Yours trulys regular watering hole, yon Mash Tun, has well and truly emerged now from the receding rubble...as viewed from my observation desk, and as seen central in the picture above. All the heaped rubble has been shoved over in front of the Lord Nelson blocking that pub from my view entirely...where once it was alllll tooo visible. The jiggers and diggers have been sweatily shovelling shoving and heaving all week and here we are... like that phoenix of folklore, the Mash Tun, she riseth from the rubble.
Just above said micropub as you climb towards the horizon is the spooky graveyard, as seen below here in the dead of night, when the ghouls and ghostly apparitions manifest themselves to all who stray there. I wouldn't walk by there at midnight even if, even if, even if you gave me a fiver!...so I wouldn't.
Wow! exciting new format.
