The pub sign depicted Richard Green, clasping a long bow - I remembered his pencil moustache -
I had my first Chinese in Corbridge that evening - I thought I was in Shoreditch -
Pristine cars were parked outside severe stone cottages - in one shop, I saw a beautiful pale blue shirt -
Next day, the taxi driver told us Alan Davies lived in the village -
Cherubs blew trumpets on the gravestones in the churchyard - there was memorial tablet in the church to the quarter master of the Rifle Brigade -
An honourable man, he looked beyond the grave, and gave every assurance that he was a Christian -
I ate Mongolian Chicken in The Artisan - it was still light when we left the high ceilinged room -
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July 7 2014
Corbridge
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