Copyright Christopher Shallow MSc 2023
As it is exactly four weeks to Christmas, I thought I'd begin a Christmas story featuring one of the least-known 'Chelsea Girls' and a special Christmas railway goods van, which will end in Trevelver Castle's Grand Christmas Eve party in the Great Hall during the Great Snow of 1962.
It was Saturday, December 22nd 1962. The winter of 1962-1963 was to be one of the coldest winters in the United Kingdom in the Twentieth Century. Jenny Davies, a shy young Welsh woman, barely out of her teens, with blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes, and a short, round face, was feeling very worried. Angela Evans, the very methodical organiser among the group of friends known as the 'Chelsea Girls', was ill in bed with a bad case of the 'flu, or so it was said. So, instead of Angela, Jenny had been tasked with organising the last-minute delivery of a special railway van of Christmas presents to Trevelver Castle in North Cornwall. Jenny's friends were all busy helping prepare Trevelver Castle's traditional Christmas Eve party in its Great Hall.
The problem was that snow had begun to fall in Cornwall on December 12th to the 13th and was forecast to continue throughout Christmas. The snow was so heavy that it had blocked roads and railways, brought down power lines and stranded villagers. However, Jenny knew if she could only contact them, she could count on her childhood friends, Father Christmas and his elves, and the 'North Pole Express' to help her deliver the goods van load of presents from Santa's Workshop on time. But how could she get in touch with Father Christmas?
Jenny and her friends, known as the 'Chelsea Girls,' were gathered around a well-scrubbed oak table in Trevelver Castle's Great Kitchen. The delightful warmth of hot cocoa accompanied the enchanting stories spun by Sylvia's cherished Cornish nanny, 'Nursie,' Widow Curnow. 'Nursie' told them tales of the castle's history, the area's legends, and local customs.
But what really caught Jenny's attention was when 'Nursie' spoke about a magical mailbox in Cardinham Woods that could send letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole. She said that she had used it when she was a little girl. She told them that she had written a letter to Father Christmas every year, telling him how much she loved and appreciated his gifts.
However, not everyone believed Widow Curnow. Some of the 'Chelsea Girls' laughed at what they thought was 'Nursie's' childish and silly story. Monique Gournay, a stunning brunette Parisienne fashion model, dismissed the charming fairy tales of the English as naive.
Sylvia did not like what Monique said. She thought that Monique was being mean to 'Nursie'. So, Sylvia spoke up and defended her nanny against Monique's unkind words. Sylvia's best friend, Elayne Guillou from Brittany, also supported 'Nursie' and said that Parisiennes were shallow.
The 'Chelsea Girls' did not like how Monique was being negative and mean.
'Big' Belinda Andersen, with her blonde hair and oval face, spoke about their common love for Christmas and its traditions.
With her long, dark, wavy blonde hair and brown eyes, Suzi Williams emphasised that while not everyone may believe in magic or miracles, they shared a common belief in the power of kindness. Suzi said kindness could make a big difference in someone's life, bringing joy and healing to the soul.
Amanda Morgan finished by urging Monique not to make fun of people's traditions and beliefs. She asked Monique to judge them by their actions, words, and deeds, also emphasising the importance of kindness.
Monique felt very sorry for her words. She wanted to make things right with Sylvia, 'Nursie', and the 'Chelsea Girls'. She said: "Sylvia, I'm so sorry for what I said. I was wrong to mock your story, Widow Curnow. I was wrong to think that any of my friends were naive or gullible. You are not. You are smart, kind, and generous. You have a wonderful friend in 'Nursie', Sylvia, who has shared the magic of Cardinham Woods and Father Christmas with us."
She continued: "I hope you can forgive me for my rudeness. I hope that we can stay friends. I don't want to lose you over this silly argument. We have so much in common despite our differences. We all love Christmas, we all love stories, we all love kindness. We are all friends, no matter where we come from or what we believe in."
Sylvia and 'Nursie' were happy to hear Monique's apology. They knew that it takes courage to admit mistakes and ask for forgiveness. Sylvia said: "We forgive you, Monique. We know that you didn't mean to hurt anyone. We know that you are a good person at heart. We are glad that you are our friend."
The other 'Chelsea Girls' agreed: "We forgive you, Monique. We are happy that you realised your mistake and apologised. We are happy that we can all be friends again. We are happy that we can all enjoy Christmas together." Then, each of them got up and gave Monique a big hug.
Monique then admitted that she was grumpy because she had received a telegram cancelling an important photo shoot in London in the New Year, which she had been really looking forward to.
And so, Jenny and her friends learned an important lesson: that kindness and forgiveness are part of the true magic of Christmas. They knew they would always be there for each other, no matter what, and they would always be friends, no matter where they came from or what they believed in.
With Widow Curnow's tale of the magic of Cardinham Woods still fresh in her mind, Jenny packed a small, sturdy rucksack with some hearty snacks, a thermos of hot, sweet tea, a flashlight with spare batteries, a walking map, snowshoes, and her much-loved childhood companion, a small brown bear named Teddy. Lastly, she grabbed some dry bread slices to fill her winter coat's pockets. Dressing warmly with her matching woollen scarf, hat, and gloves before pulling on her long, warmly lined boots, she set out from the snowbound Trevelver Castle, leaving behind a note to her friends explaining where she was headed.
Jenny stepped out of the grand front entrance of Trevelver Castle and onto the long drive that led down to the main road. The snow was falling steadily, but the drive had been kept fairly clear by a pair of tractor-powered snowploughs repeatedly driven by Lord Trevelver and the Castle Estate's General Manager, Marrek Prowse.
Jenny fastened her long winter coat tightly around her and pulled her hat down over her ears. She could feel the cold wind biting at her cheeks and nose. She took a deep breath and started walking down the drive. She had a long journey ahead of her but was determined to succeed. As she walked downhill, she noticed that the snow was falling harder and faster than before. The wind was picking up, and the snow was drifting more. How would she be able to get through it?
The snow crisply crunched under Jenny's feet as she walked down the long drive from Trevelver Castle. The tall sycamore trees on either side of the drive were covered in a blanket of sparkling white. The only sound was the soft rustling of snow as it fell from overloaded branches. Jenny walked slowly, taking in the beauty of the winter landscape. She felt a sense of peace and calmness.
As Jenny walked, she looked up and saw a beautiful tawny owl flying soundlessly high above her. The owl had large, round eyes and soft, brown feathers. It was gliding gracefully through the snowy air, its wings spread wide. She knew that its home was a tree cavity in the Castle grounds.
She also saw the occasional animal track in the snow. There were rabbit tracks, deer tracks, and even the tracks of a fox. Jenny wondered where her animal friends were now and how they were surviving in the snow and cold. She worried about the animals and their ability to survive in such unusually harsh conditions.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Jenny reached the main road running across the hills from the coastal town of Penmayne to Bodmin and Wadebridge. She looked back at the distant silhouette of Trevelver Castle standing tall among the snow-shrouded ash, beech, oak, and sycamore trees and smiled, thinking of her friends hard at work and relying on her. To her dismay, she found that massive drifts of snow completely blocked the road. The top of the bus stop sign by the open Castle Gates at the foot of the drive was just visible, poking from a particularly tall drift. Her friend, the robin, was perched on top of the sign, looking at Jenny with a curious expression.
Jenny felt a sense of panic. There was no way that she could get past such enormous snowdrifts. She looked around for help, but there was no one in sight. She felt alone and scared. How would she get to Bodmin, then Cardinham Woods, now?
