Legends in the landscape – Mock Beggar’s Hall

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


Unlike the day of our first trip to the Stride, the weather looked none too promising; it had rained solidly in the city. The journey back across the hills from the monthly meeting on the previous night had been accomplished at a crawl… thick fog had made driving very slow… and we were in no rush to go out to play the next morning. There were, however, one or two places we wanted to visit, starting with a pub that does a wicked line in sandwiches and chips, so it was almost lunchtime before we hit the road. Once through the bank of lingering fog, the weather cleared a little. We sat by the fire in the two hundred year old pub, warming our bones before heading out into the countryside.


We had been out to the Stride before and failed to find the cave we were looking for before…

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