Liz Stevens
@lizziekillin.bsky.social
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Swimmer, Cyclist, Crafter, Golfer, Curler, Drama Techie, Kayaker, lover of outdoors and avid reader.
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A few highly productive hours spent at the organ of Norwich Cathedral last night preparing for today’s concert which starts in just over an hour at 1:10pm. There’s something very special about being alone (well almost) in such a large building with so much history and filling it with sound…
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Monday October 16, 1854.

George here. I heard the junior clerks' shouts of indignation in the outer office, then Charley, Bertha's henchman, burst through the door.

"They think they found 'im!" he cried.

"Think?"

"In a shaft beside the Thames Tunnel. They're fetching ladders now!"
flat calm 10C and sunny. Lovely autumn colours, several kayakers
I do hope Octavius is OK George, how is Bertha doing in her quest to find him?
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Sunday October 15, 1854.

"Well, I think he disappeared for affectation," said Mary. She's my wife.

I prepared myself to step between her and my sister as I saw the look of loathing in Annie's eyes.

"What did our vicar just talk about in his sermon?" I asked. "The true meaning of charity!"
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Saturday October 14, 1854.

George here. Mary's not happy with me. We were meant to go for a stroll in Regents Park, but instead I went to see Octavius's brother at the fish stall he works at in Old Street.

"Bertha's got every criminal in London out looking for him," he told me.
The Moon from Saturday night
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Friday October 13, 1854.

George again. Now I'm really worried.

Instead of looking for the dog as I was told to do, I went to Brandram's Wharf for a look around.

When I found his diary there, I plucked up courage and made my way to the Bucket of Blood, where I asked to see Bertha.
Early morning swim in Loch Iubhair, air temp 7C water temp 8C. Sun was poking through at the end
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Thursday October 12 1854.

George Crump again. Octavius hasn't shown his face yet and Mr Bruff is furious with him. I told him I was worried but he just shouted me down.

He's ordered me to take on a missing dog case, but I don't think it's right. I ought to be looking for Octavius.
Hi George, you had better start looking for him then - good luck
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Wednesday October 11, 1854.

George Crump here and I'm only writing this because everything's gone really wrong.

The night before last, those thugs broke in and slaughtered Lady Geeson in her bed. Sir John blames Mr Bruff for his bad advice.

To cap it all Octavius has disappeared.
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An observation test for you - for your inner 8 year-old

“The artist has hidden 12 things in this picture. How many can you find?”

Treasure magazine, 1964
Official answers coming soon

(Even if you don’t reply, could you please ‘like’ or share this one? 🙏)
Black-and-white picture of two children playing in woodland. Also in the picture, there are 12 hidden animals including an owl, a bat and a squirrel.
That blew the cobwebs away - choppy 8C
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Tuesday October 10, 1854.

Brandram's Wharf: just after midnight.

The wash of waves against the timbers of the wharf; the air damp and heavy. I pen this as I await the escapees, though Sir John sent me out without a penny. Do I hear footsteps?

[a splash of blood marks the page as the entry ends]
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Monday October 9, 1854.

"Your former colleagues seem woefully ill informed." Sir John sniffed, rifled through a drawer, and tossed a poorly written note at me.

"You put us in clink," it read. "Bring us fifty quid to Brandram's Wharf this very night or we finish wot we started!"
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Confusingly, Octavius has a few different nicknames used by various groups of people.

Gooseberry (at work) on account of his bulging eyes.

Octopus (by the criminal fraternity) as a tribute to his ability as a pickpocket when strolling through a crowd.
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View from the not at all cold tub this morning. Water temperature 16°c
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Sunday October 8, 1854.

"Did Bertha have any leads?" asked George as we huddled against the rain under the church's meagre eaves. Everyone else had made a run for it.

"She reckons they're headed for the Highlands. The one who wasn't caught has a brother with a remote croft there."
bit of a difference to the water temp in italy. 8C and gusty, but the sun came out.
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Saturday October 7, 1854.

I am perfectly happy using my underworld acquaintances to help me solve a case; I am perfectly unhappy to be ordered to do so!

Bertha was unequivocal. "They legged it," she said. "Wouldn't surprise me if they wasn't in Scotland by now. Another sherry, Octopus?"
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Friday October 6, 1854.

My employer Mr Bruff summoned me to his office.

"This is Sir John Geeson," he said as I entered. "I still act on behalf of his wife."

A greying gent with luxuriant whiskers eyed me disparagingly.

"Ignore his youth," said Mr Bruff. "Gooseberry's your man."
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Thursday October 5, 1854.

The three convicts (minus a fourth man who got clean away) were jailed for house breaking.

They'd been apprehended at gunpoint by the owner, Sir John Geeson, but not before his wife had been brutally struck down.

Lady Geeson remains in a coma to this day.
Then buses back to Glasgow Airport. £50 excess on parking.
Route home flooded and blocked with trees so diversion through falling trees and floods. Got home at 3am exhausted.
At least we had power.!
What a journey. It was all going so smooth until Storm Amy showed her face.
2 attempted landings at Glasgow then abort, finally got to Newcastle. Sat on the plane for over an hour. Then disembarked and stood in the airport for over an hour. .... 1 of 2