Sunday, 13 March 2011

Who turned the Ley lines off?

Someone took out Norfolk's Ley lines last night causing no small amount of aerial consternation.

I was on my way back from Indescribable's last night, having had a 'consultation' about her wedding cake - She's getting married in May and asked if I would ordered me to make & decorate her cake. Anyway, after lots of shouting, arguing and gnashing of teeth, I left on Broom under the cover of darkness, nursing overloaded eardrums and the assaulted logic-centre of my brain. It was because of this that I wasn't really taking much notice of where I was going. I figured I'd just get to the Norfolk border and use the Leys to guide me home.
For those not in the know, Ley lines are not otherworldly, or magical in themselves, just alignments of certain places of geographical interest. However, for night flying, some enterprising entity illuminated the lines with a low-level thaumic charge to aid in navigation for those of us with second sight. Last night, however, Norfolk was dark.
It was only when I got to Evilden Elveden that I noticed how dark the countryside
before me was. Luckily, I was flying over the A11 which went all the way to Norwich, so I just followed it, zeroed in on the illuminated Cathedral then turned right just before the airport (Norwich International, what with Norwich being a city and all), narrowly avoided a couple of nuns in a Mini-Metro* (who'd instigated a sudden left turn without putting their indicator on) by descending at speed into our cherry tree.
Needless to say, I am understandably livid. And scratched & bruised - When I moved in with SP, I thought I'd left cherry tree related injuries** behind me, but oh no, SP had to have a cherry tree in his garden, too. There must be some correlation between the supernatural and cherry trees...
Anyway, I have a feeling those Hoodie warlock hoodlums are at the bottom of the thaumic blackout, so I'm just off to do some sleuthing (think a cross between Angela Lansbury's Jessica Fletcher and Eglantine Price but without the old lady costuming) to find out for sure, before giving them what for!
I just hope the Leys will be charged up again soon, as I have some important after-hours business to attend to imminently.

* Quite what they were doing 500 feet up in an ancient, usually land-based Austin, I don't know. Although, I have heard that the Chattering Order of Saint Beryl has opened a convent in the area, which would explain a lot...
** To read more about cherry trees, click here, here or here.


  1. I found a clip on the Chattering Order of St. Beryl.

    Includes Leaping Nuns!

  2. Personally I believe that one should always be attired in old lady costuming when sleuthing. Miss Marple would have been rubbish if she'd dressed as a stripper.

  3. MJ: Nun's can be surprisingly acrobatic.

    Miss Scarlet: I don't think Poirot would be that enamoured with it, though?

  4. night vision goggles, sugar! trust me on this one key thing. xoxoxoxo

  5. So, you didn't get "Ley-ed?

    [dodges thrown broomstick]

  6. Two nuns in a mini metro you say? Sunday drivers, and it's only Saturday!

    You are just too Posh

  7. Did you run out of cress to make your portable crop circle to guide you home?

    Those nuns...either flying or on the run. Just be glad you're not a Baroness who has to contend with a singing, dancing, curtain clothes making nun out to steal your man!

  8. Good call Eros on the warning about those evil Von Trapps.

    Now IDV, I'm sorry that you had such an arduous journey home, but how brilliant of your sister to get you to make her wedding cake and I can't wait to see what you create! You do have a talent for it.


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