A very interesting story.
I think this is a fabulously tickling "special feature" of your Art Universe gift-box edition! It is clearly your style, but you also investigate it through Langford Poole, with similes and diction that make it credible yet cause indeed some chuckles over here. Yes, Barnstoke Hall with more rooms than... LOL and that English beer! I've been also an immigrant in countries of bad isolation and cold stone houses, and happen to come from a region many (inhabitants of those countries) consider beyod saving, in senses of climate, culture and company, and thus the sweet bitterness is - unfortunately or fortunately? - familiar. ;-)
Thank you for your kind words, dear. It's funny how you can relate to Mr. Poole -- I can because I have been there: in Pluckley, at the monor houses, the pub, in the cold and damp houses, with those Englishmen and theor wonderful sense of humour; and you can because you've been there in a completely different sense.
But isn't it lovely to see that there's something that connects us to other people everywhere fate blows us to: laughter. I'm taking great comfort in that.
Intresting story. Well written as always.
Thanks a lot for your kind review, deansgirl.
An interesting story but did I miss a Cartwright somewhere? I read about the Ponderosa Pine seeds but was Adam hiding under someone's bed waiting to go, "BOO!" Hoss walking around with a sheet draped over him? Joe hiding in the bushes?
But nevertheless, even without a Cartwright in the bunch--an interesting semi-Gothic story.
Well, Adam is not with Mr. Poole, but he's the reason why the guy is in England (if you want to know more about it, then read The Art of Setting Priorities -- as stated in the summary this is a PS story for it.) Anyway, Mr. Poole may not be a Cartwright, but he's a Bonanza character from the very first episode, "A Rose For Lotta."
And honestly, I don't see Adam lurking under anyone's bed wanting to go "BOO!" -- he's not that kind of man, is he?
Wow that was a different twist. Love the 'specters'
Thanks a lot, Angelface! Can you tell I had fun writing this? Pluckley is a wonderful place, and there are some very lovely people living there -- including Bob the Butcher, who makes the best sausages in all England. Well, I do have fond memories of Pluckley -- even though I never met a ghost there.