Bishops Sedgecester, Kent- 8th December 1980. 08:30AM GMT The snow fell onto the small village of Bishops Sedgecester in Kent, turning it into a traditional Christmas card image. The leaves were off their trees and the Christmas lights were on the picturesque houses, which were shrouded in mist. Slightly set back from the road andContinue reading “The Assassination of Harry Taylor”
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The Monolith in the Graveyard
It was a usual, overcast, misty December morning, and the alarm clock of the Reverend Simon Abernathy of Lower Strangling began to beep. He groaned as we woke up to turn the clock off. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, stretched, and finally got out of bed to start the day. He walked over toContinue reading “The Monolith in the Graveyard”
The Earl and the Crown
Francis Garett, Earl of Warwick, sat on his red velvet sofa in the magnificent Cedar Drawing room of his imposing castle, grinning manically at his 50″ Smart 4K Ultra HD HDR LED TV, as a young Prince Charles had yet another argument with a young Princess Diana in the Australian outback on screen. You see,Continue reading “The Earl and the Crown”
The Ancient Ceremony at Knightlow
It was an icy cold November morning at 6:45 AM on the 11th, and twenty six men; twenty five representing their respective villages, the other being Sir Hugo Townsend, Duke of Knightlow, stood around a stone square in the middle of a misty field, waiting for the action to happen. They were here for theContinue reading “The Ancient Ceremony at Knightlow”
The Vicar’s Meditation
Deep in the heart of Lower Strangling’s infamous and unique Botanic Garden, lied a small rectangular courtyard. It had a pond and a lawn, with beautiful borders filled with colour on either side, and its own sundial. It is here, where the Reverend Simon Abernathy liked to sit underneath one of the duck egg blueContinue reading “The Vicar’s Meditation”
Being Sarah Peterson
The rain poured down on Lower Strangling as September turned into October. Guardian journalist Sarah Peterson could hear the raindrops patting on her 15th Century Manor as she sat in her cosy living room, writing her review of the recent Conservative Party Conference in which they turned from a British political party to a clichedContinue reading “Being Sarah Peterson”
John Granger and the 10PM Curfew
21:50:00; John Granger stared at his watch as the seconds came and went, oblivious to the fact that there were still people wanting a drink. “Oi, I’m waiting for a drink here!”, a man sitting at the bar yelled at John. “What? Ah yes, sorry”, John replied before pouring the man yet another pint. John’sContinue reading “John Granger and the 10PM Curfew”
The Virgin Mary Situation
The members of the Lower Strangling Village Council; Dave Peterson, John Granger, Robert Sherman, Paul Stiller, Hans Hoggunhoffer, Janet Foster, Bruce Richardson, and Simon Abernathy, were once again sitting in the Village Hall, albeit in a much wider circle with each councillor two meters apart. “Right, I think everyone is here. Shall we begin theContinue reading “The Virgin Mary Situation”
Dave Returns to Work
Hearing an alarm. Sleepily turning off said alarm. Having a shower. Putting on a tie. Brushing your teeth. Having breakfast whilst listening to Radio Two. Saying goodbye to the wife. Dropping the kids off at school. Driving to the train station. Buying a ticket to London. Boarding said train to London. Sitting in train forContinue reading “Dave Returns to Work”
Things Return to Normal(ish)
It was early September, and it seemed everything was finally going back to normal after the Covid-19 lockdown. Will and Eleanor were back at Warwick Prep (much to their parents relief), Dave was back in London working for Banana when he wasn’t in Pret, Simon was back preaching in St Gerald the Damned to aContinue reading “Things Return to Normal(ish)”
The Robinsonverse 