To the Birch Hall Inn

It was a rare, bright day; so off for a stroll.

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Track of George Stephenson’s original railway up the valley of the Murk Esk..
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Then for a Black Sheep at the Birch Hall Inn.

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Into the bar to see the penny table.

Only had the one.

About Harry Nicholson

I once bred Beveren rabbits in all colours. Today, I'm an enameller who works with a kiln, fusing pictures in glass onto copper. On Amazon is my novel, 'Tom Fleck', set in the North of England of 1513 - the year of Flodden. A sequel to 'Tom Fleck' is 'The Black Caravel' published in 2016. My anthology of poems came out in 2015: 'Wandering About.' Recently I published memoirs of my time in the Merchant Navy: 'The Best of Days' and 'You'll See Wonders" I've a blog of poems, stories and art at:
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4 Responses to To the Birch Hall Inn

  1. vivinfrance says:

    Sounds like bliss. I thought you didn’t have a TV?

  2. And a sleep on the sofa afterwards – watching Time Team.

  3. Ivor Jones says:

    Yes Harry a pint of Sheep is very welcome after a long or short walk!!

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