Jenny Davies was a special young woman, descended from a long line of Celtic chiefs and druids. She had inherited a magical gift that allowed her to talk with animals and birds. Whenever she was alone, the animals and birds would come to her and speak to her in their own language. They would tell her about their lives, their dreams, and their secrets. Jenny felt blessed to have this gift and used it to help her animal and bird friends whenever possible.
Jenny looked up at her friend the robin and asked him if he could fly up to see if there was anything coming along the road from the direction of Penmayne. The robin flew up into the snowy air and circled around a few times, scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. After a few minutes, the robin returned to Jenny and perched on her shoulder. He told her he could see an enormous yellow snowplough lorry in the distance approaching slowly, followed by a green single-decker 'bus. Jenny felt very relieved; help was on the way. She thanked the robin for his help and gave him a small piece of bread from her coat pocket as a token of her gratitude. The robin chirped happily and flew away, disappearing into the snowy landscape.
Jenny stepped out into the centre of the road where the snow was not so deep, as most of it had been blown into a massive drift along its edge. She could feel the cold snow crunching under her feet as she walked. The wind was howling, and the snow was falling harder than ever. She worried about the driver of the snowplough, high up in his cab. Could he see her through the falling snow and stop his massive vehicle in time? She was gripped with fear.
Jenny's friend, the robin, had been keeping a close eye on her as she waited near the bus stop. The robin had been circling just in front of the snowplough's cab windows, making sure that the driver could see Jenny. As the snowplough neared Jenny, the robin started urgently tapping on the windscreen in front of the driver. The driver saw the robin and slowed down, coming to a stop just inches away from Jenny. Her heart was in her mouth as she saw the massive sloping orange and white striped snowplough blade looming over her. She was very relieved as she realized that she was safe. The driver of the snowplough got out and helped Jenny climb up the steps and into the cosy cab, telling her that the 'bus behind was jampacked. The cab door proudly carried the words, 'Penmayne Urban District Council Snowplough No.1'. After introducing herself and explaining that she needed to get to Bodmin, Jenny felt warm and safe as they slowly cleared a way through the snowdrifts. Through the rear mirror, Jenny could see the packed 'Southern National' 'bus, its windows all misted up, coming from Penmayne to Bodmin and Wadebridge, crawling behind the big lorry.
The snowplough driver told Jenny that his name was Jowan Trelawny, but she could call him John. John told Jenny that everyone had laughed when the council decided to buy such a big Scammell 'Mountaineer' snowplough lorry, saying that it would never be needed. John explained that he had been driving the massive four-wheel drive lorry all day around Penmayne but had volunteered to clear the Bodmin road so that the only 'bus to make the journey could carry people stranded in Penmayne after doing their Christmas shopping and meeting friends and relatives back to their homes in Bodmin and Wadebridge in time for Christmas. He showed her a framed picture of his wife and twins, a boy and a girl, waiting for him back in Penmayne when he returned, followed by the 'bus. Jenny felt deeply grateful to John for his kindness and selflessness.
She watched through the windscreen as the snowplough blade forced cascades of snow to one side of the road, making a path for the following 'bus to pass along. She could hear the loud rumble of the powerful diesel engine in front of the cab and the constant scraping of the plough against the drifted snow. The snow flew up in the air and fell back down in a shower of bright white.
As they powered through the snowdrifts, Jenny's friend, the robin, flew just ahead to warn them of any hidden obstacles. The robin was a loyal friend and had been keeping a close eye on Jenny throughout her journey. He chirped happily as he flew, leading the way through the snow. Jenny felt a sense of comfort knowing that the robin was watching over her.
Finally, the two snow-covered vehicles arrived in Bodmin, and the grateful passengers got out of the 'bus, before the vehicles set off for Wadebridge and then Penmayne. After thanking John, Jenny carefully climbed down from the enormous lorry, put on her snowshoes, and set off again. The snow was deep and powdery, but her snowshoes helped her walk on top of the snow. She could feel the snow under her feet and hear it crunching with each step she took. The sound was soothing and peaceful as it echoed through the snowy winter landscape. Jenny felt a sense of calm as she walked, listening to the repeated sound. She knew that she was never alone, thanks to her connection with all living creatures. She decided to ask every animal she met if they knew where the magical mailbox was. Surely, at least one would know?
First, she asked a passing badger, "Excuse me, Mr. Badger, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The badger replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I wish you luck on your journey!"
Jenny then asked a deer, "Excuse me, Mr. Deer, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The deer replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I hope you find what you're looking for!"
Jenny then asked a fox, "Excuse me, Mr. Fox, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The fox replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I wish you all the best!"
Jenny then asked a hedgehog, "Excuse me, Mr. Hedgehog, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The hedgehog replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I hope you find what you're looking for!"
Jenny then asked a rabbit, "Excuse me, Mr. Rabbit, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The rabbit replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I wish you luck on your journey!"
Jenny then asked a squirrel, "Excuse me, Mr. Squirrel, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The squirrel replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I hope you find what you're looking for!"
Next, Jenny asked a blue tit, "Excuse me, Mr. Blue Tit, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The blue tit replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I wish you all the best!"
Jenny then asked a great tit, "Excuse me, Mr. Great Tit, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The great tit replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I hope you find what you're looking for!"
Finally, Jenny asked a robin, "Excuse me, Mr. Robin, do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?" The robin replied, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I don't know. But I wish you luck on your journey!"
Jenny felt very sad and hopeless.
Then she heard a hooting sound. She looked up and saw a tawny owl perched on a nearby tree. "Excuse me, Mr. Tawny Owl", she said. "Do you know where I can find a magical mailbox that sends letters directly to Father Christmas at the North Pole?"
The owl hooted and replied, "Yes, Jenny, I do. The mailbox is hidden in the centre of Cornwall, deep in Cardinham Woods, just outside Bodmin, and is guarded by a group of friendly elves. But be careful; even the most beautiful forest can be dangerous at night. Good luck on your journey, Jenny!"
Jenny thanked the tawny owl, checked her map under a sheltering tree, and then set off towards Cardinham Woods, her heart filled with hope. Jenny walked for about an hour on the deep, crisp snow until she reached the edge of a mixed woodland. She saw a wooden sign that stated 'Cardinham Woods' and followed the arrow that pointed to the right. Her map showed her that the woods were nestled in a beautiful valley with a stream and viewpoints.
Soon, Jenny was inside Cardinham Woods, following a winding path that led her deeper and deeper among the snow-covered trees of the vast 650-acre woodland. She walked for hours. At first, her heart was full of anticipation; then, she started to feel scared and lonely. She wished she had brought a friend with her. She wondered if anyone would look for her after finding her note.
Suddenly, a loud growl echoed through the forest. Startled, Jenny spun around and found herself face-to-face with a pair of glowing eyes. It was a big wolf, and it looked very hungry. Jenny remembered reading in the 'Cornish & Devon Post' that some wolves had escaped from Willoughby Chase, and a few had already reached Cornwall. The article stated that an unknown person had illegally imported packs of wolves to Willoughby Chase; it was said that they wanted to save the wolves from the bitter cold of Eastern Europe and Russia. Jenny tried to run away, but she tripped over a root and fell, her breath knocked out of her. The hungry wolf crept closer and closer, baring its sharp teeth. Jenny felt very faint.
Just when she thought it was the end for her, she heard a short hoot above her. It was her friend, the tawny owl. The big owl swiftly and soundlessly swooped down and landed on the wolf's head with its talons extended. The wolf was surprised by the owl's sudden attack and tried to shake it off, but the owl held on tight. The wolf ran away, leaving Jenny unharmed. The tawny owl had saved her!
