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A Bite From The Beast...

Norfolk.

60 Miles across.
42 Miles down (give or take, depending on who you're talking to.)

You might ha' thought that would ha' been a hard job to lose your way in it for more than fourteen year. And yet, that was one man's terrible fate. And Rowland was his name.

Always did come into my head, Rowland, as I linger there in the Barford Cock of a long winter's night, always found him gnawing on my thoughts like a water rat worrying at my moorings.

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In the Barford Cock, the evening custom was buzzin': but Rowland's booming tones was not amongst them. The air held a space where he'd once been.

A hiccup.

His green leather chair stood by the wood burner and the shadow of him still lingered in it. But nobody sat there.

The tones of the Barford dulcimer player floated in on the early evening breeze, blust, but as he flashed by the winder on that push bike o' his, he was like an angel: the instrument case strapped to his back, like wings.

"Ah, Rowland... "

He warbled. Always the same refrain...

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Illustration, Cate Agnew.  Copyright claimed.


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