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milliways_bar2005-10-02 09:55 pm
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Flora Poste looks around the bar with some confusion. She had walked into Beershorn Halt today to spend a quiet hour or so in the Tea Shoppe, write another page or two of her immortal novel, and escape for a time the gloom of Cold Comfort Farm.
This is obviously not the Tea Shoppe, though she was certain she had indeed walked through its door. Beershorn Halt is a very small village—surely she could not have mixed up the buildings. Flora turns to leave, but takes another moment to look around.
What an extraordinary gathering. How is it that such a group of people came to be in rural Sussex? Granted, the Starkadders are odd, but the patrons of this establishment seem to be something else again. Flora remembers her objective to “live life, and collect material.” There is surely material aplenty here. So she cautiously takes a seat at an empty table.
This is obviously not the Tea Shoppe, though she was certain she had indeed walked through its door. Beershorn Halt is a very small village—surely she could not have mixed up the buildings. Flora turns to leave, but takes another moment to look around.
What an extraordinary gathering. How is it that such a group of people came to be in rural Sussex? Granted, the Starkadders are odd, but the patrons of this establishment seem to be something else again. Flora remembers her objective to “live life, and collect material.” There is surely material aplenty here. So she cautiously takes a seat at an empty table.