Storytelling Hut design

Trad Rural Elf ArchitectureThere’s a magical showcase of traditional Elf Land Features nestling into a secret garden near you. It’s secret, so you may never find it, but the little people who built its features probably did part of their apprenticeship here at the HoBB.

We design habitats that the whole family (and elves) can enjoy. These can double-up as tool sheds, meditation dens, or as a low flying Pan once suggested, a story house for your Wendy Darling

The Elf features you can experience at the HoBB Gardens, are just about big enough for Little People, making them great places to entertain Peter Pan rather than Peter Griffin.

So when you feel the moment’s right
and there’s ‘magic in the air’,
create a secret garden place
and show an elf you care.

More feature examples …

Trad Rural Elf Architecture

See also:

Scale Models at the HoBB

       Elfland scenery


H & C my B-C

H.& C. my B-C!
(Hot and Cold my Ball-Cock!)

Hedradwall Cabbard raised his barrel
At the Suejuice Bird – in best apparel.
His flight or plight –  to West or East
Was ‘soar away’, or ‘die as feast’!

The shutters closed in and around.

Most fond peekers made no sound
but backed from blinds and thus could see
not what or how the end would be.

One shot was fired from rod of two
but missed and hit a stanky flue.

“My Ball-Cock”! shouted out a man
who chased as far as catch it can
but stopped on edge by rope stretched tight
his murmured “You”! issued at height.

“You’ll stop my Wind, you gunning fart,
get off my windcock shoo depart.
My balcony’s not made for rope
and old green flippered shooting blokes.”

The Suejuice Bird stood very still,
not wishing anybody ill,
reflecting on the second shot
from Cabbard’s gun
and the winded sot
who’s fate pre-packed by “let him be” –
was sheltered from sobriety!

(Grant 1996)

From our original site on geocities now archived at

Extra note from author:

And in this state of stanky poo, our characters exist for you. This site was simply meant to be, subfusc of tone and all for free! Indicative of what’s to be and relevant for you and me if staid beliefs perpetuate the stage-struck state of Earth’s stale mate.

This Earth just shouts “it was not me! You humans said you’d stop for tea; and in your gun-fun plop and goo you staled my aura and each dew. You’ll stop my Wind, my rain you’ll stain as you cause my structure pain. I will not say ‘get off – depart’  as you are still in need of ‘heart’ and whilst this lumpus base I keep, I’ll abide your wake and sleep. But trump I hold and I’ll elute the lot of you by ethered boot and send you on if you persist insensibly in human gist”.

This thought and illustrative view – a harbinger of present pooh.

Your actions now are in your hands, please help to make World’s Bestest Plans.