Years ago I was driving down to Cornwall to meet the Pennine hounds, I knew which village they were kenneling at so I intended to just turn up and try to find some digs as I only decided I was going last minute. Anyway as I drove through the countryside down in Devon or maybe into Cornwall it started to go dark and the fog came down, so I pulled in at a country pub with the intention of getting my head down and catching up with hounds at the meet next day.
 
	The pub did have a room but the landlord said I'd be in the pub on my own, he was stopping elsewhere and would return at 6am. 
 
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