Wills O’Nats I take to mean
William, son of Nathaniel although I
know nothing of it’s history, is a star in our CVB firmament, always with an outstanding welcome and hospitality. Our hosts, Joyce and Bob fortunately enjoy
our company as we enjoy theirs and after those cold winter days on the moors
from a meet at their pub there is a feast of delicious stew and dumplings
waiting – free!
So the Colne Valley Beagles
had a Harvest Home at the ‘Wills’ on Sunday.
This is one of three being held in pubs in areas we take the hounds and
who support us so well. Basically it involves
auctioning off seasonal produce that has been contributed including the world
renowned Mrs Merrick’s Lemon Curd, which fetches astronomical bids due its alleged stimulating properties as an organic alternative to the blue pills.
Around here one can bring
dogs into some pubs, the Wills certainly, a bit like the freedom one finds in the
Lakes. So there were a few cluttering up
the Yorkshire stone flagged floor, but so well behaved despite one
being only a juvenile called Lily.
Part of the fund raising was
the turnip. I was told it had been
sitting on the bar for some days with a
hammer for company so coins could be hammered in. This turnip was auctioned off in a wave of
frantic bidding and must have been one of the most expensive turnips ever.
Someone will have fun boiling it up to release the coins to see if they made a
profit.
Lily’s view of the so called
singing that followed the auction accorded with mine and she fell asleep
despite the fact that it was about as melodious as the Sex Pistols and as
noisy, although I suppose it kept people entertained with humour and novelty
value. More performance art than singing
without the art I think. There were two
striking rays of sunshine though when one young lady with her wonderful mezzo
soprano voice sang like an angel and brought the house down. She kept them quiet! She is in the first picture as our auctioneer is taking bids
The auctioneer and the singer
