Country Matter and Where to Put It

The next two pages are the same blog as this one - it's the only way I could get the pics to follow in order! Part one of three:

Well yes indeed, the Purple One is now one week old, and a party is ON at Cesspit Cottages in the grounds. Lixtroll has been reported to have been out on the hills at twilight surrounded with fluttering bats, sitting calmly (hemhem) in the gentle pool of light spread by an old kerosene lamp on a rise amongst the larches, singing to the four dogs who sat entranced before her, the words of an old Steeleye Span song. Many of you will be familiar with the strains of ‘Black Jack Davey’, which she had somewhat adapted to suit her own mood:

“Late last night when the squire came home
Enquiring for his lady,
Some denied and some replied:
She’s off with Purple Davey.
Go mount me the very dark horse,
The grey was ne’er so speedy:
I’ll ride up hills and I’ll ride down dales,
‘Till I catch Purple Davey. . . etc.”

Her loud strains as he ‘rode up hill and rode down dale, over many a wild high mountain’, echoed near and far across the valley of the Dochart, causing not too much distress to the inhabitants and delighting the wildlife no end.
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Part Two:
Meanwhile Westerwitch and Matron hosted a bonfire which was full of ‘Country Matter’ hemhem, chicken poo and the like of course, raising it to such a blaze that the cauldrons quite bubbled over and the Janitor perilously drove the 4x4 through the grounds to deliver a double Belfast sink to the shed which one day will be the new pottery. The extraordinarily good-looking carpenter and his simply breath-taking assistant whose eyes matched the colour of the skies today in their rampant blueness made Matron’s hormonal cauldron bubble over to excess, and she had to retire to a cool shady nook for a breath of fresh air to say nothing of Mme Grognonne’s cigars!

Then they all cooked some skool sossages and quaffed mightily of the Red Stuff, and wassailed and generally made merry until the Purplecoombes came home and the owls stood on their heads. Toasting the wellbeing and congratulating the wonderful crowd of erstwhile bloggers who have come to the Purple place in their droves and made it a beautiful place indeed.
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Part Three:
In the last day or two Matron has had to visit all the lovely rooms at the Towers with announcements, and much to her sorrow was so pressed for time in the race to rescue the Towers from ghastly invasion that she couldn’t stay and make personal comments – but suffice it to be said, the rooms are so impressive – she can only send out her apologies that she could not stop by for a cup of something and to have a chat – but soooooo Well Done to all of you! And WOW what a place this is becoming!!

Golly, now I’ve come over all teary and I have to sign off, it must be the cauldron’s smoke in my eyes; but just let me say: Thank You everyone for being such good sports! We have a toast up here which we use on such occasions: so I raise a glass to all of you wondrous people and shout:

Here’s to Us, and Blugger the Rest!!!!
End of today's blog - thank you (bows and exits left)