Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives 2020 – #Shortstory – Footprints by Jemima Pett


Welcome to the current series of Posts from Your Archives in 2020 and if you would like to participate with two of your posts from 2019, you will find all the details in this post: New series of Posts from Your Archives 2020

This is the second post from the archives of author Jemima Pett... this week Jemima shares a lovely short story that she wrote in December.

Footprints, and December, came together to give me some inspiration at last. So I’m back in the saddle for the December WEP+IWSG flash fiction adventure.

I think the team at WEP have done a great job of turning what seemed to have got out of hand back into an enjoyable event for all parties. Well done, and thank you. It can’t be easy dealing with a load of disparate over-enthusiastic authors!

Here’s my effort for this month. Gentle comments welcome. It’s 997 words.

Footprints by Jemima Pett

The footprints led away from her.

That is, she could see the ones about three feet in front of her, and new ones appeared as she stepped into their tracks.

There was nobody there to make them.

Nobody.

*****

It had been the usual sort of response to a snow forecast in the UK: people panicking, all the usual over-reaction to warnings of a ‘huge’ fall. It might make everything white, but if you went out and measured it, there was little more than an inch on the ground. In English terms, it was a lot.

So when day eventually dawned, although the clouds were so low the light was more dim than dawn, she looked out, and delighted in great dollops of white hanging from the bare branches of her tree, weighed down so the slender twigs nearly swept the ground. Blackbirds and robins were already out, scraping the snow and turning over leaves under the bushes in hope, if not success. The chaffinches and blue tits held on grimly to the branches, waiting their turn at her seed feeder.

Theirs was the only movement.

The neighbours’ cars were lined up in the parking area, humps of white imitating cartoon sketches. Nobody stirred. Even the most driven weren’t driving this morning.

She pulled on her dressing gown and made the first coffee of the day. The news had all the usual BBC over-reaction, people stuck in blizzards as far south as Nottingham; few trains running, people advised to stay at home and not travel, blah, blah.

By ten o’clock the clouds had lifted, and there was promise of one of those wonderful winter days when the sun shines and the snow stays crisp. She dragged her snow boots out of their drawer, tutted at the state of the soles, and remembered the place she’d bought them – they must be forty years old by now.

Wrapped up in two layers of sweaters, waterproof lined over-trousers, fleece jacket, her boots, mitts, hat and scarf, she set out for her walk. On the doorstep she paused, and returned to get her walking pole, just in case. She was prepared.

There is something about thick snow, newly fallen. It absorbs all sound, except dripping.

She could see birds darting about, but they were noiseless, perhaps in respect to the day. Even redwings in the tops of the trees had ceased their chatter, and not because she was passing underneath. She accompanied her journey with a swish of the trousers and the squeak of the snow underfoot. And occasionally a clank as her pole struck a stone hidden beneath the surface.

She paused now and then to look at tracks crossing her path – these might be some sort of vole or mouse; those must be a rabbit. Some small, more circular ones made deep holes in the snow, and she couldn’t see the print beneath the surface. A large animal, since it hadn’t had any difficulty lifting its feet out of the holes it had made. A deer probably, there were plenty in the woods around here.

She came to the end of the track through the woods and leant for a moment on the fence, looking out onto the fields beyond, stretching away down the valley. The light was still good up here, but lower down the gloom had set in already, perhaps a fog was getting up. She shivered.

She’d only planned to come this far and return, but something made her leave the security of the wood, and strike off at an angle, contouring along the hillside towards the three trees encircled by bushes that adorned the lookout. She hadn’t been to Mother Carey’s Hill for five years or more. Today was a good day to change that.

She was half way across the vast whiteness covering the turf when she felt a presence.

She stopped, looked around, but could not see anyone. Where did she think this presence was? Not behind. Not in front. Not on either side. She looked up… nothing, although the clouds had thickened again and the light was dull and flat. She really ought to go back. It might even snow again.

That was when she saw them. The footprints, being made as she watched.

They were like the ones she’d presumed to be deer. Four legs were making them, but there was nothing… she could see through whatever made them to the edge of the wood ahead; the tracks were headed there.

Was there some sort of shimmer in the air?

