Nervous, us? Do we look nervous? Well maybe Penelope, slightly – but the rest of us will take good care of her.
We’re leaving the delights of rural Somerset, with its green leafy lanes and pretty stone cottages, and heading for a similarly leafy place in the middle of England somewhere. Unfortunately, though, we don’t have a single method of transportation between us and need to use a mixture of buses, trains and something called a tube to traverse London in order to get there.
Mrs S is being very upbeat about it all. She’s carefully packed us, the room boxes and all the little pieces she makes into a large suitcase and an equally large carrier bag. There’s plenty of padding, so we won’t be knocked about too much. She’s spent hours on the phone to find the easiest route across London – with no staircases. She insists it will be a breeze.
When we finally arrive at the destination – a village called Haddenham in a place called Buckinghamshire – she’s promised us that we will meet other people of a similar size to ourselves.
Some of us may even find new homes to go to. Lord Horatio became rather angry at that.
“Like being at Battersea Dogs’ Home, waiting for an owner,” he growled.
The rest of us would love it, though. So if you happen to live anywhere around this Buckinghamshire place and are free on Saturday 23rd September, do come along to and call by the Steampunk-Shrunk stall.
We’d love to meet you.
Steampunk - Shrunk! 