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'm an enameller who works with a kiln, fusing pictures in glass onto copper. I write a few poems and short stories. There is an eBook anthology of them, 'Green Linnet' on Amazon. Also a 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.' I've a blog of poems, stories and art at: https://1513fusion.wordpress.com/
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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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