for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Mudlark and the limit, just 52 words. As soon as I saw it I thought of something I wrote many years ago, so here’s a 52-word précis of my somewhat longer yarn!
Gloria’s obsessed with cleanliness, says I’m dirty, reckons I’d make a great mudlark!
“Wash your hands, off with those muddy shoes, you’ve got a dirty laugh and a filthy mind.”
She complains the garden’s dirty. What? It’s made of dirt!
I’m insisting one song’s played at her funeral. Mud, mud, glorious mud!
With just twenty-five minutes to go until my job interview, I double-checked the address on the letter then set off, but five minutes later I was lost.
I asked a passing priest for help and he said “when you reach St Peter’s church, turn left and it’s on your right”, so I crossed myself, trotted off and five minutes later I was lost again.
I spotted a chap on a bench swigging a can of beer and asked him for directions and he slurred “walk to the Dog and Duck, turn right and it’s there” but five minutes later … you’ve guessed!
I stopped a little old lady, and she squeaked “see that retirement home, well turn left there, go left, then left again” and five minutes later I was back where I’d met her!
Surprisingly, after another five minutes, I found the office and got the job, so on the way back I donated to an old folks charity, said a prayer of thanks in the church, dropped into the pub for a celebratory drink and twenty-five minutes later stepped outside, tripped, and fell flat on my face.
“Can you direct me to the emergency department?” I asked a bloke hobbling by on crutches.
Today we’ll wander across marshland, once the seabed, to Pevensey Castle. In the 4th century it was one of the strongest of the Roman sea-forts, and today, two-thirds of it’s towering walls still stand.
It’s also famously the landing place of William the Conqueror’s army in 1066 long before the sea retreated.