Why would you ever leave?

Oxton Mr. Brooklyn and I are standing at the bar in a pub in Blidworth Bottoms. We’ve hiked by a field of horses and made our way through a part of the Sherwood Forest. “Can we sit in the dining room?” I ask the bartender. “No. We’re full up,” she returns. Silence.  “Could we orderContinue reading “Why would you ever leave?”