Haunted Burrow Walk

 And travellers, now, within that valley
Through the red-litten window see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant Melody
While, like a ghastly rapid river
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh – But smile no more

The nights are drawing in, and crops are almost in from the fields.
Yonder trees are shedding their leaves and the air is turning crisp.
Tis the time soon fer pumkins and ghosts, which means...

A Haunted Burrow Walk!

Ye are invited ter bring yer most frightening costume, an see who can scare the most!
We will meet as always in the Ivy Bush fer a wee dram or two before we set off.
Then, tergether we will walk ter the Burrow under the Hill and see what we can find.
Maybe the spirits of the wedding party of olde!

Or perhaps hidden gold?

Along the way, there will be tales ter chill and poems ter make ye wonder.

We’ll end our shiver fest in the cozy warmth of Nag end… er… Bag End, where more tales will be spun.
Another wishing ter share a tale, poem or chilling song do let me know and ye’ll get yer chance

So join me, yer dedicated guide ah dunna think ah’ve lost anyone…. Yet
 

on Sunday 30th at 7:30pm in the Ivy Bush.