On the evening of Thursday 26th September, my wife and I stepped into a medieval cellar-styled bar in Bishop Auckland, a small town near to Durham in North East England. The chamber was packed with people. Canapes and drinks were being served but there was barely room to move your arms to enjoy them.
Luckily we didn’t have to mingle for long as the even…
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