I’m currently sat in a pub in Beccles. It’s called The Three Horseshoes. I’ve never heard of Beccles, have you? I’ve got a table for one, with Rupert on my lap. I’ve got a white wine spritzer on the go and the local scampi has been ordered. Out the front of the pub the wooden seating is nowhere to be seen as people of all…
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