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The owl then flew back to Jenny's side and asked if she was alright. Jenny got up on her feet, thanked her friend and said she was okay. The bird then explained to Jenny that the woods could be hazardous at night. There were many dangers lurking in the shadows, not only wolves waiting for unsuspecting passersby. But the owl told her that she was not alone. She had friends in the woods who would protect her.
The owl then called out to the other animals and birds in the woods. He asked them to help Jenny find the magical mailbox and protect her from harm as she searched. The animals and birds immediately agreed. Jenny was surrounded by a group of loyal friends who stood guard around her. The badger, the deer, the fox, the hedgehog, the rabbit, the squirrel, the blue tit, the great tit, and the robin all used their sharp senses to detect any danger and their quick reflexes to fend off any attack. Jenny felt safe and happy, she had friends who cared for her and would protect her as she continued her search for the magical mailbox.
Jenny walked further down the path, which was getting narrower and steeper. She had to be careful where she stepped. Suddenly, she realized that she had lost track of time and had no idea where she was or how to get back to Trevelver Castle. With her flashlight, she looked at her map and realized, with shock, that she was very close to a steep slope. She could hear the sound of water rushing below. She tried to turn back, but it was too late. She was already standing at the edge. Shining her flashlight, she saw that it was a long way down. She felt dizzy and scared.
Suddenly, Jenny heard a rustling behind her. She turned around and saw her friends, the animals and birds, rushing towards her. They formed two circles; the animals held each other's tails while the birds held each other's wings. They then formed their circles around Jenny and asked her to place her feet one in front of the other while the animals guided her steps, and the birds, led by the tawny owl at her back, gently guided her back to where she had missed the turning. She felt the strength and warmth of her friends around her. They had warned her of the steep slope and saved her from tumbling into the icy stream below.
Jenny's friends continued looking out for her. Whenever she was about to take the wrong turn in the path, one of her animal friends would warn her and promise to keep alerting her to unseen dangers.
Suddenly, she heard a rustling behind her. Was it the wolf coming for her again? No, it was her friend, the badger. The badger warned her to be careful where she was about to step because of some roots that might trip her. Jenny thanked the badger and continued walking.
As she walked further, she heard more rustling. It was her friend, the deer. The deer warned her to be careful of some low-hanging branches ahead that might hit or cut her. Jenny thanked the deer and continued walking.
As she walked on, she heard rustling again. It was her friend, the fox. The fox warned her to be careful of some thorns ahead that might cut her and some nettles that might sting her. Jenny thanked the fox and continued walking.
Jenny felt safe and happy, knowing that she was not alone in the snow-covered woods. Her friends cared for her and had promised to protect her, alerting her to any dangers she could not see. Jenny thanked them and continued her journey, following the winding track. She felt lucky to have such wonderful friends and hoped that the path would soon lead her to the mailbox.
Finally, Jenny saw a small clearing among the tall trees. In the centre of the clearing stood a beautiful bright red and green mailbox, its pointed roof covered in snow and decorated with twinkling colour lights.
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Jenny approached the mailbox and opened the door. Inside, she found a stack of blank letter paper and matching envelopes with a silver pen under a small sign that read, "Write your letter to Father Christmas here". Jenny took a deep breath and began to write. She poured her heart out onto the paper, telling Father Christmas all about her worries and fears.
When she finished, she addressed the letter to "Father Christmas, The North Pole", placed the letter in the envelope, sealed it and dropped it into the mailbox. She closed the flap and firmly closed the door. As she turned to leave, she heard a soft jingling sound. She looked back, and a group of friendly elves appeared, smiling, and waving at her.
Before leaving the clearing, Jenny took out her rucksack and pulled out the hearty snacks and her thermos of hot, sweet tea. She also had some dry bread slices in her coat pockets. She called out to her friends, and they all gathered around her. She shared all her food and tea with them, making sure everyone had enough to eat and drink. The badger and the hedgehog enjoyed the nuts and berries while the deer and the rabbit nibbled on the bread slices. The blue tit, the great tit, and the robin sipped the warm tea from the thermos' cup while the squirrel and the fox munched on the biscuits.
Jenny was delighted to see her friends enjoying the food and drink. After they finished eating, she waved goodbye to them and promised to come back soon. Her friends said goodbye as she walked away, feeling happy and content. Jenny's act of kindness made her woodland friends feel loved and appreciated. They knew they could always count on her. And that is what true friendship is all about sharing, caring, and being there for each other.
At last, Jenny had found the special mailbox and had posted her letter to Father Christmas. She set off on the long journey back through the snow to Trevelver Castle, her heart filled with hope and joy. She had found new friends in the woods and promised to visit them again with gifts of food. She also promised herself to tell the other 'Chelsea Girls' about her adventure and thank them for giving her a reason to meet her animal and bird friends.
Jenny had been walking for hours through the snow-covered woods of Cardinham. She had been so focused on finding the mailbox she had not realized how tired she was. It was not until she left the woods and her friends that her exhaustion hit her. She was completely drained, her legs felt heavy, and her feet were throbbing. She realized it was many miles back to Trevelver Castle and was unsure if she had the strength to make it. She felt fear rising in her chest. She could feel the cold wind biting at her cheeks and nose. She knew that she had to be careful and save her energy. She took a deep breath and kept walking, taking small steps and resting often. She felt a sense of growing desperation as she walked, listening to the rhythm of her snowshoes on the snow. Finally, Jenny lay down in the snow, just for a little rest, she told herself, although she seemed to hear her small brown bear, Teddy, warning her not to. She let out a deep sigh; she was so tired. She felt the bite of cold snow against her face but no longer cared. She was too tired to move. Then, just before she closed her eyes, she saw a ghostly figure rapidly approaching out of the falling snow.
As the figure got closer, she saw that it was a Roman centurion. The centurion saluted crisply and introduced himself as Marcus Dubricius, telling Jenny that his tribune at the Roman fortress of Isca Dumnoniorum – which Jenny knew as Exeter – had sent him to guide her safely back to Trevelver Castle, after lifting her up and respectfully brushing off the snow.
As Jenny lay half-conscious in the snow, her tawny owl friend had been closely watching over her. The owl saw the Roman centurion striding across the snow and knew that he could help Jenny. The snow was falling heavily, and the centurion was struggling to find Jenny. Suddenly, he heard a hooting sound. He looked up and saw a tawny owl. The owl hooted again as it flew through the falling snow. The centurion followed the owl, and it guided him to where Jenny lay, covered in a thin layer of newly fallen snow. The centurion, recalling that owls were associated with Minerva, the Roman goddess of wisdom, was not surprised by the owl's intelligence and thanked him for his help.
Marcus was a tall and muscular man with a stern expression on his battle-scarred face. He wore a cuirass made of bronze that covered his chest and back. The cuirass was decorated with intricate designs and symbols representing his rank and many military achievements. He also wore a tunic made of wool that was dyed in a deep shade of red. The tunic was long and reached down to his knees. Marcus wore sandals made of leather on his feet with straps that went up to his ankles. He carried a gladius, a short sword Roman soldiers used. The sword was sheathed in a scabbard that was attached to his belt. On his back, he carried a travel pack and a rectangular shield, called a scutum, using a strap over his shoulder and across his chest. This allowed him to use both hands for other weapons or tasks.
He wore thick, woollen socks designed to be worn with sandals to keep his feet warm and dry. To provide warmth and protection from the wind and rain, he wore a thick woollen cloak, a long piece of fabric draped over his shoulders and fastened at the front with a brooch, and wore a pileus or pileum, a brimless felt cap on his head under a woollen hat. He kept his metal helmet in a simple drawstring linen bag attached to his travel pack to protect it from scratches and dents while travelling.
