The Gorse Fox stopped for lunch. Perched on a bench overlooking this old farm building he sat and munched through a pasty, and swigged from some bottled water. What he hadn't realised was that just round the corner was The Star and Garter gastropub. The trouble was that the local ales weren't calling loud enough.
Finishing lunch, GF strolled east for a few hundred yards before turning south across the fields and up into the woods.
this cottage was called "Becketts"
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