Loomings Over the Suet

Towering columns of suet are swaying in the background, yet Mrs Hambleton pays them no heed. She continues to pound the edge of Eric's neck with a renewed vigour. Outside, the first flecks of snow are falling on to the charred remains of the flagpole as Janet nervously skirts the perimeter fence. Sp [...]
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Towering columns of suet are swaying in the background, yet Mrs Hambleton pays them no heed. She continues to pound the edge of Eric's neck with a renewed vigour. Outside, the first flecks of snow are falling on to the charred remains of the flagpole as Janet nervously skirts the perimeter fence. Spring has returned once again to the Cotswolds.