"Are we there yet?" " 'Ardly."

"Where have you been today?" he said. "Round about, up and down and through and through" we said, "Collecting men" we said. Well, photographs of local characters for the fantasy museum. We found Ibsley the dancer, Red Lynch Woodfalls the lumber jack, Elcot the twitcher, John Erith the smuggler and his acomplice who has yet to be named, and Ardley with his bag of freshly collected bluets. Next time we need to collect some women too. It felt like Mr Ben's changing room coming to life. They were all intrigued and we made them smile. What good sports. It dispelled Sally L's notion that everybody had been looking grumpy earlier. 

This is bringing fantasy back into the museum- our original concept. Funny how people like telling the truth in their stories. Some of those have already been in the local newspapers; we are scanning them all, ready for the Geocaching and The Book. There are many strands to this project, wish we could make it sustainable.

Oswald Ibsley - The Dancer whose family disowned him because he wouldn't stop dancing

Redlynch Woodfalls- The Lumberjack who forgot to shout 'Timber'

The Twitcher- Clench Warton Always at the first sighting of a bird. Had a second sense about being in the right place at the right time.

John Earith & associate- The Smugglers

 

Ardley- The Man whose reply to the question 'Are we at Bicester yet?' was 'Ardley'