Was the entity who made the tracks invisible to her?

She made to ask the question: who’s there? But the words died on her lips. Who would be there? Why would they keep steadily on if they wanted her to know?

She followed, at the entity’s pace, keeping a respectful four feet behind the latest tracks.

Just before they reached the forest edge, she wondered what she would do if the entity turned away from her home. She should be getting back. Light was fading. She should not be on any but familiar paths through the wood…

The tracks went on through a gap in the bushes, strung across with barbed wire to mark the boundary. Then there was a shuffle, the snow mixing up with the leaves on the ground. Something made the barbed wire bend, as if someone was holding it down for her to cross.

She hesitated… then crossed.

As she did, she felt the warmth of a large animal, its breath on her cheek, the scent of… not horse, but something similar, sweet and subtle. Then the sensation left her. The fence resumed its height, the tracks went on, but the entity had gone. She peered into the woods, and could swear she heard a tinkling of laughter, and saw a flash of silver, and a deep blue eye.

But she was on her usual trail, and no sign of the unicorn remained.

© J M Pett 2019

About Jemima Pett

When Jemima Pett discovered the words ‘portfolio career’ she realised she was an example of a new trend – having not only a number of different jobs, but in totally different fields. These included social work, business management, computer technology, environmental research. The thread running through all of them was communication – and that continued in her spare time with writing and editing club magazines, manuals, reports… Jemima loved words, loved to learn and to apply her learning to the real world.

Eventually the world just wasn’t big enough, and so she went back to inventing her own, as she had as a child. First came the Realms, a feudal England run by princes in castles who just happen to be guinea pigs – although you can read them as people equally well. Then came the Viridian System, a planetary area on the outskirts of known space where a frontier mentality mixes with big business and tourism. Her next project could be anything from a D&D fantasy type world, to a children’s picture book about the real adventures of her guinea pigs, who live with her in a small village in Norfolk, UK.

The latest release from Jemima Pett.

About the book

The Princelings of the East are now King Fred and Prince Engineer George. Gone are the years of innocence when they travelled for adventure and uncovered time tunnels and pirate plots.

Now Fred, assisted by his queen, Kira, has the responsibility for his people, his lands, and for persuading the lords and kings of the Realms to act together for the common good.

George just has to work on his inventions, always thinking of a final goal: to fulfil the promises made to Lord Mariusz so long ago.

Neither has an easy task.

Fred decides to write this history of his reign. He starts with the joy of his inheritance, but quickly shows us that developments in the Realms are not leading towards a settled and happy future.

Chronicles of Marsh is book 9 of the Princelings of the East series, and fills a gap between previous books and the final one, Princelings Revolution, due next year. It takes us from Fred’s first days as king, to the loss of the latest and most promising flying machine, a period of 8 years. The pressures of modern life will be familiar to readers, even if the princelings world doesn’t have the internet and mobile communications… yet.

A recent review for the book

A great recap of the adventures of King Fred and Princeling George, plus some new information the reader will need to know before the final book comes out.

Head over to buy to buy the book: Amazon UK

And:Amazon US

A small selection of other books by Jemima Pett

Read all the reviews for all the books and buy: Amazon US

And: Amazon UK

Read more reviews and follow Jemima on Goodreads: Goodreads

Connect to Jemima

Blog: Jemima Pett
Twitter: @jemima_pett
Facebook: Jemima Pett

My thanks to Jemima for sharing her posts with us and I hope you will head over to explore her archives…thanks Sally

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives 2020 -the #BTO GardenWatch – 30DaysWild | 4 – completing the missions by Jemima Pett


Welcome to the current series of Posts from Your Archives in 2020 and if you would like to participate with two of your posts from 2019, you will find all the details in this post: New series of Posts from Your Archives 2020

This is the first post from the archives of author Jemima Pett.. The British Trust for Ornithology has a number of science projects where they invite the participation of the public. One of these is the BTO GardenWatch – Jemima Pett conducted her own 30 Days Wild Watch last June, and here is a snapshot of what she discovered and achieved.

