for Friday Fictioneers
For the uninitiated, Wellie Wanging is a contest with its roots in the West Country of England where folks compete to see who can throw their wellington boots the farthest across a field!
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“Ooh-arr,” said Farmer Fred, ”‘tis nearly time for the annual Wellie Wanging contest”.
“Oy know,” said Cobbler Colin, “Oy’ve been polishing me boots to make ‘em fly faster”.
“Oy saw Polly practising yesterday, she’s got a pretty pink pair”
“Oy ‘sume you mean wellies Fred, not…”
“That’d be tellin’!”
“Gary was practising in his garden and smashed his greenhouse glass!”
“Oy’m told there’s a team of town-dwellers taking part this year Colin”.
“So I ‘ear Fred, bin causin’ chaos chuckin’ boots ‘round the city centre”.
“Don’t stand a cat-in-hells chance of winnin’“.
“Fancy a pint at The Wellington?”
“Bootiful idea”.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Roger Bultot for the picture.
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Keith's Ramblings 
I read about that “sport” in a book not long ago. Clever locals’ dialogue and, as usual, your enchanting graphic to go with it.
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Thanks for your kind words, Christine.
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Haha! A perfect story for this image
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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I have a feeling they’re always ready for a pint. Cheers!
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…and I have a feeling you’re right Russell!
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Fun story – and you played a blinder with the accent!
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Thanks Liz, I can’t tell you how many attempts I made before getting it the way I wanted!
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Thanks for the memory, I recall taking part in a welly throwing contest the winner received a piglet.
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Well done Michael, a piglet, I once tried at a local pub but won nothing!
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No good never came of living in towns
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That’s what I say, Neil!
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Hahaha! Really brilliant, some gems within that well-accented script!
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That’s really kind of you, thanks so much.
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Ah…..so that’s where the boots come from. Never thought of that.
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Now you know Danny!
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A wonderful dialog!
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Thanks, Mimi!
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Dear Keith.
What can I say? Interesting sport that. Delightful story and hearing your read made it that much better. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It’s fun. I’ve only taken part once and I didn’t do too well!
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Who knew shoes could be so much fun?
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Who indeed? Bless their soles!
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Remember at the Wellie Wanging Contest: Please, please remove the wearer from the boots. Last year it took the fire brigade half-an-hour to get Mrs Whistlethrope (the vicars wife) out of the Yew tree.
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Haha, brilliant James! I’ll remember to remind them.
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Haha! Great story, and very well realised dialogue. Now I’m wondering who won! The locals shouldn’t be too quick to write off the townies’ chances…
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Thanks, Penny. I doubt the townie’s wellies did well enough!
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I’m still smiling over that one, Keith. Nice to know that in the end, the solution is the same for many of us: a pint. Another fine performance.
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Delighted to have amused you, Bill! Beer, the universal panacea!
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We agree. 🙂
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These country folk are boot-obsessed 🙂
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We are, the muddier the better!
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i’m not familiar with this contest. do they remove the shoes from their feet and throw them out? if so, i hope they have clean socks. 🙂
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Fortunately not! They throw their tall waterproof boots, the type worn by farmers and gardeners!
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We had welly wanging at our village fete where I grew up. Also hay bale tossing with a pitchfork.
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I’d forgotten about the hay bales! Great fun.
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Thoroughly entertaining story, Keith. You took me there. And as someone else already suggested, the pint at the end of any such contest is the dessert of the event. Not sure if you all have the game of horseshoes? Seems to be along the same lines. I come from a family of skilled horseshoers, and my great granddad actually was a blacksmith!
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Bootiful! A pint at the Wellington is a perfect award, winner or not.
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That’s a much better afterlife for old shoes than to end up in a landfill. Your reading made it even more entertaining. Well done.
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Where DO you find your graphics, Keith?
Loved the story. You do such a good job with local color.
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What a delightful couple of characters and an entertaining story. Love the narration too.
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thank you very good article
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