Grecon dolls and their adventures in Grecondale
After three eventful years during which Coronavirus rampaged through the Human world and the whole of Grecondale was packed up and transported from North Yorkshire to County Durham, a tight-lipped détente exists between the Human Bean and her disgruntled little charges. The Human Bean claimed that everything was “much better” but apart from a little Read More…
Dorcas and Kitty were in Curl up and Dye. Their shrill little voices could be easily heard over the low hum of the blowers as they discussed their latest project. “Oh Dorcas, we’ve so much to organise, isn’t it wonderful?” Kitty gushed. Dorcas, always the more practical of the two sisters, was equally excited but Read More…
Bernard sat back and allowed a feeling of deep satisfaction to run from the top of his head to the tips of his tiny lead shoes. His short, slight stature and sloppily applied features had, in the past, lead people to underestimate him. But, he had steadfastly refused to be pigeonholed and, with hard work Read More…
As Grecondale returns to life after a long, quiet winter, the early May Bank Holiday finds discord amongst the inhabitants of Southsea Villa [a new but actually rather old property in its own, extensive grounds on the outskirts of Grecondale]. In the kitchen, Cook is in a tizzy. “It’s no good, Theresa,” she says crossly, Read More…