Boono Boon was draped in black crepe and residents tiptoed about making tea and talking in subdued voices as Blissfordians feared the worse. The Duck on Devil’s Island, Whipporwill Pond, was missing from his little slate chalet! Oh why, oh why, oh why couldn’t he sleep on the island where he would have been safe? [...]

Stephen White was spotted directing traffic at St. Mary’s Fordingbridge for the Cubs district Carol festival and all those who have difficult computations can rest easy as the area’s foremost mathematician has returned for the Christmas Break.

Experienced locals were checking supplies of tinned goods as torrential rains washing off the Forest resulted in high tides on Ditchend Brook. Hugh and Sarah have taken delivery of a small fast boat at Bracken Cottage, in the event floods cut us off. Lots of festive foam on the Pipes, so they must be having [...]

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As a long-standing reader of the Blissford Voice, I am writing to deplore the deterioration of standards of both spelling and grammar in recent issues. Surely educated people even from the farthest colonies know that a singular phenomenon is just that: a phenomenon (sic). And that “sporan” is spelt thus: “sporran”, except of course in [...]

Recent observations made during the Leonid meteorite showers have revealed that new and important Duck Wallows have been formed on the track leading up to the Chilly Hill conurbation. Preliminary investigations suggest that these mirror the stars of the Belt and Sword of Orion, observed under a Full Moon, even if some of them are [...]

Christmas invites are loading chimney breasts across the valley as the high social season approaches. Readers are reminded of the Editor’s Invitational on December 20th at 12:00. Marianne and Anna are keen to have further entries in the Best decorated Lambkin contest.

It isn’t clear whether the electronically operated light in the kitchen is supposed to fool us into believing that the Yellow Mobile is anything more than overflow parking for the nefarious activities at Malc’s Place.

All quiet at Moorcroft where Tibby is probably still swooning after the receipt her Bejtmanesque ode of love. The Admirable has been enjoying stiff walks and cold showers with Hardy as he waits impatiently.

There is still a suspicious egg glut at Hen Haven for those with Egg Nogg recipes.

Ann is back at the Blissford Dairy for all those last minute milk products.