“Cressroads!
“Sounds a perfect name for a rustic soap. And you do so want to tune into next week’s gripping installment. When Jed goes for DNA testing, learns his wife is also his sister and their rich Uncle Toby discovers another strange growth,’” muses Tichborne bard Charlie Ottley.
Father Mike, former church student at Ushaw College, Durham, and his 20-day-old baby Tome – Continuing Story of Cressroads, Watercress Capital of the World – are reported ‘well chuffed’ by messages of congratulations from around the UK, Canada and who-knows-where-next.
With one dart too many in his right throwing hand, seriously piercing his flesh but all left to play for in last the 24-hour charity darts marathon held at The Ship, Bishop’s Sutton, mid-Hampshire league darts legend 65-year-old Henry Primmer determined: “Nothing else for it, Nipper, but to play on.”
By the Selkirk Grace of the famed Scottish bard, a troublesome Borders’ clansman dubbed Cressroads’ Jock McBlogsbody for the duration of Burns’ Day was promised a next day second-helping of haggis with whisky gravy from the kitchen of Alresford’s Tichborne Arms.
Greater Cressroads Robert Burns’ Appreciation Society, welcoming Sassenachs to its ranks in the watercress capital of the land, is grown out of a 250th Anniversary Burns’ Supper and Order of Ceremonies at Alresford’s Tichborne Arms.
