Here, via Andrew Hammel and other curious people.
After a damaging session in Tucker’s Grave at Radstock, an impossibly good pub, and the stumble back, a wonderful man in The Bell in Bath (one pound off beer this week in celebration of the first anniversary) taught me the ballad of the Lambton Worm in Somerset dialect.
But that still leaves me considerably short of whatever these people are up to. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
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