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“When it comes down to selling one’s soul to the Devil or to Brussels, one should opt for sulphur every time”

Goodness! The festive season does come around with amazing regularity, does it not? Snow has yet to settle on the rooftops and gables of Barchester, though a cold wind rattles the shutters and whistles up the back passage something terrible.…

The Ghost of Brexit Lost

Bells play an important role in the life of Barchester, as perhaps they do nationally. Here, the cathedral chimes mark the passing hours and summon good Christian folk to services,…