The village inn, Hollowmere
The Kettle
& Rain
You have come in on the 6:40, the last train up the line, and it was late. The landlady has banked up the fire and left one lamp burning.
The Kettle & Rain is the inn on the green at Hollowmere. It has low beams, an inglenook you can sit inside, a long-case clock in the passage and four rooms upstairs, one of which is yours.
There is a note chalked on the slate behind the bar. The bar itself is nearly empty: a few low voices in the snug, the odd glass. Outside it has been raining since Wenbourne.
Bramble, the station cat, ought to be at the Halt. Bramble is on the window sill instead, asleep, with Pip the robin on top. Neither of them will be explaining this.
- On the line
- Hollowmere Halt, five minutes’ walk
- Best in
- Rain, any month
- Fire
- Lit from October to April
- Last orders
- When the lamp goes out
Listen in
Steady rain on the village green, heard from indoors.
This hour at The Kettle & Rain is not yet sponsored. Put your name over the door.