Jenny was surprised but also excited to meet a Roman centurion. She followed Marcus as he led her along pathways known to him through the snow-covered fields and hills. Along the way, Marcus taught Jenny Roman marching songs, including some very bawdy ones, making her giggle, and told her stories about his life in the legions.
Jenny noticed that Marcus' leather sandaled feet left no mark in the crisp, deep-packed snow. She wondered if he was a ghost or a spirit. But she felt safe with him by her side.
As they walked through the snow-covered fields and hills, Marcus explained to Jenny how a Roman road network spanned the land of the Dumnonii, what she knew as Cornwall and Devon, connecting important settlements with military forts as well as wider Britannia. He told her that the Romans built these roads to facilitate trade, commerce, and military operations. The roads were made of stone and were built to last. They were also designed to be straight and level, which made them ideal for travel by foot, horse, or cart. The Romans used these roads to transport goods, troops, and messages across the country. They also used them to maintain control over their territories and to project their power beyond their borders. Jenny listened intently to Marcus' words and asked him many questions. She was fascinated by the history of the Romans and their achievements. Marcus was happy to share his knowledge with Jenny as he guided her on her long journey.
Several times, looking up, Jenny saw her tawny owl friend overhead checking on their progress. She knew she was not alone in the world and had friends who cared for her.
Jenny and the centurion were crossing open ground when they suddenly noticed a pack of wolves stealthily approaching out of the falling snow. Jenny's heart started racing as she realized that they were in grave danger. Marcus prepared to fight. The wolves were getting closer and closer. How would they be able to fight off so many hungry predators?
Marcus realized that the wolves were not yet desperate enough to attack them if Jenny and he stood their ground, so he put on his magnificent metal crested helmet, held his shield in front and told Jenny to shelter behind it while he drew his sword. As the wolves cautiously approached, Marcus lunged forward with his shining sword and let out a series of such powerful roars that the wolves ran away.
"What was that?" asked Jenny, in awe, as the pack disappeared into the steadily falling snow.
"Oh, that was the voice of Mars; it's powerful enough to scare not only the bravest of enemies but our legionaries, too!" Marcus laughed.
Jenny was very impressed with the centurion's bravery and strength and felt safe with him by her side. Marcus confidently led the way as they continued their journey, still wearing his magnificent metal helmet. Jenny, following closely behind, asked Marcus about his helmet. He explained that it was a galea, a vital piece of protective gear on the battlefield.
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"My galea is one of the finest armour pieces of our times. They are typically crafted from metal, bronze, or iron, covering the head's top, sides, and back while exposing the face for better visibility and communication. The helmet is often decorated with plumes or crests. The crest of my centurion's helmet runs across from side to side, symbolising leadership, authority, and command within the legions. Its comb of horsehair is dyed red to make it visible from afar so that a legionary of any centuria, of any legion, can recognize his commander at once, even during the fiercest battle."
As they walked, Marcus and Jenny encountered many obstacles. They had to cross frozen streams, climb steep hills, and pass through dense thickets. The centurion was strong and skilled in reading the land, and he helped Jenny every step of the way. He encouraged her when she was tired, lifted her up when she stumbled, and even carried her when she needed a rest. The tawny owl flew ahead, guiding them on their way. They walked through the snow-covered landscape for hours, but neither the Roman nor the owl ever faltered.
Finally, they arrived at the entrance to Trevelver Castle, and the owl flew away, disappearing into the snowy landscape. Jenny was overjoyed but was also sad to say goodbye to Marcus. She thanked him for guiding her back to safety, and Marcus smiled and told her that he was proud of her and that she was a brave girl. Jenny thanked him for his guidance and protection and hoped that they would meet again.
"Princess Gwenhwyfar, that is in the hands of the Fates."
Marcus then saluted and bid farewell to Jenny before disappearing into the night. Jenny waved goodbye to him, knowing that she would never forget the Roman centurion who had saved her life and the tawny owl who had tirelessly guided them.
And so, Jenny Davies returned to Trevelver Castle safe and sound, with a heart full of joy and a mind full of wonderful memories, but totally exhausted to find her worried friends gathered in the entrance hall, about to launch a search party for her. She knew that she had found something more precious than the magical mailbox. She had found true friendship and not only in Cardinham Woods.
As soon as Jenny had staggered into Trevelver Castle, shivering with cold and exhaustion, the Housekeeper, Gwendolyn Jenkins, wife of the Castle's resourceful Head Butler, Huw Jenkins, immediately insisted that she take her to soak in a warm bath. Gwendolyn left a thick, warm dressing gown along with Jenny's flannel pyjamas, bed socks, and warm slippers as Jenny soaked in the bath. Once Jenny had towelled herself dry with the biggest, softest, warmest towel she had ever seen, Gwendolyn, after asking if Jenny was decent, returned to the bathroom to carefully examine Jenny's feet, toes, hands, fingers and thumbs, ears and nose for any signs of frostbite. At length, satisfied, Gwendolyn told Jenny that she would suffer some pink tingling soreness on the tips of her ears and nose and her cheeks, but, otherwise, she would be fine after a good long sleep. But, first, Jenny insisted on having a big mug of hot cocoa with her friends in the Castle's Great Kitchen so that she could share her story with everyone. Gwendolyn smiled and said, "Of course, dear. You go ahead. I'll make sure you have a well-warmed bed to sleep in as soon as you're ready."
As they sat in the Castle kitchen, sipping steaming mugs of hot cocoa and listening to Jenny's tales, Huw Jenkins, Trevelver Castle's Head Butler, entered with a special letter for Jenny on a small round silver tray. The envelope was addressed to Miss Jenny Davies, Trevelver Castle, Cant Cove, Wadebridge, Cornwall, England. The name and address on the envelope were written in beautiful silver italic script. Above the name and address, "SPECIAL DELIVERY" was written in bold letters. It was a reply from Father Christmas himself, which had just arrived in the Castle's mailbox! Jenny's heart filled with excitement as she opened the beautiful red and green envelope.
Jenny told everyone that Father Christmas had read her letter and was very happy to help. He invited her to visit his workshop at the North Pole the very next morning, where she could see the elves at work and help load the presents into the special railway goods van. The van would be attached to the 'North Pole Express', and after being brought to Cant Cove station, the van would be loaded onto a special sleigh and delivered directly to Trevelver Castle! Jenny was overjoyed! Everyone congratulated her, especially her friends who had doubted Widow Curnow's tale about the magic mailbox in Cardinham Woods.
The next day was Monday, December 24th, 1962. To everyone's surprise, another of the 'Chelsea Girls', Susan Foreman, had miraculously arrived at Cant Cove station at 7:19 am on the Quarter past Midnight overnight train from London Waterloo station. Trevelver Castle's Head Butler had collected her and her overnight case in the heated cab of one of the snowplough-fitted tractors. The 'Chelsea Girls' and Sylvia's parents were all seated in the Small Breakfast Room, enjoying a hearty, warm meal. Everyone was eager to hear Susan's news.
"My grandfather suddenly returned to London in the TARDIS and then went off to explore a leak in the space-time continuum in an adjoining dimension that had brought Willoughby Chase and its wolves to our England. As a side-effect, it enables criminals to, somehow, pass into an adjoining and, normally, very peaceable place, Poppyshire and Sillyshire. Grandfather is convinced that this is a symptom of something far more serious. The Prime Minister is very concerned, too; wolves suddenly running wild in England is not popular with the voters!
