Liz Stevens
@lizziekillin.bsky.social
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Swimmer, Cyclist, Crafter, Golfer, Curler, Drama Techie, Kayaker, lover of outdoors and avid reader.
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Hi George, you had better start looking for him then - good luck
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Wednesday October 11, 1854.

George Crump here and I'm only writing this because everything's gone really wrong.

The night before last, those thugs broke in and slaughtered Lady Geeson in her bed. Sir John blames Mr Bruff for his bad advice.

To cap it all Octavius has disappeared.
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lbflyawayhome.bsky.social
An observation test for you - for your inner 8 year-old

“The artist has hidden 12 things in this picture. How many can you find?”

Treasure magazine, 1964
Official answers coming soon

(Even if you don’t reply, could you please ‘like’ or share this one? 🙏)
Black-and-white picture of two children playing in woodland. Also in the picture, there are 12 hidden animals including an owl, a bat and a squirrel.
lizziekillin.bsky.social
That blew the cobwebs away - choppy 8C
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Tuesday October 10, 1854.

Brandram's Wharf: just after midnight.

The wash of waves against the timbers of the wharf; the air damp and heavy. I pen this as I await the escapees, though Sir John sent me out without a penny. Do I hear footsteps?

[a splash of blood marks the page as the entry ends]
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Monday October 9, 1854.

"Your former colleagues seem woefully ill informed." Sir John sniffed, rifled through a drawer, and tossed a poorly written note at me.

"You put us in clink," it read. "Bring us fifty quid to Brandram's Wharf this very night or we finish wot we started!"
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Confusingly, Octavius has a few different nicknames used by various groups of people.

Gooseberry (at work) on account of his bulging eyes.

Octopus (by the criminal fraternity) as a tribute to his ability as a pickpocket when strolling through a crowd.
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View from the not at all cold tub this morning. Water temperature 16°c
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Sunday October 8, 1854.

"Did Bertha have any leads?" asked George as we huddled against the rain under the church's meagre eaves. Everyone else had made a run for it.

"She reckons they're headed for the Highlands. The one who wasn't caught has a brother with a remote croft there."
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bit of a difference to the water temp in italy. 8C and gusty, but the sun came out.
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Saturday October 7, 1854.

I am perfectly happy using my underworld acquaintances to help me solve a case; I am perfectly unhappy to be ordered to do so!

Bertha was unequivocal. "They legged it," she said. "Wouldn't surprise me if they wasn't in Scotland by now. Another sherry, Octopus?"
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Friday October 6, 1854.

My employer Mr Bruff summoned me to his office.

"This is Sir John Geeson," he said as I entered. "I still act on behalf of his wife."

A greying gent with luxuriant whiskers eyed me disparagingly.

"Ignore his youth," said Mr Bruff. "Gooseberry's your man."
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Thursday October 5, 1854.

The three convicts (minus a fourth man who got clean away) were jailed for house breaking.

They'd been apprehended at gunpoint by the owner, Sir John Geeson, but not before his wife had been brutally struck down.

Lady Geeson remains in a coma to this day.
lizziekillin.bsky.social
Then buses back to Glasgow Airport. £50 excess on parking.
Route home flooded and blocked with trees so diversion through falling trees and floods. Got home at 3am exhausted.
At least we had power.!
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What a journey. It was all going so smooth until Storm Amy showed her face.
2 attempted landings at Glasgow then abort, finally got to Newcastle. Sat on the plane for over an hour. Then disembarked and stood in the airport for over an hour. .... 1 of 2
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Wednesday October 4, 1854.

"They got details here of the crime those escaped prisoners were tried for." George flicked his newspaper to straighten it.

"Don't tell me," said I. "Whatever it was, there was a fourth man involved, who managed to get clean away."

George's jaw dropped.
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Tuesday October 3, 1854.

On Saturday last, having toured the new meat market at Copenhagen Fields, I'd happened upon a man kneeling over a cage in the field at the north-eastern corner.

I heard the flurry of wings and saw two pigeons take to the sky, headed for Pentonville Prison.
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Monday October 2, 1854.

George and I were seated in our office, each trying to tempt Mr Tibbles from his box, when one of the junior clerks burst in with the news: three prisoners had escaped from Pentonville Prison on the Caledonian Road.

Oddly the pigeons I'd seen nearby sprung to mind.
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Sunday October 1, 1854.

To church in Camden; the sermon was boring.

Afterwards I told George what I'd seen yesterday: "They've taken the fields and sectioned them off, and built brick abattoirs everywhere."

I don't know why, but I didn't mention the man I'd seen with the pigeons.
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This evening’s concert is in Bernkastel-Kues, Germany - a picturesque town on the banks of the Moselle.
The church of St Briktius houses a large and powerful instrument complete with an impressive set of horizontal trumpets.
Music from Germany, England and France…

www.pfarrei.de/veranstaltun...
lizziekillin.bsky.social
Morning swim 24C. Will miss this warmth
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Saturday September 30, 1854.

After eating a leisurely breakfast I considered what to do with my day.

Since it wasn't raining, I took a stroll up the Caledonian Road to see what progress had been made at Copenhagen Fields, the site where London's new meat market will go.
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I had tears in my eyes. The politicians need to read this xx
lizziekillin.bsky.social
Woo hoo. Well done Sir 💎💎