Pauline Golds Pauline Golds, Writer, poet, genealogist, mother, grandmother and hippy. Author of Grow Your Own Family Tree, Silhouettes in a Silent Land and From Greyscale to Technicolor.
Pauline Golds. Writer, poet, genealogist, mother, grandmother and hippy
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Diggory Jub
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Diggory Jub

Diggory Jub is my latest creation and a work in progress.
My wonderfully talented feller Mikey Jackson has made him come to life through these amazing illustrations.
I will be adding excerpts from the text, as it develops. For now, here are his beginnings:

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Diggory Jub by Pauline Golds Diggory Jub lived by the sea. The land where he lived was a bit like our dear old England, except that it was called Keltland. The time in which he lived was a bit like the time when Queen Victoria sat on the throne, except that the Queen of Keltland was called Queen Roseanna.

Diggory lived in a little cottage perched on a hill, which sloped gently down towards the waves below. Keeping him company was his pet cat Smeech and his pet lentilfish Nidget. Smeech was a bit like any other pet cat, except that it had purple eyes and a small tuft of fur that stuck up from its top whiskers. Nidget was a bit like any other pet fish, except that it wasn't gold, or even orange, it was a rather strange turquoise colour that appeared green by day and blue by night...

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Diggory Jub by Pauline Golds Diggory continued to gaze idly about him. Beside the old clock was a red vase that had not held a flower for many a year. Diggory remembered a time when the summer months always found it displaying long-purples, kilks and all manner of other blooms that filled the cottage with colour and scent. Now it was dusty, faded and redundant. Diggory sighed.

(More excerpts coming soon.)