Greconby Fair

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It had been a long day on the road for Corny. He was making his way to Greconby Fair where the annual gathering of clowns from across the length and breadth of Britain was held.

All was on track to make it to the fair by the seventh of June but, after a steady ten mile trundle today, he was pleased to be setting up camp in the bottom of a kind local’s garden.

A gentle nudge on his shoulder reminded him that his ageing but trusty steed Sampson was surely even more tired and hungry than he was.  “I know, Sampson old lad, sorry there’s no grass to eat, but I’ll get you a nice bucket of oats right now,” he said affectionately.

Sampson nickered with excitement when Corny appeared with his oats. “There we go, my bonny lad. Get your nose into those. You deserve them!” he said as Sampson tucked in happily.

“Right, time to get that kettle on for a nice cuppa,” he said to his little dog. “Then we’ll get a fire going and cook us up a nice stew. How does that sound, eh?” Bolt yipped twice to signal his approval.

Later that evening, when dinner had been prepared, cooked over an open fire and devoured with glee by both man and dog, Corny found himself dozing in his armchair.

The late-May evening had yet to turn to dusk but there wasn’t anything for it, he’d have to turn in. It would be an early start again in the morning and he needed his kip.

So, after making sure that Sampson and Bolt were both bedded down for the evening, he made his way sleepily to his own cosy bed where he would dream sweet dreams of meeting beautiful, be-plaited she-clowns at Greconby.

Maybe he would dazzle one of them with his juggling or his trapeze work – it hadn’t happened to-date but one never knew, he thought hopefully, this could be my year… zzzzz.

THE END

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17 thoughts on “Greconby Fair”

  2. Not a scary clown and very kind so hopefully he will meet a suitable lady clown, she will fall in love with the caravan and the horse that’s for sure.

    1. Wouldn’t it be nice to find a she-clown? Maybe I should get the wire and wool out and make him one! xx

  3. Lovely to make the acquaintance of Corny, Sampson and Bolt, Zoe. And their caravan is fab! And full of lovely things – I especially like Corny’s pouffe and the tiny radio. And of course his very comfortable-looking bed. The bright crochet rug is perfect too.
    Is the caravan new to Grecondale? I’ve never seen one like it before

    1. Thank you, Edel. Yes, this is the first time that Corny’s caravan has been seen and I haven’t seen another like it either. It must have been commercially made because there is a stamp on it though frustratingly I can’t make out what it says.

    2. By an odd coincidence, I’ve just identified the maker of Corny’s caravan this afternoon! Herbert Dohnalek who traded as HEDO, Westerburg/Rheinhland-Pfalz, Germany. Early 1950s. I’m planning to do a little post about it on my Truly Madly Tiny blog.

  5. What a lovely bright interlude! Thank you Zoe. I love the caravan’s interior and the horse, dog and Corny. Shouldn’t the horse be called Bolt? But perhaps not ….

  6. Furnished just as I would imagine a real travelling clown’s would have been back in the last century. Great details.

  7. Lovely story Zoe, and as always I keep going back to your photos and spotting something new each time! Love the crochet pieces and the curtains. Wonderful & unusual caravan too

  8. I do love Corny and his caravan. It’s great that you were able to identify the maker of the caravan too. It looks lovely – I do like the stove, kettle and the curtains with their blanket stitched edges.

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