The pub is back in business

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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

Comments

  1. The Red Bladder12 January 2012 at 10:11

    Hope it all goes well and that the new couple(?) fit into a village quickly and well.

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  2. katie eggeman12 January 2012 at 15:15

    I had to look up ley lines, very interesting. I learn a lot from your posts. Good luck to the new pub.

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  3. Reena12 January 2012 at 15:28

    Just discovered you and look forward to my visits!

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