Panache and the Great Hunt for the Acryli-Beast

[Pleater]

Some years ago now, before I was wearing kilts and visiting X marks, I was gazing out of the kitchen window - which faces south west towards the waters of Poole harbour and the Purbeck hills beyond - though they are not visible from the ground floor due to the trees.

It was dark, and I looked out at the moonlit garden. As I recall I had some Vivaldi playing at the time.

Slowly a great orange airship, brightly lit from inside, rose into view over the apple trees, climbing to attain sufficent altitude to cross the ridge my house stands upon.

Eventually it moved right over the roof of the house and vanished away to the north east.

I have for some time now suspected that the shock of its appearance has in some way affected me - could the whole of X marks the Scot be a symptom of some version of post traumatic stress disorder?

The concept of X marks is so perfectly in accord with my requirements of an ideal forum that the idea of it being a figment of my imagination and all an illusion is only of concern in case I should inadvertantly do anything which would get me cured of it.

[ccga3359]

Some years ago now, before I was wearing kilts and visiting X marks, I was gazing out of the kitchen window - which faces south west towards the waters of Poole harbour and the Purbeck hills beyond - though they are not visible from the ground floor due to the trees.

It was dark, and I looked out at the moonlit garden. As I recall I had some Vivaldi playing at the time.

Slowly a great orange airship, brightly lit from inside, rose into view over the apple trees, climbing to attain sufficent altitude to cross the ridge my house stands upon.

Eventually it moved right over the roof of the house and vanished away to the north east.

I have for some time now suspected that the shock of its appearance has in some way affected me - could the whole of X marks the Scot be a symptom of some version of post traumatic stress disorder?

The concept of X marks is so perfectly in accord with my requirements of an ideal forum that the idea of it being a figment of my imagination and all an illusion is only of concern in case I should inadvertantly do anything which would get me cured of it.

Okay, somebody's gotten into the cooking sherry...

[McClef]

It must have been looking for Acryli-Beasts in Shell Bay!

[Pleater]

Cooking sherry!!!

Oh no - I keep a bottle of Lamb's Navy rum on the shelf - for medicinal purposes, of course, such as the shock of having extremely orange glowing dirigibibibles appearing unexpectedly.

Shell bay is far too warm for Acryli-beasts, even in winter. The mild maritime climate means that we do not have snow.

It could, I suppose, have been on the lookout for the famous New Forest swimming deer which are seen from time to time in the waters of the Solent and associated harbours and rivers.

[Weasel Mender]

Let me add my thanks to those of ME. Beedee!!!!!!!! I was suffering horribly from the ersatz brown mung that was represented to be coffe......gotta run cup empty and it is 4 feet to the spigot

Mr. Mender

shameless bump so I can find this tale again without an arduous search

Weaselith:

[Pleater]

shameless bump so I can find this tale again without an arduous search

Weaselith:

During the recent reorganisation modesty prevented my suggesting that there should be a separate section for the story telling side of the off topical region - of course other people could do so, even if I could not possibly...

Anne the Pleater

[The F-H.C.A.G.]

Yet another shameless bump, since I referred to this thread in another post!



Be well,