Fogarty

Chris Bulteel

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On one seemingly innocent day around the turn of the millennium, Sir Alisdair Maddy McGlynn, a poor Scottish Laird, decides to go fishing on his faithful boat, 'Kingfisher'. Little does he know that one decision will change his life for good. Caught in a massive storm off the north west coast of Scotland, Sir Maddy's boat is hit by both a tornado and a huge waterspout. Knocked out, he's transported on the top of the waterspout to a new land he soon learns is called Erehwon. With his boat beyond repair, Sir Maddy starts to explore his new surroundings, little realising that he's being watched by hundreds of pairs of eyes. What he finds astounds him - more wealth than he could have dreamed of in the form of precious metals and stones. But the owners of the find might prove an even more amazing, and more dangerous, secret...

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• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 13 janvier 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781800468320
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 5 Mo

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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This book is dedicated to the child in all of us, whatever age, from one to one hundred years old. It is especially dedicated to my own children, Sarah and Peter, and to my grandchildren, Ellie, Freya, Poppie and Lilly-Rose, who have all been my inspiration. To my beloved and long-suffering wife, Angela, who has given me so much love, support and understanding over so many years. Finally, to S. Kaye Watson for the skill and imagination in the artwork, which brings this tale to life. I couldn’t leave out the most important character, Sir Alisdair Maddy McGlynn, who related this tale to me.

An account of the first adventure of Sir Alisdair Maddy McGlynn.
Illustrations
1. Frontispiece. Fogarty
2. Shipwrecked on Erehwon
3. Prints in the sand!
4. Sir Maddy watches the dragon party
5. Dragon Cufflem
6. Dr Medibob
7. Bussby
8. A new baby dragon arrives
9. Percy
10. A baby asleep
11. A crash landing
12. Amanuensis
13. Their Royal Greatness’s
14. Fogarty
15. Sir Maddy
16. Speedy
17. Ruffly
18. Sulky
19. The Assembly assembles
20. Rescue from the squelchy bog
21. What to do next?
22. The bones brothers prepare
23. Plotters plotting
24. Burial ground
25. Royal pardon
26. Presentation day
Contents
Introduction

1. An Unexpected Encounter
2. The Storm
3. A Discovery
4. Sir Maddy Learns a Lesson
5. The World of Dragons
6. A New Arrival
7. A Humbling Experience
8. A Particularly Foggy Day
9. The Ceremony
10. Fogarty’s Early Years
11. Fogarty Finds A Friend
12. A Plot Is Hatched
13. Erehwon In Crisis
14. Sir Maddy Takes Control
15. A Peculiar Friendship
16. A Searching Situation
17. A State Of Confusion
18. Fogarty In Crisis
19. Old Pikey Takes Control
20. A Brave Rescue
21. A Celebration
22. The Laird Returns
23. A Mystery




Who is Fogarty?

What is the mystery
within these pages?