30 Days Wild

Week 4 of 30 Days Wild sees me completing the Gardenwatch missions, and adding in more Random Acts of Wildness. There are only four days left in June, as I’m writing this for Thursday. There’ll be a final round-up on Monday, with, hopefully, some pictures of the special event I’m doing on Saturday.

Back to the week just gone. Wild Days 21-26

Friday

After an exhausting day on Thursday (see last week) I missed the start to the Longest Day, only waking up at 8.30! Unheard of for me. It was a lovely day, warm, with plenty of sun and cloud in equal measure. Good for being in the garden, pulling out spent flowers and exposing those in flower, planting out more vegetables from seedtrays, and, between 21:30 and 22:00, doing a bat survey.

I wasn’t expecting much, so I was relatively pleased with six pipistrelles (two common and four soprano) and two whiskered bats. The whiskered decided to investigate me further as I stood in front of my house with my bat detector,. They flew along the front of our houses, turned at the trees on the other side and returned a couple of times. The pipistrelle were mainly flying over the millstream upstream of the mill itself, and flying over my garden in pursuit of insects too. The common pips were around the front of the house, over the gardens and up the side of my house over my wildflower patch.

This sounds good, but it is less than a quarter of what I might expect this time of year. I think over-zealous river management is to blame, but changes to the properties might also have disturbed their roosts. I’ll check back next month and see if there are more around then.

wild flowers at dusk

The white flowers in the wildflower garden were showing well at 10 pm 🙂

Saturday

More of the same, weatherwise. I had started reading Mark Cocker’s Crow Country yesterday. Today I marked several passages worth further thought, and got several more ideas for a new book project I’m working on in the background.

His discussion on ornithologists (bird-watchers) as counters of birds rather than observers of birds struck me as very interesting. The general public see every birdwatcher as a ‘twitcher’ which is really only applicable to those who seek out rarities and dash off wherever they might be found, especially to add them to their lists. Mark’s premise seems to be that we all, unconsciously or not, are simply listers, because when we go for a walk, we don’t stop at the first flock of bluetits or bed of nettles and spend our allotted time studying them. We move on, in search of other sights and sounds.

He’s right, of course, but it’s still a sweeping statement. There are those of us who study patches (as he does himself with his rook studies), but recording the trends in birds present or absent, tying it in with food sources in some cases, is closer to the sort of ornithology of the old ‘natural scientists’ from whom Natural History developed.

Sunday

To prove Mark right in some ways, and me in others, I was delighted to see a juvenile Great Spotted Woodpecker on my seed feeder this morning.

Yes, I recorded it. But I also watched it for the ten minutes it was there (it couldn’t have been there much longer, since I’d been in the garden just before I came upstairs). Firstly, to spot its red head, which indicates juvenile plumage, but then to laugh as it clearly had not yet got the knack of feeding from the tube. Mine has ring-perches, which make it easier for forward feeders (like woodpeckers and robins) to perch and grab some food through the hole. This woodpecker pecked forward straight, supporting itself with its tail just fine. Then it decided to go for a seed at an angle through the hole, at which point its tail slipped sideways off the round tube, leaving it dangling. It didn’t seem strong enough to do what the adults do, which is to dangle from the lower rings without tail support.

It certainly managed a good feed, though. I apologise for not taking a photo of it.

Monday

A hot muggy day, with showers. Hot as in 27 deg C, which is about 80 F. Maybe not hot for you, but it was 8 degrees (C – 15 F) higher than yesterday, very humid, and fairly unpleasant.

I fitted in my last activity for Gardenwatch, the Worm Detective.

  1. Dig a hole 30cm x 30 cm x 5cm. The size of my washing up bowl, as it happens.
  2. Put the soil in the washing up bowl.
  3. Identify and record worms in length groupings, and also other minibeasts, as you sprinkle the soil back into the hole
  4. Put all the soil back and the turf on top and pat down.
  5. Record findings on the website.
  • Results: worms in size categories under 2 cm=2, 4 cm=7, 6 cm=2, 8 cm=1, 10 cm=1 and over 10 cm=0; woodlouse 1, millipede 1, grub 1.
  • I wonder how it would compare with a section done in a vegetable patch?

