“Here you are, sir. The bread you ordered, all ready to go.” The miller said to John, the owner of the Hangman’s Noose. “Thank you,” John said as he picked up the bread and went back to his car. John always felt daunted whenever he set foot in Lower Slaughter, which was far more exclusiveContinue reading “A Tale of Four Villages-With-Gruesome-Sounding-Names-But-Are-Actually-Quite-Nice-Really”
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The Monolith in the Highlands
See also The Monolith in the Graveyard All was peaceful in the Scottish Highlands. The birds sang, the Highland Cattle mooed, the Stags walked around merrily, and the Proclaimers blared out from speakers at the top of Glasgow Castle. “It‘s good to be home,” native Scot Jo Whitley said as she walked up to theContinue reading “The Monolith in the Highlands”
The Robinsonverse 