Read on and enjoy!
Introduction
As I tread the inexorable path of life towards my twilight years, I find that I have much time to reflect on my life thus far. I have led a very active and memorable life and experienced many ups and downs. Thankfully the ups have far exceeded the downs, but I have learnt to accept whatever comes my way with stoicism and understanding.
However, I don’t intend to relate my life story here. That is something for another time. I will, however, hint that the following pages contain characters that perfectly match those that I have had the good, or bad, fortune to encounter during my short existence thus far. I say good, because those encounters are memorable and have enriched my life. The bad ones are a useful reminder that no one is perfect and they remind us to steer clear of the wrong path in life.
Through the various and different phases of my life I have had the wonderful opportunity to meet very many people from every level of our society. What is certain is that whoever I have met, under some of the most extraordinary circumstances, whatever their status in life, they are all part of the same, worldwide community.
I have come across folk from the varied spectrum of human existence, from poor, helpless, homeless souls to the highest reaches of our royal family. I have met many of the humblest amongst us to multi-millionaires, parish councillors to senior government ministers, and from labourers to the heads of industry. I have also met many from academia and just as many with learning difficulties, not forgetting people from almost every race, tradition and religion.
It is said that there are seven deadly sins. To counter these there are also seven heavenly virtues. I won’t relate them all but would ask the reader to try to observe that all of them appear in some form in the following pages. It is also useful to look for the characters that display these traits, as they all mirror those whose paths I have crossed during my life.
Take, for example, one of my past bosses, who ruled by bullying, or a charming fellow who was obsessed and lived for methods of transportation, particularly buses. Then there was a very perceptive teacher of English that I remember. His father was a philosopher and historian. Also, not to be missed were the local policeman, the council secretary, an arrogant model and one who lusted after power. I couldn’t forget the beautiful lady who went about life in a meticulous fashion and cared for everyone but herself. My work put me in touch with those who suffered various disabilities and others that suffered from life-threatening health issues.
Finally there were those whose greed threatened to put them in grave danger, coupled with those whose kindness lit up my world.
1
An Unexpected Encounter
‘Unbelievably fantastic’ and ‘anything is possible’ are sayings that I remember from my dad’s ‘words of wisdom’ that inspired me as a young lad. However, nothing had prepared me for an encounter I had in our local park some months before the new millennium.
It was as I was pondering the weird and wonderful things that I had witnessed in my brief span of fifty incredible years, that my thinking came to an abrupt halt. My thoughts had arrived at the spring of 1999, when I had taken a walk in the park and was enjoying the fresh new green of the horse-chestnut trees and the sweet smell of freshly mown grass. I sat on a bench by the lake and was literally drinking in the atmosphere. After the long, cruel winter, I thought I must have finally arrived in paradise.
I was so engrossed that I was startled when, out of thin air, I heard someone say in a broad Scottish accent, “Have you ever seen a dragon, laddie?”
Surprised, I turned to my left to find that a very strange man had joined me. He was dressed from head to ankle in faded red tartan, from his tam-o’-shanter to his cape and onwards to his tight-fitting breeches. He wore brilliant white spats, fastened by thick golden buckles and carried a long, crooked walking stick, which sported a ram’s horn handle. Everything seemed to be fastened by brilliant buttons formed from precious metals and stones.
His weathered, wrinkled face resembled a large prune, the skin of which had hardened to the likeness of a walnut. His lips were thin, his nose very, very long and exceptionally pointed. He had massive owl-like eyebrows, and his eyes were so large, blue, bright and beautiful that it appeared that they had somehow been surgically transplanted into his hugely ugly face. He wore a large, solid gold ring, encrusted with precious stones on the small, chubby finger of his left hand. His whole countenance was strangely striking and compelling, yet rather frightening.
I had to know more of this stranger. In order to keep him there and continue this conversation, I replied, “Course I have! Loads of ’em! Seen them in fairy-tale books when I was a boy, in history books when I was studying Saint George and in loads of films. Dragons are all over the place. Quite commonplace, really. Green monsters with trident tails and forked tongues, loads of scales on their skin, pointy bits down their backs and claws on their feet, and they breathe fire from their nostrils. Fearsome beasts, really; wouldn’t care to meet one right now!”
“You d’ n’ ken what I’m asking you, laddie. I mean, have you ever seen a rreeaal dragon? Because I have, and I’ll tell you, they’re not quite what you think.”
He then related to me the strangest tale that I have ever heard: a tale of hidden lands, dark forests, erupting volcanoes, bleak skies, fast-flowing rivers, cascading waterfalls and, of course, dragons. He told me of a time when he had been alone on his fishing boat off the north-west coast of Scotland where he had been caught up in the most violent storm he had ever experienced. His boat had been struck by a tremendous tornado, plucked from the sea on a massive waterspout and hurled many hundreds of miles away from his original course. He wasn’t sure of the direction but thought he must have been blown to the northeast. He had eventually landed on a bleak stony beach on a huge island that he called Erehwon. I pointed out to him that Erehwon seemed to be nowhere spelt backwards.
“I ken that, laddie,” he replied. “That’s because it was nowhere. It was there, all right, but after I got back to bonnie Scotland, Erehwon was nowhere to be seen on any charts, and no matter h