The Wilden Marsh Blog


“I remember very well, Grinmleck,” Vogle answered, menacingly. Vogle calls me Grinmleck, but I am not yet able to translate the meaning of the word. “The night was warm and dry. I decided to leave the party after a few hours, rather than spend the whole night at the Bogler’s,” recalled Vogle.” The Boglers are well-known for their hospitality, their wild parties, and the very strong ‘blow your brains out’ apple and… Read More

(Click on images to enlarge) Children and grown-ups of a certain disposition: These are the tales of Grinygrowlers, Rumblows, Long Tall Grinners, Boglers, Munties and many other creatures that wander the marsh by night and by day. These are tales told to me by Voglestrom Finkelstein, a five hundred-year-old goblin. I have sat huddled in front of Vogle, on cold dark damp nights, for many hours listening to stories of his life… Read More

14th October 2011: Yesterday, at 13:45, on an industrial estate at the north end of the marsh, a huge explosion shook the ground. Clouds of thick black smoke rose into the air. Ten fire engines rushed to the site. How many ambulances were at the scene I don’t know, but there were many sirens heard over the next hour. Fortunately – unbelievably I thought – no one was injured. _more_details_and_photos/ It was… Read More