The Lower Strangling Chronicles I could only dream of living in a place like this, Archie Adams thought to himself as he dragged his cart of useless tat into the quintessential village of Lower Strangling, admiring the ancient cottages on either side of him. He hoped to flog some of the junk in his cartContinue reading “The Psychologist Who Didn’t Know Who He Was”
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The Lost Baby Toy
The Lower Strangling Chronicles Dave Peterson was relaxing in his living room after a busy week in the capital when he received an unexpected phone call from his older brother Jeff. ”Jeff,” Dave said, a broad grin on his face. “Long time no see. How’s things with you?” The heavy sigh on the other endContinue reading “The Lost Baby Toy”
The Hitman, the Councillor, and Eleanor Peterson
The Lower Strangling Chronicles Of all the places Jack Beach was sent to as part of his contract, none were as sleepy at Lower Strangling. But here he was, in an empty churchyard, cowering behind a grave as he observed another man in the distance. The man in question was Charlie White, a recent additionContinue reading “The Hitman, the Councillor, and Eleanor Peterson”
Mystery in the Library
The Lower Strangling Chronicles He returned to the cemetery to personally scrub some of the moss growing on the oldest gravestones that were historically important to the village. Upon finishing one particularly mossy stone, the Rev. Simon Abernathy glanced upward at the cottage on the corner of the road. A for-sale sign had been placedContinue reading “Mystery in the Library”
The Shack on Goon Brenn
The Oxford Set Renowned historian Ben Jones slouched above his desk, poring over yet another dusty old manuscript that had come into his possession. The sun shone brightly through his window, almost blinding him, and distant waves crashed against an unseen shore. He felt the quick vibrate of a notification on his phone and tookContinue reading “The Shack on Goon Brenn”
A Cosy Afternoon In
The Lower Strangling Chronicles “Anything exciting going on in here,” Dave Peterson said as he closed the door to the living room and hurried across the room. His wife, Sarah, was sprawled on the settee, typing away on her laptop. Their daughter, Eleanor, sat on the floor, her back propped up against the couch asContinue reading “A Cosy Afternoon In”
The Strange Guest
The Lower Strangling Chronicles ”Are you sure he came in here, Chief?” Sergeant Becky Fernshaw of Gloucestershire Constabulary asked Chief Constable Stuart Kennedy as they observed a lavender labyrinth. ”Yes, I’m sure of it,” Stuart said. They had spent the last forty-eight minutes in a high-speed car chase through the Cotswolds, perusing an erratic driverContinue reading “The Strange Guest”
Homemade Croissants at the Climate Catastrophe Charity Bake Sale
The Lower Strangling Chronicles “So, floods in England and fire in Los Angeles,” Dave said as he waited in a queue to get into the Hangman’s Noose. “Who are we betting will get the plague of locusts?” The people around him met his remarks with groans. His wife, Sarah, glared at him. ”Not particularly amusing,Continue reading “Homemade Croissants at the Climate Catastrophe Charity Bake Sale”
The Missing Ingredient
The Lower Strangling Chronicles It was a glorious July day, and crowds filled the centre of Lower Strangling for the annual summer Village Fete. This year was unique, as a special guest had agreed to open the fair. “It is my greatest pleasure to be with you all today,” Labour MP Adam Ainsworth said toContinue reading “The Missing Ingredient”
An Important Visit
The Lower Strangling Chronicles It may have been a meteorologically indecisive day, but the residents of Lower Strangling were in good spirits. Their constituency had elected charismatic Labour candidate Adam Ainsworth as their MP as part of a nationwide General Election victory for the party. Adam was the village’s preferred candidate, and so they wereContinue reading “An Important Visit”
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