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Tuesday, 9 September 2014

An afternoon of adventures in Chesterfield

 Chesterfield Library
Monday 1st September
...and then in the afternoon


and in the afternoon, the world grew stranger. The morning was weird enough but the carnivorous plants didn't really take root until the sun was well-risen and the swamp was well-swampy and the woods were well-woody...




An adventures grew through the afternoon. Ideas of monsters and mayhem, wild creatures and ferocious places. And we ended up with friendly little puppies....

Friendly puppies and a watchful world


there were two lovely puppies who got very excited
and wee'd on the floor


the puppies went adventuring with a girl and her giraffe
on their adventures, they met a sinister witch

and in a swamp, a dangerous plant grew


a plant at full height
but our heroes made it home, safe and, more or less, sound, all the way back to Chesterfield

and the Wingfield chickens were still clucking...

with many thanks to all our artists, storytellers, storymakers and puppeteers!



A morning of Chesterfield stories

Chesterfield Library
1st September
once upon a summer morning...


from woods with poisoned apples to
aliens with a hundred eyes and
a hundred arms and
a hundred arms and
ten hundred fingers,
you never know what you might find in Chesterfield on the first day of autumn?

a moment of wild adventure?
secrets slipped into the bookcases of the library?


The sad story of Wingfield-in-the-Middle. 
Famed once for its curly-feathered chickens, this small but pretty village disappeared suddenly one summer morning, simply vanished away leaving never a trace of its presence nor its passing on the green fields and woods between South and North Wingfields. The only survivors - or maybe the only people left behind - were a group of curly-feather chickens sitting on a wall. The descendants of these birds are to be found in the gardens of South Wingfield houses to this day











and a last look at some of the rarest (not to mention, curliest) birds all the world)

with many thanks to all our artists, storyteller, storymakers and puppeteers in Chesterfield