We dig down to find things, to hide others and ourselves, to discover faster ways to cross space, to build, to trap, to plant, to harvest. We dig for many reasons. I remember, when I was a peedie thing, even before moving to Orkney and discovering the word peedie, I read the Ladybird edition of Journey to the Centre of the Earth, by Jules Verne. After reading this, I decided it was obvious there was a tunnel down into this incredible place below (with dinosaurs! A mastodon! Prehistoric man!), located near the door in my sisters’ bedroom. I knew this, because we could roll the carpet back and there, by the door, was a crack in the floorboards. Of course, the logic of a six or seven year old never needed to incorporate the fact that this bedroom was not on the ground floor, but above the living room. That didn’t matter, the adventure did and we would dig to find it.
Thank you! I'm really happy you enjoyed it. There's certainly more to that one, right? I have a few notes and ideas, but I fear they'll remain in my journal and phone for a while at least! Just too much to write first! (I would like to revisit this one, though. That's for sure.)
What a great story! I want to know the rest.
Thank you! I'm really happy you enjoyed it. There's certainly more to that one, right? I have a few notes and ideas, but I fear they'll remain in my journal and phone for a while at least! Just too much to write first! (I would like to revisit this one, though. That's for sure.)