Wandering minstrels

[bunn]

I was walking past the Clitters mine this evening, having vetoed the dogs' suggestion that we go into the mine and through the woods, on the grounds that the sun had set and the mix of afterglow and half-moonlight was not bright enough for slippery woodland paths. From the road, I could hear people in the woods: clearly someone was more intrepid than me.

The people came out of the mine just before I got to the gate. They were four young men, one of them holding a guitar. They came out onto the road, joking and giggling, and set off, four abreast right across the road, silhouetted against the moonlight. The one with the guitar was playing and the rest were singing along, quite tunefully between outbursts of laughter as they walked.

Rosie thought they were terrifying, but Brythen thought they were wonderful.

Comments

[alitheapipkin.livejournal.com]

This made me smile :)

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I found them very cheering!

[timetiger.livejournal.com]

Have to agree with Brythen on this one.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Brythen thinks everyone is wonderful, but in this case he might be right.

[scripsi.livejournal.com]

It sound snice.

I used to take my aunts Bearded Collie on walks in my teens. She Always tried to convince me she and my aunt ALWAYS took long walks in the march... :)

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Yes : they are constantly trying to convince me that we ALWAYS do 4 hour long walks...

[scripsi.livejournal.com]

What, don't you? ;) Mine do that as well. And they are ALWAYS starving!

[penichops.livejournal.com]

This is the England of all my childhood books. I expect wizards at any moment

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I will keep an eye out for them. :-D

We used to have a witch who lived next door, but she moved out.

[puddleshark.livejournal.com]

Wandering minstrels encountered by moonlight? But of course. England is full of them.

Wandering minstrels appearing from a mine? This is... curious.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Maybe they had been tricked into venturing that way by the goblins...

[penichops.livejournal.com]

Oh, there must have been a rickety bridge involved

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

But what were they singing, and how did they laugh? Was it more Tralalalally here down in the valley, or While goblins quaff and goblins laugh, round and round far underground. That would help decide whether it was Rosie or Brythen who had the right idea.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Oh, tralalally. Definitely tralalally.