Millie Mead had an air of significant superiority about her. Sat before her was a woman of middle years, a tourist to the village of Fekenham Swarberry, who had ventured forth from Tadworth, Surrey seeking the rustic tranquillity that graced the oft-overlooked Dorset quietude. Millie’s joy at having a captive audience, one with whom she could …
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Outside a fine drizzle was coating plant, tree, grass and kerbside. Inside the Frog and Radiator, a fire burned warm and bright taking the chill out of the bone. The house was heaving as per usual with villagers, out of towners and even the odd tourist gathered within. Being odd was de rigeur in Fekenham. Oddness …
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