Tuesday

Golf at Caister, on the coast, with my friend Jean. We became friends when we discovered a shared love of birds, whilst working out what the strange ones on her course were one very wet April. They were whimbrel.

Despite Natural England requiring the golf club to cut a lot of their gorse down to allow a rare grass to grow more, the birds that liked the gorse are still around. Most of the course is a SSSI, a fact which Jean discovered and uses to lobby the management to ensure the course is looked after in an environmentally sustainable manner.

The birds were delightful. The flocks of Painted Lady butterflies were magnificent. The less said about the golf, the better.

Wednesday

More golf, this time at my regular course. I was very aware of the birdsong at the course in the Midlands I visited last week, so I noted the chiffchaff, dunnock, wren and blackbird singing on my home course. Not as much as there used to be, but unfortunately there was very loud building work going on in the neighbouring site. Maybe the birds are as aware of the changes afoot as the rest of us members.

Checked out my wildflower patch to see a huge patch had been flattened, possibly by cats jumping into it. But there are now three Bee Orchids, and a new blue spiky flower which I need to identify. The other tall stand of blue flowers near the front of the patch are Viper’s Bugloss, but this isn’t the same, and it isn’t plain Bugloss. It might be Spiked Speedwell, but I think the leaves are too strap-like.

The St John’s Wort is coming into flower, and some of the Ragwort, except for those hosting a lovely mass of cinnabar moth caterpillars! The Lady’s Bedstraw has establihsed itself in good numbers, having only started to gorow last year. I hope it will attract lots of caterpillars for nice moths.

It looks like the Meadowsweet has gone. I’m thinking of digging up a couple of tracts of soil in the autumn to see if it brings the poppies up again. They are at their best on soil which has been disturbed.

Some lovely very dark butterflies were around the wildflowers, probably Ringlets, since they are noted for flying in cloudy weather.

Thursday

I’m torn between going for a walk, either one of my old regular patches, or to the pingo ponds which I’ve explained in the past, or getting a major piece of garden maintenance done. The weather is cool and overcast, and we’re just waiting for the superheatwave to hit us from the continent. I should do both before that heat hits.

See what my decision is on Monday!

©Jemima Pett

About Jemima Pett

When Jemima Pett discovered the words ‘portfolio career’ she realised she was an example of a new trend – having not only a number of different jobs, but in totally different fields. These included social work, business management, computer technology, environmental research. The thread running through all of them was communication – and that continued in her spare time with writing and editing club magazines, manuals, reports… Jemima loved words, loved to learn and to apply her learning to the real world.

Eventually the world just wasn’t big enough, and so she went back to inventing her own, as she had as a child. First came the Realms, a feudal England run by princes in castles who just happen to be guinea pigs – although you can read them as people equally well. Then came the Viridian System, a planetary area on the outskirts of known space where a frontier mentality mixes with big business and tourism. Her next project could be anything from a D&D fantasy type world, to a children’s picture book about the real adventures of her guinea pigs, who live with her in a small village in Norfolk, UK.

The latest release from Jemima Pett.

About the book

The Princelings of the East are now King Fred and Prince Engineer George. Gone are the years of innocence when they travelled for adventure and uncovered time tunnels and pirate plots.

Now Fred, assisted by his queen, Kira, has the responsibility for his people, his lands, and for persuading the lords and kings of the Realms to act together for the common good.

George just has to work on his inventions, always thinking of a final goal: to fulfil the promises made to Lord Mariusz so long ago.

Neither has an easy task.

Fred decides to write this history of his reign. He starts with the joy of his inheritance, but quickly shows us that developments in the Realms are not leading towards a settled and happy future.

Chronicles of Marsh is book 9 of the Princelings of the East series, and fills a gap between previous books and the final one, Princelings Revolution, due next year. It takes us from Fred’s first days as king, to the loss of the latest and most promising flying machine, a period of 8 years. The pressures of modern life will be familiar to readers, even if the princelings world doesn’t have the internet and mobile communications… yet.

A recent review for the book

A great recap of the adventures of King Fred and Princeling George, plus some new information the reader will need to know before the final book comes out.