So, with my grandfather in charge, as the government's Special Scientific Advisor, and off in the TARDIS investigating", she shrugged her slim shoulders, "I had to catch the overnight train to join you for what will be a very unusual Christmas. Amazingly, the line was clear all the way. However, the snowdrifts were piled high on each side of the railway tracks. Fortunately, the steam heating in the train was working very well", she smiled.
"We had two powerful engines – I asked the train guards, as I knew you'd want to know, Silvie – a former Southern Railway 'Merchant Navy' locomotive took the train from Waterloo to Exeter Central, and then a former Southern Railway 'Light Pacific' locomotive from Exeter Central, both in excellent form! I saw plenty of snowploughs at work on the lines. But don't ask me about the locos.!" she laughed.
During breakfast, Sylvia and Eli briefed Susan on Jenny's adventures. After Jenny left to feed her animal and bird friends in the Castle grounds, Susan nodded and explained that Jenny had special and unique powers. "Jenny is far more than the shy, young waitress we befriended in our favourite Chelsea café, 'Café Bohème'. She is the only one of us who can achieve what needs to be done this Christmas. I'm not surprised we didn't consciously recognize her unique abilities; she's so quiet and shy. Believe in her, trust her, and support her. That's all I will say for now. Now, pass me the toast, please, and that thick-cut marmalade, too."
Awaking from a long, deep, refreshing sleep after joining her friends for a hearty breakfast, Jenny packed her travel bag and Teddy before embarking on her journey to the North Pole. In her best winter outfit, Jenny stepped out of Trevelver Castle and saw the 'North Pole Express' waiting for her outside. The train was a magnificent sight, with its combination of gleaming umber and cream and red and green carriages behind its long, bright red and gold steam locomotive billowing white smoke and clouds of steam into the icy cold winter air. Jenny was curious to see that just like the centurion's footsteps had left no mark on the snow, neither did the wheels of the train waiting there.
The train's guard, a jolly man with a twinkle in his eye, called out, "Next stop: The North Pole!" before helping Jenny climb up and into one of the train's luxurious gleaming umber and cream 'Pullman' coaches. The coach was very warm and cosy, with plush armchair seats and soft lighting. Jenny felt excited as she looked around the beautiful interior. She was given her red and green printed cardboard return train ticket with her seat reservation and shown to her armchair seat.
"Excuse me, Mr. Guard, but are you sure this is my seat?" She shyly asked, gazing about her in wonder. The carriage was in immaculate condition with wonderful art deco inlaid decoration, art nouveau lamps, polished brass fittings, mosaic floors, and plush upholstery.
"Miss Davies, everyone on board this train is special", smiled the guard. "However, only the kindest and bravest guests are chosen to travel in one of our 'Pullman' cars, as these special coaches are called. These cars are reserved for those who are the most deserving—those who have shown exceptional kindness and bravery throughout the years. Our 'Pullman' cars symbolise honour and prestige, and those invited to travel in them are treated like royalty. You, Jenny, are one of this train's kindest and bravest passengers. You have shown exceptional kindness and bravery throughout your young life, especially to your wild animal and bird friends, many of whom, without your love and care, would not be alive, and that's why you have been chosen to travel in one of our 'Pullman' cars. You will be given a special gift from Santa Claus himself, on behalf of your friends, as a reward for all your good deeds. I hope that you and Teddy enjoy your journey on the 'North Pole Express', Miss Davies!"
Teddy leaned close, his button eyes reflecting starlight.
"Where are we going, Jenny?" he asked.
"To the heart of wonder," she replied.
The seating was open, with elegant white linen-covered tables in between the seats where the travellers could enjoy food and drink. Jenny sank into the soft seat and placed Teddy so that he could also look out of the window as the train pulled up and away. She could see the snow-covered landscape passing by below and felt a sense of wonder and joy. She knew that she was in for the adventure of a lifetime. The 'North Pole Express' was a train that was specially designed to take children and others to see Father Christmas. Along the way, Jenny would meet many brave, selfless children who were also going to the North Pole with stories of achievement to tell.
Mrs. Santa Claus, the kind-hearted stewardess of the 'North Pole Express', regularly pushed a silver trolley laden with every passenger's favourite food and drink along the train. She always stopped at the right passenger, making sure that everyone got their favourite seasonal treats. The trolley was filled with delicious goodies such as hot cocoa, chocolate cookies, candy canes, and more. In addition to these treats, her trolley also carried a variety of British and European Christmas desserts. Some of the British Christmas treats included Christmas cake, mince pies, and Scottish shortbread. Some of the European Christmas specialities included Christstollen from Germany, panettone from Italy, and Bolo Rei, or King's Cake, from Portugal. But what delighted Jenny the most was the silver plate of Taffy, a traditional Welsh sweet made from sugar, butter, and black treacle. The passengers eagerly awaited Mrs. Santa Claus's arrival and were never disappointed. She always had a smile on her face and a kind word for everyone.
The guard followed her, his silver pocket watch swinging like a pendulum. "Ladies and gentlemen", he announced, "we approach the Midnight Bell. When it tolls, we'll cross into the land of magic and wonder."
Jenny's heart skipped. The train slowed, and the air hummed with anticipation. Then, from the snow-covered forest below came the chime – a single, resonant note that echoed through the air. The landscape was transformed, the everyday giving way to enchantment. Snowflakes danced, and the trees whispered ancient tales.
The 'North Pole Express' was a magical train that flew up through and above the snow-filled clouds. It was decorated with twinkling coloured lights inside and out, and the interior of its coaches was adorned with colourful Christmas decorations, including bright red holly and shiny green ivy. As Jenny and Teddy gazed out the window, they saw a breathtaking view of the snow-covered landscape passing below under a now clear starlit sky. They saw snowmen, reindeer, and even some polar bears as the train neared its destination. It was a magical journey that Jenny and Teddy would never forget. As the train began to descend gently, they saw the glittering lights of the North Pole appear in the distance.
The train had arrived in a realm untouched by ordinary clocks. Here, the snow sparkled like crushed diamonds. After the train halted, billowing clouds of steam, the guard helped Jenny climb down from the 'Pullman' onto the platform. The North Pole stood before them; a glittering spire of ice crowned with auroras. Elves scurried about their tasks. Their laughter tinkled like icicles. Jenny caught snippets of their conversations:
"The children at Trevelver Castle will be delighted!"
"Did you polish the silver bells?"
"Remember to sprinkle extra stardust on the presents!"
And there stood Santa Claus himself, a figure of joy and ancient wisdom who warmly greeted each of the passengers. Santa approached, his eyes kind. "Jenny", he said, "you've journeyed well. For your unwavering belief, I grant you the First Gift of Christmas."
He placed a silver bell in her gloved hand – a bell that chimed with memories, hopes, and the promise of wonder. Teddy's stuffing quivered, and Jenny's eyes filled with tears.
Jenny had a wonderful time helping prepare for Christmas. First, she helped decorate the Christmas tree before Mrs. Claus took her into the enormous kitchen, where some elves were busy making Christmas treats. Jenny helped them make gingerbread houses and then helped Mrs. Claus and the elves make hot cocoa and gingerbread cookies for all the passengers. The home was filled with the sweet aroma of baking gingerbread and steaming hot cocoa.
