That communal poem did the trick. Within hours of tracking it down (it had been taken home by Mr Prayer's wife to be typed up), news has filtered through from the brewery that new tenants will be moving in during February.
So, hurrah, we're getting our pub back. Next mission? Re-opening the village shop.
Those energetic ley lines crossing The Enchanted Village square don't stay quiet for long.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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Hope it all goes well and that the new couple(?) fit into a village quickly and well.
I had to look up ley lines, very interesting. I learn a lot from your posts. Good luck to the new pub.
Just discovered you and look forward to my visits!
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