Head over to buy to buy the book: Amazon UK

And:Amazon US

A small selection of other books by Jemima Pett

Read all the reviews for all the books and buy: Amazon US

And: Amazon UK

Read more reviews and follow Jemima on Goodreads: Goodreads

Connect to Jemima

Blog: Jemima Pett
Twitter: @jemima_pett
Facebook: Jemima Pett

My thanks to Jemima for sharing her posts with us and I hope you will head over to explore her archives…thanks Sally

If you live in the UK and would like to participate in this important environmental study, check out  BTO GardenWatch

Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – New Book on the Shelves – #Children #Pre-Order – Chronicles of Marsh (The Princelings of the East Book 9) by Jemima Pett


Delighted to share the new release Chronicles of Marsh (The Princelings of the East Book 9) by Jemima Pett on pre-order for November 14th but remaining at the lower price until after Christmas.

About the book

The Princelings of the East are now King Fred and Prince Engineer George. Gone are the years of innocence when they travelled for adventure and uncovered time tunnels and pirate plots.

Now Fred, assisted by his queen, Kira, has the responsibility for his people, his lands, and for persuading the lords and kings of the Realms to act together for the common good.

George just has to work on his inventions, always thinking of a final goal: to fulfil the promises made to Lord Mariusz so long ago.

Neither has an easy task.

Fred decides to write this history of his reign. He starts with the joy of his inheritance, but quickly shows us that developments in the Realms are not leading towards a settled and happy future.

Chronicles of Marsh is book 9 of the Princelings of the East series, and fills a gap between previous books and the final one, Princelings Revolution, due next year. It takes us from Fred’s first days as king, to the loss of the latest and most promising flying machine, a period of 8 years. The pressures of modern life will be familiar to readers, even if the princelings world doesn’t have the internet and mobile communications… yet.

Head over to buy at the lower price until Christmas: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07XC96C3R

And on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XC96C3R

And the universal link for other stores:  https://bookgoodies.com/a/B07XC96C3R

A small selection of other books by Jemima Pett

One of the reviews for Princelings of the East (Book 1) on Goodreads

Mar 14, 2019 D.A. McGrath rated it Four Stars

Something is wrong in the East. Unexplained power outages have cursing the land, and they are getting worse. The King isn’t happy, especially when his birthday extravaganza is ruined.

Princelings George and Fred know that it is only a matter of time before the superstitious King starts to blame their ‘experiments’ for the power problems, so they decide to set out of the castle they call home to investigate the strange goings on for themselves. Only they’ve never left the East before, and don’t really know what to expect.

The Princelings of the East is an easy read at 162 pages, set in a world that’s a bit like ours but mostly not. I enjoyed getting to know George and Fred and the people they meet on their journey, and I also liked the imaginative world that they occupy (imagine living in a world where power is generated using strawberry juice!). If I have any grumbles about this book it would be that I would have enjoyed getting under the skin of the main characters a bit more.

Overall, a fun read that I would highly recommend.

Read all the reviews for all the books and buy: https://www.amazon.com/Jemima-Pett/e/B006F68PVE/

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jemima-Pett/e/B006F68PVE

Read more reviews and follow Jemima on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5388872.Jemima_Pett

About Jemima Pett

When Jemima Pett discovered the words ‘portfolio career’ she realised she was an example of a new trend – having not only a number of different jobs, but in totally different fields. These included social work, business management, computer technology, environmental research. The thread running through all of them was communication – and that continued in her spare time with writing and editing club magazines, manuals, reports… Jemima loved words, loved to learn and to apply her learning to the real world.

Eventually the world just wasn’t big enough, and so she went back to inventing her own, as she had as a child. First came the Realms, a feudal England run by princes in castles who just happen to be guinea pigs – although you can read them as people equally well. Then came the Viridian System, a planetary area on the outskirts of known space where a frontier mentality mixes with big business and tourism. Her next project could be anything from a D&D fantasy type world, to a children’s picture book about the real adventures of her guinea pigs, who live with her in a small village in Norfolk, UK.

Connect to Jemima

Blog: http://jemimapett.com/blog/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jemima_pett
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jemima.pett

Thank you for dropping in today and I hope that you will head over and discover more about the Princelings from the East series – Thanks Sally