As Jenny enjoyed her refreshments, she learnt that Mrs. Santa Claus was a busy woman who helped Santa Claus in many ways and was someone he frequently turned to for advice. Mrs. Santa Claus fed the reindeer, read the notes from girls and boys, turned in the order for their toys, helped wrap the gifts and pack the sleigh, and kept Santa's red suit looking nice. She also gave the brownies that the elves made in the kitchen their delicious spices and filled every heart with wondrous joys.
Jenny's hot cocoa and delicious gingerbread cookies finished; it was time, Mrs. Claus said, with a broad smile, for her to meet Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer and his eight friends: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen. Standing in their warm, comfortable stable, Mrs. Santa Claus explained to Jenny how each of Santa's reindeer was named according to their unique personalities and abilities.
"Rudolph, the most famous reindeer of all, is named for his shiny red nose, which helps guide Santa's sleigh through foggy weather. While Rudolph is known for his nose and for leading the other reindeer, Dasher is named for her acceleration, Dancer for her grace, and Prancer for her elegance, Vixen is named for her beauty, Comet for his speed, Cupid for his affectionate nature, Donner for his strength, and Blitzen for his lightning-fast reflexes; Donner and Blitzen's names come from the Dutch words for 'thunder' and 'lightning'.
"As you can see, Jenny, both male and female reindeer have antlers, which are the largest and heaviest antlers of all living deer species. A male's antlers can be up to 51 inches long, while a female's antlers can reach 20 inches. This is different from most other deer species, where only the males have antlers."
After greeting each of the friendly reindeer, Jenny's guide stated that it was now time to take her to Santa's toy workshop, where the other passengers were being shown around in groups.
Jenny with Rudolph and Santa
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Santa Claus was waiting to show Jenny around. The vast workshop was filled with hardworking elves, all busily making toys and wrapping presents. It was a magical place filled with the sounds of hammering, sawing, and finishing. Its walls were lined with shelves stacked high with toys of all shapes and sizes. The elves worked tirelessly to create the perfect toys for children all around the world. They used their magical powers to make sure that every toy was made with love and care. Now they were making teddy bears, and they looked just like her Teddy!
Jenny then remembered how, when she was a little girl, after the death of her father in a mining accident and her young mother was very depressed, Santa Claus had visited her one Christmas Eve. She loved her teddy bear more than anything in the world, took him everywhere she went in her little rucksack, and told him all her secrets. Santa Claus saw how much Jenny loved her teddy and knew that he was special. So, that wonderful Christmas, he gave him a magical gift.
Santa Claus told Jenny that although her Teddy had been made with love and care by the elves and given to her when she was too young to remember, now he would come alive whenever Jenny needed him. The magic was a secret that only Jenny and her teddy knew about. Whenever Jenny was feeling sad or lonely, she should hold her teddy close and whisper the magic words that Santa had given her. And just like that, her teddy would come alive and keep her company.
Jenny's teddy was no longer a beloved toy but a true friend who would always be there for her. Together, they went on magical adventures and had the most wonderful times. And every Christmas Eve, when Santa Claus visited her again, he saw how happy Jenny was with her teddy. Santa would smile, knowing that he had given her the greatest gift of all – a friend for life.
The workshop was, Jenny was, Santa Claus explained, divided into different sections, each dedicated to a specific type of toy. For example, there was a section for dolls, one for toy cars, and another for board games. The elves worked together in teams to create the toys, and they took great pride in their work. They were, Santa Claus explained, always looking for ways to improve their designs and make the toys even better.
In the centre of the workshop, raised on a wooden platform, high off the ground so that he could oversee the whole area, stood Santa's beautifully decorated desk, where he kept track of all the toys that needed to be made. He checked his naughty or nice list twice to make sure that every good child got the perfect gift. Santa was always available to answer questions and offer advice to the elves. Jenny saw that he was a kind and patient boss who loved his work and his employees. Truly, she thought, Santa's workshop was a magical place where dreams come true, where hard work and creativity are celebrated, and the spirit of Christmas is alive all year round.
Father Christmas and his elves worked tirelessly to ensure that every present was wrapped and ready for delivery. The elves sang Christmas carols, and Father Christmas told them entertaining stories of Christmases past. Jenny was very happy as, with the help of the elves, she helped wrap and organise the presents for Trevelver Castle before they loaded them into the specially decorated red and green railway goods van, ready for the train to set off on its magical journey back to North Cornwall.
All too soon, it was time to leave the North Pole. Santa was very impressed with Jenny's cheerful hard work and thanked her for all her help. Before the visitors left to board the waiting train, Santa gave Jenny and Teddy a special gift to remember their magical journey on the 'North Pole Express'. It was a beautiful snow globe that contained a miniature replica of the train they had travelled on. The snow globe sparkled with glittering snow and shimmered with the colours of the rainbow. Every time Jenny shook the snow globe, they were transported back to the magical journey they had taken to the North Pole. They could see the twinkling lights of the train, Santa Claus and Mrs. Santa Claus, the friendly elves, and the breathtaking view of the snow-covered landscape below. It was a gift that they would treasure forever.
Santa's eyes crinkled as he bid Jenny and Teddy farewell.
"Remember," he said, "you're no longer just a girl with her beloved teddy bear. You're growing up, but you'll never outgrow Teddy. Keep the magic in your heart. Growing older doesn't mean leaving behind childhood enchantment. My gift to you both is silent communication, which goes beyond words and reminds you that the magic of Christmas is real."
[As I have to leave VERY early tomorrow, I'm posting tomorrow morning's episode now.]
In her reserved seat in the 'Pullman' car, Jenny, again, felt a sense of wonder and excitement as the 'North Pole Express' rose into the crystal-clear night sky. She knew that she had experienced something truly magical. Looking down at the twinkling lights below, she knew she would never forget her journey to the North Pole and back. The locomotive's wheels sang of homecoming. Jenny clutched the silver bell Santa had given her, its chime still echoing in her heart. Teddy nestled beside her, his threadbare fur warmed by the magic of Christmas.
The North Pole, with its spire of ice and crowning auroras, faded away. Now, their journey led them southward toward familiar landscapes. Jenny hummed the 'Song of the Earth' as the train steamed over enchanted forests. The locomotive's wheels joined her, a chorus of steam and steel. Teddy sent happy thoughts, and the silver bell gently chimed in harmony.
When the train's guard arrived to check Jenny's return ticket and seat reservation card, she asked him: "What powers the train's engine?"
"It's no ordinary steam locomotive, Miss Davies. It is not fuelled by coal or wood but by something far more wondrous, fire elementals – ancient beings born from the heart of fire. They dance within the locomotive's firebox, their fiery forms casting shadows on its walls. They are bound to the train by ancient pacts, drawn to its purpose – the delivery of dreams and wonder. Like all steam engines, it has a boiler, but not just any boiler. Oh no, my dear. It is full of magical water collected from hidden springs at the heart of the world."
"Magic water?"
"Yes, Miss Davies", the guard said, his voice hushed. "When the fire elementals stir, they change this water with their magic. It becomes living steam, tireless and determined. It drives the pistons that propel the locomotive's wheels, carrying its passengers to places where reality and imagination connect."
Jenny imagined those hidden springs – their silver waters shimmering with moonlight, touched by ancient magic.
"Listen", the guard said with a broad grin. "Can you hear it? The locomotive's heartbeat – the rhythm of fire and water."
And indeed, Jenny and Teddy did. The locomotive was singing as its wheels turned. It was more than a train; it was a promise—a promise that every journey carried wonder, every whistle sang of adventure.
"Remember, Miss Davies", the guard said, "when you board the 'North Pole Express', you're not just a passenger. You're part of the enchantment. The fire elementals watch, their fiery eyes full of age-old stories. They've seen kingdoms rise and fall, wishes take flight, and hearts ignite."
