We cannot get out

[bunn]

There are two roads that can be used to get to our house from the Outside.  One of them is blocked by some gentlemen who are felling a very large tree.   The other currently has a very large trailer / static caravan wedged very firmly into a narrow bend that was clearly designed for nothing wider than a horse-cart.  I got back here by dodging past the tree-felling gentlemen before they had really got stuck in.

So far, there are no drums in the deep. (Obviously, we are well endowed with Deeps here, being a mining area). Though if there are Drums, as a resident of the area, I am not sure if I am supposed to flee in terror from flame and shadow, or pile out to skitter menacingly up and down, waving something pointy at  The Party as it comes through.

Comments

[puddleshark.livejournal.com]

The skittering up and down menacingly sounds like more fun...

When the men have finished chopping up the tree, will they start upon the firmly-wedged caravan?

[bunn.livejournal.com]

The caravan was gone this evening, so they dislodged it somehow, and when I had to back out and go round, it really didn't look like it was going anywhere. So possibly that did indeed happen.

I wonder what shoes one wears for skittering in. I could wave a garden fork, that's quite menacing. Or a billhook.

[parrot-knight.livejournal.com]

You should have set the menagerie on them; this would at least have produced confusion.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

:-)

[huinare.livejournal.com]

The Nine Caravaners took then grave counsel...

Gandalf: Our way is blocked by blokes felling a tree. We must take the narrow bend.

Gimli: My kinsfolk drove their horse-cart through there. I would fain see the narrow bend of old.

Aragorn: My memories of the narrow bend are evil.

Boromir: We could always drive through bunn's property instead.

Gandalf: That, too, is perilous. There are many sighthounds.

Later...

Aragorn: See, Gandalf, I told you the caravan would get stuck.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

*Skitters and shakes pointy object*

*falls over laughing*

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

:-)