Well, Rochelle, today it is you who is the “Hostess with the Mostest” and you provide the Photograph too; some may be forgiven for assuming you’ve got a monopoly over this brilliant band of scribblers!
Its a good one, I’d say either Cotswolds, Yorkshire or Derbyshire if I had to guess, but i’ll leave it at that and get my thinking cap on. This one is a sleeper.
Here you go. I think the structure uses stone similar to buildings I see in the Stroud Valleys, it’s part of the Cotswolds really and there lies the thread!
Wee Willie Winkie, relocated to Nailsworth because of his reputation as the town soak; wildly shambling through the streets in his piss stained pyjamas, banging on doors and telling all and sundry it was 8pm; mostly it wasn’t.
The Free Trade town had patience for afternoon drinkers; people who didn’t get up until lunch were “Characters” and skipping through town in a silky kimono wasn’t unusual.
His new Arcadian Valley base was more suited to his erratic behaviours, walking past school at drop off to the off licence, he would wave to the parents, smoking weed in Tiger print Onesies.
Thats that then, 100 words exactly, I enjoyed that, eventually. I find myself fretting on Wednesday after checking out the picture, so far it seems to have come together!
Enjoy and thanks again Rochelle!
Disclaimer: Nailsworth is allegedly not at all like this…