Close encounters of the furred kind

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


Well, okay, that is stretching things a little. It was more wool and feathers than fur, but it is definitely an odd enough tale for the days before Halloween… It was the Saturday that we had met up with author Graeme Cumming and his partner and taken them up to the stone circle. Later, we would be meeting with Steve and his cousin for the celebration of the Hunter’s Moon at Langsett. Meanwhile, lunch seemed like a good idea, so we repaired to the ‘peacock pub‘ for refreshments.


The dozen or so peacocks and their hens were, as always, around the back of the pub. Occasionally one will wander out, but most of the time, if you didn’t know they were there, you would never suspect their presence. Also as always, I wandered around the back of the pub to say hello, vaguely aware that my conversation with…

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