I’m an Inglenook Sprite, Apparently.

Hiding in the Fireplace

Back in July, in a mischievous mood, I posted this photo of myself and The Yorkshireman sat in the fireplace of the King Arthur. We were watching a very grumpy Lancastrian playing pool and I can’t remember what music they were playing, but it was probably terrible and definitely too bloody loud. I thought I was hidden away in there, but curiously everyone passing stopped for a chat. I ended up wearing my gin and tonic after someone lent in for a hug and knocked it off th...