Tag: Country tales
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The Goatherd
Martin’s hand rested on the capstones of the dry stone wall, and Jacintha’s hand covered it with gentle fingers. “It feels so special, here.” She said, her voice subdued almost to a whisper. “I just know we could be so happy, darling. This has to be our house!” Beside them an Agents’ ‘For Sale’ board…
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Of Canford Bluff
From those archives again! Don’t think us rude if we stare, stranger. We get so few who visit here, you see. Same weathered faces, same laboured jokes, but the beer’s good. Arthur, he knows how to keep a good cellar, don’t you, Arthur? Stay for a drink. We’ll entertain you. Hartwood Farm? Take the Brompton…
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