COME WITH ME TO THE ISLE OF WIGHT WHERE TROLLS HIDE UNDER BRIDGES TO FRIGHTEN THE BILLY GOATS GRUFF.

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Thankyou to the Isle of Wights; Island Pulse for the fine read on their beautiful Island. I came to a festivl there more years ago than I remember so I'm not saying who was on. But there was a lot of Moody Blues about that weekend.
Whilst reading about the Troll Trail on the Isle of Wight, I was reminded of the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff, and although this is the elder version of Seligor's Castle and Diddilydeedot's Dreamland I think I am going to beg Writer's Right! and put it here where I am sure it must belong. So for all the litle ones, get someone to read you this marvellous little story. I will not mention it to my daughter mind for when she was a toddler and she accompanied me to the Collage Creche way back in the seventies, I related this story almost every day as we crossed the little bridges. It was not till many years later that she confessed to me that I terrified the life out of her, as she thought Trolls must live under every bridge.
Need proof, go to Facebook and look up donz33, poor darling. The picture to the left is a jigsaw of a beautiful church and cottage, you can find out more about it at www.Island Pulse.com

And now for some thing a little different. This is a retelling of the tale from Norway. Not totally like I used to tell Donna, for my version had a Welsh accent, not Norweigen :)

Three Billy Goats Gruff http://blog.portlandstudios.com

folktales of Aarne-Thompson
type 122E translated and/or edited by

D. L. Ashliman
© 2000

Norway;

Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the
hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was
"Gruff."

On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross;
and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as big as
saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.

So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the
bridge.

"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.

"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .

"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to
the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small
voice.

"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.

"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy
goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much
bigger."

"Well, be off with you," said the troll.

A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the
bridge.

Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge.

"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"Oh, it's the second Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the
hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small
voice.

"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.

"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the big Billy Goat Gruff
comes. He's much bigger."

"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.

But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff .

Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy goat
was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.

"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the billy goat, who had an
ugly hoarse voice of his own.

"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.

Well, come along! I've got two spears,


And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;


I've got besides two curling-stones,


And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones

That was what the big billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll,
and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and
bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that he went up to
the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to
walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still
fat; and so,

Snip, snap, snout.

This tale's told out.

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IN AFRICA WATCHING THE SUN SET 1964

The Queen of Ethiopia

In the days of King Solomon, three thousand years ago,
there lived in Ethiopia a dynasty of queens, who reigned
with great wisdom. One queen, the Malika Habashiya or
Abyssinian Queen of old legends, had a dream in which she
held a kid in her lap.
Sunbirds (Zimbabwe)

The sunbirds are two golden birds, which were found among
the ruins of Zimbabwe about a century ago by one of the
first explorers. They were probably discovered in the
remains of a building which may have been the sun-temple
of the ancient Bantu religion of the Shona people of
Zimbabwe.
AFRICA.
SUNSET IN THE AFRICAN DESERT - 1964

From the veranda of Harambee, which is the Swahili name for the home I lived in during my stay in Kenya. Often I could stand for minutes at a time, watching the sun setting.
The year was nineteen sixty four, with one child, a son, his name David. He, sleeping in the arms of my Ayah and friend Ameena, a Somali tribes-woman, lying comfortably, wrapped in her flowing gown. The two of us just standing, watching the sun herself going to sleep beneath the horizon.

And much more

The King of Lochlin's Three Daughters and the Three Giants who abducted them

THE KING OF LOCHLIN'S THREE DAUGHTERS.

From Neill Gillies, fisherman, near Inverary.

THERE was a king over Lochlin, once upon a time, who had a leash of
daughters; they went out (on) a day to take a walk; and there came
three giants, and they took with them the daughters of the king, and
there was no knowing where they had gone. Then the king sent word for
the sheanachy, and he asked him if he knew where his lot of daughters
had gone. The sheanachy said to the king that three giants had taken
them with them, and they were in the earth down below by them, and
there was no way to get them but by making a ship that would sail on
sea and land; and so it was that the king set out an order, any one who
would build a ship that would sail on sea and on land, that he should
get the king's big daughter to marry. There was a widow there who had a
leash of sons; and the eldest said to his mother on a day that was
there, "Cook for me a bannock, and roast a cock; I am going away to cut
wood, and to build a ship that will go to seek the daughters of the
king." His mother said to him, "Which is better with thee, the big
bannock with my cursing, or a little bannock with my blessing?" "Give
me a big bannock, it will be small enough before I build a ship." He got a bannock and he went away. He arrived where there was
a great wood and a river, and there he sat at the side of the river to
take the bannock. A great Uruisg came out of the river, and she asked a
part of the bannock. He said that he would not give her a morsel, that
it was little enough for himself. He began cutting the wood, and every
tree he cut would be on foot again; and so he was till the night came.

