Very merry (HULL OR HIGH WATER concludes)
Another chapter comes to an end, and I am declaring it possibly my best Solver to date. Next up: CHRISTMAS SPECIAL, of course beginning in April, I know how to time these things just right. When you see the parade of pals returning for this glorious celebration of all things Saturnalian I am sure you will forgive my appalling time-keeping.
I love this cliffhanger.
Controversial opinion: crossing your fingers behind your back is a valid way of extricating oneself from a pinky swear.
As a kiwi, G*&%# will miss being down at the beach getting sunburnt and generally avoiding warm fires and woolen clothing
Although the intensive barrage during his childhood of Christmas media from the Northern hemisphere based on snow and Winter-related activity will have helped prepare him
A friend of mine in Melbourne once called me on Christmas Eve (there.) Said he was waiting for it to cool down below 40° before riding his motorcycle over to see his Mum. I did a little mental calculation and realized he wasn’t talking Fahrenheit. (40° F is fairly common here on a Christmas eve.)
“Tackleford? No, nothing exciting or unusual has EVER happened in Tackleford.”
They better pray that this Christmas will be enjoyed off-panel
Festive!
Reading these makes me want to dash to the window like Scrooge, so I can peer down for a likely urchin and yell “You there! What day is it?” And when they tell me it’s April 23rd I can say “So it’s not too late!” and then start throwing pecans at them til they go away.
That’s nuts!
I see a brunette mustachioed gentleman and my antennae go up…
Hmm. You think that might be a Graham pram?
He looks a bit like McGraw, except with more hair and less moustache.
Christmas in Tackleford is a gamble. It could be perfectly nice, or it could be something that makes Scrooge’s experiences in ‘A Christmas Carol’ seem nice and restful.
Tackleford’s version of a Christmas Carol is probably more like ‘A Christmas Carol Goes Wrong’ done by The Cornley Amateur Drama Society
Well at the very least it’s not Christmas in Tredregyn. In Tackleford, chances thst it’s the latter are about 50% while in Tredregyn, I’d say it’s more like 80%.
NOPE NOTHING SUPERNATURAL GOING ON IN TACKLE-FORD
NO MA’AM NEVER
This has been a wonderful story, start to finish.
I can’t help wondering about Claire in that last panel- is she just crossing her fingers to cover herself, in case there’s an unexpected life-changing event, or is there a life-changing event she’s actively planning to spring on our hapless Kiwi?
I believe he is lacking in not just hap, but also gorm
Gorm can’t be gormless! That’s a paradox!
Oh, wait, that’s why he fit in so well in Tackleford.
Dang, Claire’s hat bobble is HUGE.
Claire’s gloves with the cord! Squee!
Oh hohoho…What’s with the crossed fingers Clairey? Is that that a hope for no life changing events…Or maybe just one?
Lovely cliffhanger to a fun story. I’m personally hoping that no enormous holiday-themed bell or other boogin crashes the party, but it might be that this last chapter has used up all the “chill” and now we’re in for a classic Tackleford Problem™.