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| It was a cold wet afternooon when the two vagabonders came to Natland from over the rickety rackety bridge in Sedgwick, under the old canal, and finally found respite from the rain in our own Village Hall. By some kind chance they found a Romanian ballerina there who let them in and gave them the number for the chairman of the hall committee. Ray Richardson, for it was he, said 'Yes, dry off there, eat your sandwiches, and stage your show indoors, we won't ask for a fee.' |
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| By evening they were dry and happy and they told us true stories about Peil Island and how it comes to have a king, of how Tommy, a local pigeon, had become war time hero, of love in the dockyards of Barrow and of how the bubonic plague came to Dalton in Furness. They were really good. If you missed them, you may catch up with them as they progress, wheeling their trusty trunk around the Lakes. Try www.vagabonding.biz to track them down. |