The Ancient Ceremony at Knightlow

It was an icy cold November morning at 6:45 AM on the 11th, and twenty six men; twenty five representing their respective villages, the other being Sir Hugo Townsend, Duke of Knightlow, stood around a stone square in the middle of a misty field, waiting for the action to happen. They were here for theContinue reading “The Ancient Ceremony at Knightlow”

Conversations in the Hangman’s Noose

“It’s crazy, all these people in masks. You would have thought we were in the middle of a pandemic,” said one of the first few visitors to Lower Strangling to have a pint in the Hangman’s Noose since March. “Well, that’s because we are”, replied John, the publican, as he poured another pint of ThrockmortonContinue reading “Conversations in the Hangman’s Noose”