Swallows and Amazons Chapter XIV: Galumphing
From Mae Thinks
“The Swallows were back in real life…”
Enough of this escapist charcoal burning. Serious stuff is afoot, and it’s time to get real. Actually, this bit is hyper real: there’s an acknowledgement that this isn’t, in fact, virgin territory if the Amazons got there first. Next, we’ll work on how it wasn’t empty anyway if the natives / savages / tribal charcoal burning witches were there…
I really like the idea of galumphing: a kind of running gallop which sounds more like controlled falling than anything very deliberate. Having attempted it, however, I have to acknowledge that I am actually a bit of a coward, and can only really galumph if the ground is pretty much horizontal. Another dream shattered.