"When you arrive at your destination, don't forget to thank the fire elementals. They thrive on gratitude."
"Thank you, Mr. Guard. I will."
"But before you go. Please tell me something about the fire elementals."
The guard sighed. "I'll do my best, Miss Davies. The Emberborn defy simple description. They shift between states – a flicker of flame, a wisp of smoke, or a searing ember. Their forms are fleeting, yet their presence burns with intensity. But now, if you'll excuse me, I've other passengers' tickets to check."
"Of course. Thank you!"
As the train's wheels turned, Jenny whispered her gratitude to the Emberborn, who danced within the fiery heart of its locomotive. In the locomotive's song, Jenny discovered her own melody of wonder, woven by magic and fuelled by elemental fire. She resolved to sing it in her high, clear voice to Enka Lou-Lou, a close friend of the 'Chelsea Girls'. Enka would be performing her No. 1 hit, "The Good Times To Come", at the Christmas Eve Party in Trevelver Castle.
Jenny would never forget the night she met Enka Lou Lou, the 'Queen of Hearts', at Trevelver Castle. Enka was a very striking, very tall Catalan-Finnish teenage singer-songwriter. Her charisma, blonde hair, calm brown eyes and, above all, her amazing voice meant that everyone remembered her.
Enka's voice echoed in the ancient hall of the castle. "Tonight, we sing the 'Song of the Earth'. It connects us to this land and to each other." She looked at her fellow singer-musicians and said, "Welcome, Sofi de La Vega, welcome Susan Foreman." They all bowed to each other. Enka sat down and held her beloved Spanish acoustic guitar. Sofi had a similar one, while Susan played a big, clear flute with many shining buttons.
On the little round stage in the Great Hall sat three very young women who were very different from each other: Enka, with her mysterious power; Sofi, who tapped her heels with the rhythm of flamenco; and Susan, who was the granddaughter of the Doctor. They were supported by a group of singers who stood below them in a half-circle.
It was Jenny and her friends: Sylvia Trevelver, Belinda Anderson, Suzi Williams, Monique Gournay, Amanda Morgan, and Angela Evans, who stood in that semi-circle. They joined their voices in the words of the chorus, a beautiful blend of sounds from different places and times. Their harmonies added to the majestic melody of the 'Song of the Earth', a song that remembered all the living things on the planet and the bond that united them.
Enka and Sofi played their guitars with grace and skill. Their notes mixed and matched, creating a lively contrast. Susan added her own tunes with her clear, flute-like device. She pressed the buttons with amazing speed, making complex melodies that wove in, around, above, and below the guitarists' melodies.
Jenny could never forget how her friend, Angela Evans, had risked her life for her friends that night so that the 'Song of the Earth' could be completed. Jenny would always remember how Angela's eyes had opened wide as if seeing something beyond this world. Jenny had acted on impulse, grabbing Angela's hand, holding her steady, and willing her back to them.
"Angela", she had called to her, "stay with us".
Long afterwards, Angela told them how she had felt the power rising to a climax as they sang the final part of the 'Song of the Earth'. Enabling that power was the only thing that could protect them from the evil that threatened them. She sang with all her heart. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, but she kept going. She gave everything she had so that her friends could finish the song until there was nothing left.
When Angela returned to consciousness, it was, her friends declared, truly a Christmas miracle.
The 'Song of the Earth' was no ordinary piece of music – it had vibrated through the castle stones as the air shimmered with unseen magic. Along with her friends, Jenny, her cheeks flushed, had repeatedly chanted the chorus they had carefully learned. As they sang, faces appeared in the shadows – the ghosts of long-ago lords and ladies, knights and squires, jesters, and serving folk, their smiles a silent applause.
But, when the final note of the song faded, Angela had crumpled, her life force drained. The path to recovery stretched ahead – a journey measured in weeks. She teetered on the edge of existence, her essence fragile, threads of reality slipping through her grasp.
Jenny, faithful and determined, had reached across that dangerous divide. She had tugged Angela back from the brink, bridging the gap between life and the vast unknown. And when Angela's consciousness finally returned, her first whispered words carried immense gratitude: "Thank you, Jenny, for pulling me back from the void, for allowing me to live again." Jenny's eyes sparkled with tears.
Teddy's eyes shone like stars as he leaned toward Jenny. "Yes", he exclaimed, "it was you. Your unwavering determination pulled Angela back from the edge. It was you who brought her back so that she could receive intensive care in the TARDIS Sick Bay, where the threads of life were delicately woven together. And that", he continued, chuckling, "is how you were given the extraordinary task of delivering Christmas magic – a specially decorated railway van brimming with gifts – to Trevelver Castle. And so here we are, my friend, enjoying our very own Christmas adventure!"
"What, Teddy? Now you can speak to me without me needing to do anything?"
"Yes", her teddy bear replied. "This is another special gift from Santa Claus, Jenny. You're no longer a girl who can carry her teddy bear with her wherever she goes. You're becoming a young woman and a very special one at that, even if I say so", he chuckled. "So now, we can communicate silently, no matter where we happen to be. No matter how far apart, our bond remains unbroken. In your heart, you'll always be that little girl who believes in the magic of Christmas. But now, you can carry me in your heart, too."
That autumn night in Trevelver Castle would remain in Jenny's memory forever. The 'Song of the Earth' tied the land and all that lived on it together. The seven friends had been more than voices singing in beautiful harmony; they had been a chorus singing of the love and laughter, the tears, the hopes, and fears of generations past, present, and to come. For on that special night, they had sung for all who had ever called the castle and the lands around it home.
Jenny knew that the song of the 'North Pole Express' that she now carried in her heart was no 'Song of the Earth', but it was no ordinary melody either; it was woven from Christmas magic. Enka, with her keen ear, would recognize its rhythmic power.
'North Pole Express'
(Verse 1)
"All aboard! All aboard! Tickets, please!
Welcome to the ride that will never cease,
Flying over mountains and through snow bright white,
Ride for free with us on this special night.
(Chorus)
That's the way North Pole Express progresses,
Its journey filled with its passengers' successes!
Woo woo, the whistle blows; hear the locomotive sing,
Clang clang, the bell rings; oh, the joy it brings!
(Verse 2)
Warm, comfy seats, lots to eat, my, what a treat,
A train with a view that just can't be beat,
But it's never advertised. Our secret transport of delight,
Will keep steaming until it's time for us to alight.
(Chorus)
That's the way North Pole Express progresses,
Travelling to magical addresses,
See its lights gleam through the snow, my dear,
Soon, we'll see the North Pole crystal clear.
(Bridge)
"Penguins? They waddle, slide, and bend,
In their icy world below, my little friend,
Don't worry, we're right on time, no need to stress,
On the North Pole Express, a sweet dream's caress.
(Chorus)
Woo woo, the whistle sings its tune,
Clang, clang, the bell, oh, how it booms,
Laughing all the way, join us, be our guests,
In the carriages of the North Pole Express,
Across the sky, steaming through the night,
To Santa's Wonderland, oh, what a delight,
Over snow-kissed trees, to our destination,
On the North Pole Express, arriving at Santa's station."
As before, Mrs. Santa Claus regularly pushed a silver trolley laden with every passenger's favourite food and drink along the train, stopping at each passenger and making sure that everyone got their favourite seasonal treats.
Jenny sighed with happiness as she sipped her delicious hot chocolate drink. She could not imagine anything more perfect than this very special night.
