The message XFMail.050219235238.Ted.Harding@nessie.mcc.ac.uk from (Ted Harding) Ted.Harding@nessie.mcc.ac.uk contains these words:
On 19-Feb-05 Anthony Anson wrote:
Ah. You've won me over. Even if I'm only there in spirit, I'll be in the Reindeer supping Black Dog.
Unfortunately, lack of income rules out a car, and the last bus home leaves *MUCH* too early.
Where's "home", then?
Bunwell.
For those who don't know the terrain, Bunwell nestles beneath the majestic massif of Mt. Bunwell.
Close by is the Tas Gorge, whose colonnaded confines constrict the mysterious inky depths of the River Tas as the waters tumble from placid and unfathomable pools into raging torrents of tumbling eddies and treacherous whirlpools on their irresistible journey to the Great North Sea.
Here, Sharon plies her ancient craft, and the Terrible Troll of Tacolneston, titled thus for its alliterative allure, dines daily on unwary travellers who cross the water by the Forncett Ford.
Otherwise, it's Normal for Norfolk.