered as he held his amulet.

Petar was disoriented but knew who he was and what he knew. But he did not know this world! Strange tall angular buildings that shone with light, wide ribbons of hard material with even stranger carriages moving at speed along the ribbons.
And a great noise came to him as he lay hidden behind a moveable barrier of some sort. People of all shapes and sizes came towards him around a corner, garish costumes, some dressed as animals, drums and something like flutes playing loudly.
“Come on man! No point layin’ there in the dirt while the Carnival is on!” And two men came from the throng, helping him to his feet. He did not understand the language but grinned and joined them doing a slow dance along the ribbon with them. His clothing was perfect for the carnival, light leather vest and leggings with a calf length cape of fur. The others did not see the pockets of the cape and leggings full with carefully crafted flint objects and bone darts.
What mad place is this, he thought, as they passed a long set of railings of - rock? He did not know what metal was. There was a large poster either side of great gates, open, inviting people inside. The poster showed tools - his kind of tools - and pictures of men that could have been straight out of the cave. He slapped the two on the back and ran through the gates before they could drag him back into the pulsating parade.
The place bore a name - ‘Museum’, whatever that meant. A lone guard stood at the entrance doors up the fine hewn stairs, who laughed as Petar approached, “Y’all dressed in part today, go on in - free for the festival - and enjoy!”
Petar did not understand a single word, but the beckoning motion to go inside was clear enough and he grinned with a small head movement towards the man as he ran inside. Silence reigned and his feet - still covered in slightly bloodied leather sandals, slapped noisily sending soft echoes around the lofty halls.
Just as well the exhibition was laid out for an international audience; he found his way to the main display following pictures. He could not read the little cards with symbols on them outside the great coverings of invisible hard substance, but knew the exhibits well. There were tools identical to the ones in his pockets, as fresh as if they had been touched out of the rock yesterday. And the great double headed axe - he stopped in shocked recognition - he knew this, he had left it to the side as he drank and was about to pick it up - the tell tale tiny notch on the left was where he had nearly ruined the great blade in the original knapping.
The great central invisible casing held a scale model of Bear Camp. Tiny figures were placed here and there. He wanted to tell them they had got some detail of placements wrong; there was no way they would have built the latrine that near the stream! No one was in sight and he could not tell them in any case. The whole place crowded around him suddenly and he ran in confusion and panic.
One of the figures could have been him - what, where was this place?!
Running outside to the bright sunlight, the guard nowhere in sight, he looked around not knowing which way to turn. A man appeared up the ribbon of gravelly stones, hailing him with arm raised.
“Petar! There you are! I had expected you earlier, but it seems you have seen the exhibition before the real thing!”
He stopped short, wide eyed. The man spoke his tongue! He stood, rooted.
The man ran to him, embracing him in a bear sized hug before holding him in front of him, hands on his shoulders.
“I understand you are disoriented, Petar. This jump must have been an ordeal for you. I am a friend, Davi, and I will help you.”
Petar found his voice at last. “Help, Davi? That is most welcome.”


Dave tried his best to winkle out the secret without seeming too keen in case he raised the two’s suspicions.
His fears were nigh confirmed the day the men with bright boots and buttons marched in insolently. This was a military project then, and he knew he HATED all militia with fervour. Militia caused war, they did not stop it.
The colonel nearly interrogated the two on the spot. Why was no progress being made? Did they need more funds? Was the whole thing beyond their knowledge?!
The two made placating noises, assuring him everything was progressing, yes slowly, but progressing nonetheless. No, they could not explain further, it was far too technical for the colonel and his aides to understand. More funds of course would be appreciated …..
The colonel left as abruptly as he had entered. Further funding would be on its way shortly, let them know how they wanted it paying this time.
The two saw the black brooding look Dave gave at the men’s retreating backs.
“You recognise anyone, Dave?”
“No. All I do know is that I hate military men with a vengeance, don’t know why.” He rose and faced them. “I want no part of this - thing - if it’s military, of any kind. I’ll say goodbye to you now.” He turned to go.
“Dave! Don’t be so hasty. Besides, where will you go? What will you do?”
“Dunno. Anything I guess. Menial if I have to.”
“There’s no need for anything so drastic, my friend. You are doing well here, stay and learn again.”
“You reckon, Prof Slongur? I don’t know I CAN learn any more without both of you letting me in on the inside. Cough up, at least a little, and I’ll stay.”
The two looked at each other. They would have to let him ‘in’ to keep him there - and they did NOT want him wandering out of their control to talk to anyone he wanted to. He had seen too much already.
“OK, Dave,” Lagarto said reasonably, “We’ll let you ‘in’ so to speak. But that makes you well and truly tied to us whether you like it or not. This must not get out.”
Slongur laughed. “Even to the military idiots that are funding us. They THINK they have a weapon to end all weapons. They don’t, not quite. And it is OUR project, NOT theirs.”
“Just as well then. Fine. Lets go sit in the parlour as it were with a good drink while you spill the beans.”
It was not until much later that Dave realised the colonel had spoken in another language and he had understood it. The language Lagarto and Slongur used was not of this place.

A sale .....

Yippety doo dah, someone bought the book! And NOT one of the plugged ones, lol. Thank you whoever you are! I hope there will be many more to come, not listening to the little voice saying dream on ...

It is freezing here, I will NOT put the heating on before 4pm. Double jumpers is working just fine for now, plus another cup of steaming hot coffee. Ahh.

Monday again .....

Its Monday again, and you all know what that means .....

US site
http://tinyurl.com/ksuxmzz Time Jumpers, dawn of earth to far distant earth, the Rock must be saved

http://tinyurl.com/k6pftsd Gossamer Threads, friendship, intrigue across the years

http://tinyurl.com/lsl2gpn Magical Wall, Holly has a marvellous secret
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http://tinyurl.com/mkw2fhs Magical Wall 2, Kimi disappears, Holly and friends must find her

UK site
http://tinyurl.com/p63slvm Time Jumpers, dawn of earth to far distant earth, the Rock must be saved

http://tinyurl.com/nj59x79 Gossamer Threads, friendship, intrigue across the years

http://tinyurl.com/p28wjnr Magical Wall, Holly has a marvellous secret

http://tinyurl.com/ndzqnej Magical Wall 2, Kimi disappears, Holly and friends must find her

Time is fast running out .....

I'm back home

Ah Home Sweet Home, get those fires on quick it's perishing in here! Our journey to Torquay went fairly quietly weatherwise, the opposite of what we had expected. The weather there was on and off, it couldn't make its mind up whether to rain or not. Got soaked a couple of times anyway. Hotel room was freezing, heater would not work for us, so the spare blankets were fully utilised. Cold rooms I can take, but cold bed, no.

Journey home was a lot wilder, windy and blowing wet. It took 11 hours compared to the 9 it took getting there. And coming home to a freezing house, brrrrrr

WHAT NO COMMENTS????? I KNOW you are lurking out there, reading my ramblings ...