Griggling.

18/3/2018

Hello, my name is Vladimir, and I am a Logophile.
The English language is indeed a rich and beautiful one, however I have a particular affection for words not found in any dictionary, wonderful, colloquial words used in the many regions of these sceptered isles.
Being the latest in an ancient family endemic to the beautiful county of Somerset, it is natural that I have a particular interest in the dialect of this venerable Shire.
I would therefore like to share with you some of these little-known words. The first word in this new category of my personal blog page entitled, 'Logophilia,' is:

GRIGGLING.

'Griggling,' is a word used in Somerset to describe the act of gathering apples left on the trees after the main harvest has been picked.

Nemetona, Goddess of the sacred grove.

5 Comments

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23/3/2018 06:24:20

The person Vladimir is searching to find new and innovative words for the English language. It is really an innovative idea. I really appreciate this work. As in this post, he defines the word Giggling (collection of apples left on trees after the main harvest). We should also try such kinds of innovative activity.

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24/3/2018 15:07:27

Thank you for your kind comments, I am pleased you enjoyed this post.

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30/4/2018 08:18:53

It's such an interesting article. Hope you are able to contribute more words that were not found in any dictionary aside from Griggling. I appreciate it hope other people will feel the same way too. I can't wait to read your next article, I bet it will be as interesting as this one. I wish you to continue what you are doing in pursuit of unique language or dialect. Thank you so much!

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6/4/2018 18:37:23

Well, what a great one attractive art and different people are trying to copy and also draw with your skill. All the people have the different talent and also improve your skill with the passage of time while don't be disappointed during the working.

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31/5/2018 09:01:27

Such a amazing arts, showing true colors of that time.

Sometimes one simply needs to get away. My neighbours, amusing as they sometimes are often re- awaken in me certain ‘urges’. Urges which invariably concern the use of greased wooden poles.

Of course when I do have the opportunity to scamper off on a jolly jaunt, my ideal destination tends not to be ‘usual’.

I prefer charnel house to manor house, gin palace to Buckingham palace, Bran castle to Windsor castle, boneyard to botanic garden. You probably discern the pattern.

Therefore, fascinating as life on the strangest street in this sceptered isle may be, I thought readers might appreciate the occasional diversion further afield.

It is my intention to regale you with tales of my light-hearted cadaverous caperings into the weird, the macabre and the unusual around the UK and (sometimes) beyond.

Perhaps I may visit medieval buildings guarded by faithful gargoyles, graveyards and catacombs inhabited by the restless dead, extraordinary natural landscapes where pagan gods dwell, restaurants, pubs and hotels in unusual places, haunted by ancient denizens and hopefully run by mad chefs with mad ideas. I will not know until I get there. I can only say they will be places to replenish my essence and head off those pesky impaling urges.

Tread with me if you will, paths less well known.

The extracurricular adventures of Vlad and Ms Crockofshit

Griggling.

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