A tale from the auld sod.
This is my first attempt so please note that all spelling, grammar and punctuation is pure guesswork.
Betty Kell, a lady of great vintage bought a minature goat at the Auld Lamas Fair in Ballycastle. She bought the goat, that she named Colin, because it’s eyes, so she said, reminded her of her late husband who had succumbed to Guinness some years before. Colin quickly settled into village life and was soon breakfasting in the flowerbeds of whichever garden was producing his fancy.
Campbell Spence owned a greengrocery in McClary’s Loanen and each morning at 11 o clock Colin made his way there to sample Campbells wares. Campbell complained to all and sundry that Colin was eating him out of house and home and unless it stopped Campbell swore he would shoot him, so he did. The strange thing was that if Colin hadn’t arrived by 11’30 Campbell would shut his shop and go in search of Colin lest harm had befallen him.
Many is the time I’ve stood in a queue outside Campbells and been told “He won’t be long, he’s just gone to find Colin”.
No one found anything strange or comical about this situation and how glad I am to live in this quiet backwater far removed from life’s rushing stream.
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enjoyed readin that and well done Louis…:) 🙂
An entertaining read – well done. There is much to be said for life away from the hustle and bustle.
Being a stranger in a strange land I know not how to thank persons who’ve given encouragement…………….Hope this will do.
Well if i had a guy with eyes like a goat………i would run for my life………have you seen them………they are just slits..lol. x
Great. Louis! I’m from Irish descent…and very proud of that!
Mx
The auld one and a goat? Where I come from they’d have burnt the witch. lol
I enjoyed your story! Thanks for sharing it with us.
By the way, when I was a kid (no pun intended), we lived on 11 acres outside of the city limits. We had a huge garden and a few animals….dogs, cats, chickens, ducks and goats! We adopted one little goat and made him our pet. Your story brought back happy memories. Well, except the shooting Colin part. 🙂
my Papa used to put young goats sorry poor little goats on the spit for sunday feasts , lol xxx.