The bread was good, the stew better, and the ale surpassed them both.
I paid the landlord and enquired after rooms.
"We have no spare rooms, but you are welcome here to bed by the fire if you wish. Though little sleep may be had tonight, I fear."
He laughed heartily at the look of consternation on our faces.
"Forgive me, no, no, there's nothing to be concerned about. It is that tonight is the night of the dance."
"A dance!" my friends face lit up. I could tell what he was thinking.
Or rather who he was thinking about.
Christopher 4 months ago
Beautifully written, Drew. The writing style and descriptions invoke the writers of the early 20th century. Can't wait for more.
Drew Martyn 4 months ago
Excellent, thanks Christopher, that's what I'm after. I'm so pleased you're enjoying it :)
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
I’m really enjoying this too, Drew. When I read about no rooms, I wondered if an old joke about them having to bed down with his daughter was on its way. Pity I can’t remember the ending of the joke though...🤔
Drew Martyn 3 months ago
Yes, that rings a bell with me too, but like you I cant remember.
Glad you're enjoying it, Neville :)