Author Archives: niffsoup

Two years ago, whilst researching the book ‘Upon a Tzorkly Moon’, I asked Matlock to take me to some places in Winchett Dale that I hadn’t visited before in order to gain a better insight into his majickal homelands. He … Continue reading →

It’s not often that I find myself getting annoyed with Matlock.  Vexed, yes. Confused, frequently.  But rarely do I find myself raising my voice.  However, the last few days have bought heavy winds and driving downpours, reminding of one of … Continue reading →

It becomes more difficult to visit Matlock in his crumlush cottage during winter, but the long journey is always worthwhile.  Last week, as the first snows fell, I set off for the Derbyshire Peaks and made my way slowly down … Continue reading →

Having been busy recently, I hadn’t had the chance to visit Matlock for three weeks, but took full advantage yesterday, finding him in his crumlush back-garden on his paws and knees, listening intently to a heavily complaining colley-rock. When it … Continue reading →

“This,” Matlock griffled, as we stood beneath a gnarled old tree at the very edge of the darkened forest, “is Ductora, Guardian of Wand Woods.” I looked at the face protruding from under the soft lantern light gently swinging from … Continue reading →

Sometimes, in a world fraught with obvious problems, seething change and restless attitudes – it’s hard to see how there’s room for such an innocous creature as a majickal-hare called Matlock and his whimsical world of Winchett Dale. Yet somehow … Continue reading →

Originally posted on The Hopeless Vendetta:
Conventional wisdom suggests the sight of a squadron of over 200 airborne witches roaring out of the fog on bright-red, burning vroffa-brooms might make for a most ‘twizzly’ sight. But as this is Hopeless…

Recently – for reasons only ever known to a green-robed, majickal-hare – Matlock decided to take me to see a creature called Thunkle who plies his trade as a ‘repairer of dudge whammets’ from a rickety wagon in Chiming Meadows, … Continue reading →

It’s not often I venture up Trefflepugga Path. And the only times I have done, it’s always been with Matlock the Hare. To do so alone would be sheer clottabussed folly. But on occasion he’ll lead me to the very … Continue reading →