VBC1596 – Visit to Ironbrdge.

Jan 18

1592This is a re-run of a visit to Ironbridge in Shropshire with Harriet, originally podcast in November 2010. I thought you might like to hear it.

The Royal Tournament – Chapter 3

Jan 15

Groggins shows Splidge is special clothes.

Groggins shows Splidge is special clothes.

Splidge the Cragflinger – The Royal Tournament: Book 1 Chapter 3

Splidge ran home and told his mother that he had a job and was required to work for the King of Gud straightaway. He stuffed some clothes and the few home comforts he could find into a bag and explained that he needed to report to the Palace within the hour.

The Royal Tournament – Chapter 2

Jan 14

You don't look like a Cragflinger!

You don’t look like a Cragflinger!

Splidge the Cragflinger – The Royal Tournament by Richard Vobes – Chapter 2

Splidge had never been to the Palace before, but he could see it from his village. It wasn’t always visible. The City was often shrouded in a thick layer of smog. Rain made everything damp, so people stoked their fires to keep warm causing smoke to belch out of hundreds of red brick chimneys. The foggy atmosphere hung low and smothered the Guddian folk as they walked along the grimy streets.

The Royal Tournament – Chapter 1

Jan 13

Splidge looked at the strange advertisement.

Splidge looked at the strange advertisement.

Splidge the Cragflinger – The Royal Tournament – Chapter 1

It was always raining in the land of Gud. It never stopped, so umbrellas were essential. One boy who didn’t have an umbrella was Splidge. He was dripping wet and soaked to the skin, and surprised the City hadn’t flooded long ago.
Seeking shelter, the boy ducked under an arch of the venerable Market Hall. The ancient timber-framed building sat on tall stone pillars in the City centre and made a perfect respite from the constant drizzle. As puddles formed around his shoes, Splidge shook the water from his bedraggled jacket and dried his sandy-coloured hair with a handkerchief.

The Royal Tournament – Prologue

Jan 13

I make this for the King!

I make this for the King!

Splidge the Cragflinger – The Royal Tournament – Prologue

The door creaked open and the Clockmaker looked up. A tall thin man dressed in black stood in the doorway, a hood hiding his face. The cold February chill blew into the room. The old hunched Clockmaker hated interruptions when he was working. It was early and he was not expecting any visitors.