Jenny and Teddy looked out in wonder as soon the 'North Pole Express' was speeding above the English countryside, leaving a trail of snowflakes in its wake. And then, like a comet streaking across the night sky, they arrived in Cornwall. As the train approached Cant Cove, Jenny's heart began to race. She knew that her friends and the children invited to the castle were counting on her to deliver their presents on time. The guard called out, "Final stop: Cant Cove station!"
As soon as the 'North Pole Express' had stopped in the station, to the great astonishment of its stationmaster, Keneder (Ken) Treskerby and his family, the elves loaded the red and green railway goods van onto a special sleigh pulled by all nine reindeer that had just arrived with Santa.
"Hello again, Jenny and Teddy!" called Santa with a broad grin. "Climb aboard, now! We're off to Trevelver Castle! Let's fly Rudolph, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen! Children are waiting!"
"Hello again, Jenny and Teddy!" called Santa with a broad grin. "Climb aboard, now! We're off to Trevelver Castle! Let's fly Rudolph, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen! Children are waiting!"
Very soon, the sleigh arrived at Trevelver Castle – a monument of stone filled with ages-old memories. The children were waiting outside, bundled up in their warmest coats and hats. Father Christmas and his elves jumped out of the sleigh, unloaded the red and green railway goods van, opened its doors, and began distributing the presents. The children's faces lit up with joy as they were handed their gifts.
The Red and Green Railway Goods Van stands in the snow
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Jenny watched in delight as Father Christmas and his elves worked their magic before returning to the sleigh and back to the North Pole. She felt very grateful for being able to be a part of such a special moment. As the children played with their new toys inside the castle's Great Hall, where a log fire burned warmly, Jenny knew that she had made a difference in their lives.
Father Christmas on his sleigh pulled by his nine reindeer on their return journey to the North Pole.
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It is December 24th, 1962. There are always two Christmas Eve parties held in Trevelver Castle's Great Hall. The first, from 3 to 6 pm, is for the local children. It is organised by Huw Jenkins, the Head Butler, and his wife, Gwendolyn, the Housekeeper, with the help of Sylvia's beloved old Cornish widowed nanny, 'Nursie', Widow Curnow. Castle staff and the Chelsea Girls, all dressed in Christmas costumes, are the eager helpers. The clowns, jugglers, magicians, and musicians are all enthusiastic, skilful local amateurs known to the organisers.
Outside the ancient stone walls of Trevelver Castle, snowflakes pirouetted in the wintry air. Within the castle's Great Hall, magic unfurled—a place filled with delights for the local children, their eyes wide with anticipation. Candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow on their rosy cheeks.
The hall was adorned with fir garlands entwined with crimson ribbons bearing silver bells which sparkled in the reflected candlelight. The scent of freshly cut pine filled the room. Brightly painted giant wooden nutcrackers stood guard by the entrance, their wooden jaws grinning in perpetual cheer. Twinkling lights danced like captured stars, illuminating ancient tapestries hung on the stone walls. A giant yule log of oak, symbolising the strength and wisdom of the mighty, crackled in the grand carved stone fireplace; its warmth filling the hall.
Laughing happily, the ten 'Chelsea Girls' moved among the children, dressed as festive fairies, giving each child a Christmas cracker to pull. Their costumes shimmered blue, gold, green, red, and silver, and delicate silver tinsel wings sprung from their shoulders. Clowns and jugglers with brightly painted faces beamed as they made the children laugh and gasp as they twirled ribbons and tossed colourful balls. Musicians—fiddlers and pipers—played merry tunes from the minstrels' gallery above, inviting toes to tap.
Games and laughter filled the air. Blindfolded children spun, giggling, aiming for Rudolph's elusive tail in the 'Pin the Tail on the Reindeer' game. Little legs hopped across the stone floor toward the finish line in sack races, sacks moving like miniature sails. In the storytelling corner, 'Nursie' sat on an old wooden chair, weaving tales of Cornish legends and winter magic.
Nursie seated in her storytelling chair.
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And what a feast was served! There were sturdy bright red china mugs with gold trim bearing a silhouette of the castle etched in gold, filled with warming mulled apple juice fragrant with cinnamon and cloves. Supervised by the kitchen staff, there were matching red and gold plates of gingerbread men, each child helped to decorate their own with dark currant eyes, white icing buttons and smiles. Giant plates of sticky treacle tarts, in the best Cornish tradition, lined the centre of the trestle tables along with miniature mince pies full of spiced fruit encased in delicate pastry, dusted with powdered sugar. For more adult tastes, there were matching cheese plates filled with Caerphilly, Cheddar, and Double Gloucester, along with local cheeses, Cornish Blue and Yarg, paired with a selection of savoury biscuits, slices of freshly cut crisp apple, and tangy pickles. And, served in the bright red china mugs, seemingly endless quantities of hot chocolate, frothy and topped with whipped Cornish cream.
The bright red china mugs with gold trim bearing a silhouette of the castle etched in gold designed by Eli.
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But the greatest individual care lay in the stockings hung by the mighty central fireplace with each child's name stitched with care. Each now filled with surprises and a touch of Christmas enchantment according to a carefully compiled list made by 'Nursie' after speaking with their mothers.
As the sun dipped low on the horizon, the castle staff prepared for the Snowfall Surprise. At precisely 4:15 pm, they released a flurry of paper snowflakes from sacks hung on the shadowy rafters. The delicate cutouts twirled and spun, catching the fading light through the hall's lofty windows. The children gasped; their faces upturned as if trying to catch the falling snowflakes on their tongues.
Then, outside the ancient castle, Christmas arrived with a flourish. The air was crisp, and snow was still falling steadily. Alerted by a trumpeter sounding from a corner tower, the children, once more bundled in their woollen scarves and mittens, were led outside the grand hall, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Outside, Santa Claus, a portly man in crimson robes, together with some of his elves, jumped out of the sleigh pulled by nine reindeer and unloaded a red and green railway goods van, opened its doors, and began distributing the presents it contained. The children's faces lit up with joy as they were handed their gifts. Santa's booming laughter echoed off the castle walls as he moved among the little ones, handing out small parcels wrapped in glistening paper. Each gift held a secret, the child's desire—a wonder that danced in the eyes of the recipients.
Then, returning to the Great Hall, the carols and laughter began. Voices joined in harmony, echoing off the ancient stones. The old carols, sung for generations, filled the room like a warm embrace. The adults and children sang with full-throated abandon, their breath visible in the air furthest from the hearth's warmth.
Then more magic unfolded in the corner, where the Punch and Judy Show came alive—the puppets dancing, bickering, and tumbling in exaggerated delight. The children, now seated on a semi-circle of wooden benches moved from the tables, leaned forward, their laughter ringing out. Judy's high-pitched voice and Punch's clumsy antics filled the hall, erasing any lingering worries or cares.
Within the centuries-old walls, laughter rang out. Then, as the musicians took up their tunes again, children twirled, their eyes alight with wonder, while the laughing adults danced alongside them. Together, they feasted and drank, their bodies warmed by the yule log burning in the flickering hearth.
Belief hung in the air. Child and adult alike, they believed in the enchantment of the season—the hushed secrets shared in whispers, the promise of miracles carried in the frost-kissed air. Their memories, etched like delicate frost on windowpanes, would remain long after the last snowflake had melted. And as the chill winter night settled, the castle itself held its breath, holding their dreams close—a trace of magic in every ancient stone.
Everyone agreed that Jenny, in her unique costume, looked the best.
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But Sylvia was the most exuberant.
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The rest of the Trevelver Castle Christmas events are continued in a new An Eventful Christmas at Trevelver Castle thread in General.