Tuesday, 26 March 2019

TUNNELS UNDER KENDAL, PART TWO

By her late twenties,  she had already abandoned Christianity and flirted with then shunned Buddhism. They held no solution to her deep, dark terrors. She was, she believed, alone in a godless, meaningless and terrifying universe. Nothing, not even fear, mattered.
Thus, she found herself ready to face her fears, her demons, her tunnels under Kendal.
Finally she was ready to face the darkness under her town.


That was how she found herself crawling alone in the dark on a chilly spring morning. It had not rained for days, so she had opted to explore the tunnel where Blindbeck, now just a trickle of water, disappeared under the streets.

After only a few moments in darkness, she heard a shrill fluttering. Seconds later, tiny wings and claws scratched against her face. It was gone as suddenly as it appeared and she was alone in the darkness again. She crawled onwards.

And onwards, and did not return.


Saturday, 9 March 2019

THE KINGS OF THE NORTH, part 2.

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   Once, in his youth, he had marches beside Bonnie Prince Charlie. He had seen The King Across The Water- The Pretender, the King of the North- lead his Highlanders from the front. He had seem his king throw away his scabbard as he rushed into battle. He had, then, seen his armies crumble and fall.
   Now he was always waiting.

   "Why ever not?" his friends were tired of him saying. "Why not a King in the North? Why must we be ruled by Southerners, Saxons?"
   And he waited, and kept his pistols loaded and his sword sharp.
  
   As he waited, his king grew old and debauched. The Bonnie Prince drowned his sorrows on French wine in exile. He drowned his lust whoring on French beauties.
   
   And his loyal servant was always waiting.   

The Silver Elephant, part 3

It is wrong to steal, and know one likes a thief… but as my uncle always says,’ treasure is treasure.’
That little elephant became mine, and I was wondering what was so special about it… when the Ninja struck.
She swung up from the trees and landed- katana at the ready.
She lept towards me and I dodged aside.
She stabbed at me and I jumped away.
Then the cage began to rock.
As the floor swung under us, I fell. The Ninja fell on top of me.
With on hand she begun to strangle ne, with the other she reached for the elephant.
The cage swung again and we fell apart. I rolled out and fell down into the lagoon. As I fell, I lost my grip on the silver elephant.
A moment later, I heard the silver elephant singing to me.
Immediately, I dived down for it..
Through that clear water, past those strange fish, i saw to the elephant. I grasped it, and swam up again.
There was no sign of the Ninja, so I swam to shore where my family were waiting.

It was a pretty little thing, that elephant. It was a bit bigger than my thumb and beautifully carved, but I could not see why it was a ‘Great Treasure.’
‘This is not THE Silver Elephant, lad,’ Uncle bloodbeard explained,’ but it will lead us to the real one.’

Back on ship, Aunty June put the elephant on our map of ‘Out East’ Then she began to sing a slow, sweet song in a language which i did not know.
That little elephant sang back to her and started walking across the map. It was- at that time- the strangest thing which I had ever seen..
The elephant did not have far to walk. It soon sat down on an island not far from us, and stopped singing.
‘We’ve got it!’ I shouted.
‘Only half lad,’ my uncle reminded me.
The name of the tiny island where the elephant sat was ‘Monkey Island. That was where we sailed. Castaway Island did not have real castaways, so I wondered if Monkey Island would have real monkeys.

It did.
As soon as we landed on the shore, a family of monkeys ran out of the tree line, showing their fangs and screaming.
My family easily eat them of with the spades they were carrying, but the monkeys were almost as big as me. I was wrestled to the sand. O held it by its neck and kept it at arm's length. Then a second monkey started scratching and biting at my leg.
Luckily, Johnny came to my rescue. He fired his pistol into the air and scared off the monkeys.
As my aunt bandaged my led, I looked around the island. It looked about a mile long, was covered in palm trees, and had a steep mountain in the middle. I hoped that my family did not plan to dig up the entire place.
Fortunately not.
Bloodbeard took the silver elephant out of his pocket and put it down on the sand. As soon as aunt june sang to it, it started walking. We followed. It had tiny legs, so we followed it for hours.
I hoped that we would find the treasure before the Ninja attacked again.
We followed it up to the top of the mountain, where it stopped singing and sat down. Then we dug.
It did not take long before we hit solid silver. We dug carefully around it.
Down and down we dug. Wider and deeper. Hour after sweaty hour.
Then it was finally there… in a pit, 3 yards deep and 9 yards wide…
A life sized silver elephant.

‘Wow!’ I gasped. ‘The greatest treasure on Earth!’
‘Yes, and we found it,’ aunty june smiled.
‘Quite an adventure, eh?’ Uncle bloodleard roared.
‘Aye, but how will we get it back to the ship?’ I asked.
‘What lad?’ Aunty June asked.
‘It must weigh 20 tons, how will we move it?’ said I.
‘Don’t be daft lad, what on earth would I want all that silver for?’ said Bloodbeard.
Johnny and Aunty June laughed.
I could not see the joke.
‘It’s all about the adventure, lad,’ Johnney told me.
‘What? Why did we go all this way? I could have died… Why?’
‘For the adventure,’ said loodbeard. ‘To find the treasure. We got the whole lot, not half! That can very be taken from us,’ said Bloodbeard.
Aunty Jane and Johnny nodded.

That was that. We went home.
I did not understand my family in those days.
We were different from other people.

The End.

Saturday, 2 March 2019

Tunnels Under Kendal

It was the sinister uncertainty that bothered her. The dark possibilities under her feet.
It started with rumours  in her teenage years, and grew through analysis of the local geography. She observed the rivers which appeared and disappeared, and the limestone which was so prone to forming caves. She also studied the history and folklore of underground tunnels and secret passages.

And always more rumours… of tunnels under Kendal.
The tunnel from the castle to the old dairy .. the tunnel from the river to the market. .. the points where Blind Beck disappears... the abandoned bomb shelters. ..
How many more where there that she had yet to learn about?
More importantly,  who or what could be under her feet at any moment?

At night, she heard scraping and scratching in the darkness under her bed. By day she expected the ground to collapse under her feet with every step.


By her early twenties, she avoided walking along the river, or on Wildman Street or Lowther Street,  as both were known to be above tunnels. She also never slept on the ground floor of any building.
But on the other hand, she became more and more obsessed with researching the vaults and buried streets of distant cities.
Edinburgh, in particular, fascinated her.

Yet none of that gave her much comfort.  Paranoia and the exhaustion of sleepless nights gnawed her heart.


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To be continued.