Such a wonderful little story, but oh my, how sad.

A Weary Little Mother, color woodcut, 1914.

A Mother's Lullaby

A big, old tree stands by a road near the city of Hiroshima. Through the years, it has seen many things.
One
summer night the tree heard a lullaby. A mother was singing to her
little girl under the tree. They looked happy, and the song sounded
sweet. But the tree remembered something sad.
"Yes, it was some sixty years ago. I heard a lullaby that night, too."

On
the morning of that day, a big bomb fell on the city of Hiroshima. Many
people lost their lives, and many others were injured. They had burns
all over their bodies. I was very sad when I saw those people.
It
was a very hot day. Some of the people fell down near me. I said to
them, "Come and rest in my shade. You'll be all right soon."


Night came. Some people were already dead. I heard a weak voice. It was a lullaby. A young girl was singing to a little boy.
"Mommy! Mommy!" the boy cried.
"Don't cry," the girl said. "Mommy is here." Then she began to sing again.
She was very weak, but she tried to be a good mother to the poor little boy. She held him in her arms like a real mother.
"Mommy," the boy was still crying.
"Be a good boy," said the girl. "You'll be all right." She held the boy more tightly and began to sing again.
After
a while the boy stopped crying and quietly died. But the little mother
did not stop singing. It was a sad lullaby. The girl's voice became
weaker and weaker.
Morning came and the sun rose, but the girl never moved again.

The Dragon Lords of Chirron present a day at the Races the T.T. Races that is. Don't forget to bring your bike.

Isle of Man TT

Motor racing first came to the Isle of Man in 1904 when the Gordon Bennett car trials were held.

In England the Government made it impossible to close the
public roads for any sort of motor racing so a proposal was put The
Manx Government brought in new legislation to enable the closing of public roads for motor racing and the
Isle of Man was ready to take up the mantle of the Road Racing Capital of the World, a slogan it has used for many years.

The first motorcycle race held on the Island was the
qualifying trials for the International race to be held in Austria. The
course used ran from Quarter Bridge south to Castletown, then back
through Foxdale to Ballacraine, then reverse way to the TT back to
Quarter Bridge.
The first TT races where held on the triangular course
with the start at St John's. The riders proceeded along to Ballacraine
before turning left and following the current TT course through to Kirk Michael. At Douglas Road Corner in
Kirk Michael, the short course left the current TT course and followed
the coast road to Peel, before turning left again and heading back to
St John's. In 1907 two races were held on the short course with H. Rem
Fowler winning the twin cylinder class on a Peugeot-engined Norton at
36.22mph and Charlie Collier the single cylinder class on a Matchless
at 38.22mph. They each set the fastest lap in their respective classes,
Fowler at 42.91 mph and Collier at 41.81 mph.

The short course was used for the first 4 years and in 1910
Charlie Collier won the last TT on the short course on a Matchless at
50.63mph. The fastest lap that year was by H Bowen on a BAT at 53.15
mph. In 1911 the racing moved to the Mountain circuit, which is used
today.




HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO THE ISLE OF MAN T.T. RACES? HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO THE ISLE OF MAN? YOU CAN TRAVEL ALL OVER THE WORLD LIKE I HAVE BUT LIKE MY BEAUTIFUL WALES, THE ISLE OF MAN IS FABULOUS. IF YOU LOVE BIKES , LIKE I DID, (STILL DO) BUT I'M PAST THE RIDING BIT. WOW GO WHEN THE TT IS ON. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. STEP INSIDE TO REMEMBER THE DAYS OF THE DUCATI AND THE ENFIELD, THE TRIUMPH AND THE OLD BONE SHAKER ITSELF... THE B.S.A.

A FEAST OF FRIVOLITY ESPECIALLY FOR YOU