She was a brawny woman with a fearless northern laugh -
Yes she said - then it was owned by the Rington tea family - have you heard of a Rington tea? -
We shook our heads -
Soldiers used it during the wars - they used to parade around the Cross -
We were handed our heavy brass keys -
My room was reached by a long corridor, hung with engravings of huntsmen -
The sash window overlooked the quiet street -
The wardrobe was deep enough to touch Narnia -
I lay upon my bed in a nest of cushions -
The uneven floor creaked beneath my feet -
Downstairs, there were warm parlours and a bar scented by dark ales -
Two courtly Geordies sat in club chairs -
It's his knees one of them said, pointing to his friend - it'll take him hours to get out of that chair -
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Thursday 21 July 2016
Warkworth House Hotel
Warkworth
Northumbria
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