Trip to the Canning Factory

Once a year usually around this time, the old engine from the museum is fired up and taken on a spin of the dockland lines. The weather doesn’t look great, and the lack of suitable cover for both crew and passengers won’t go unnoticed. But seeing that the event has been arranged by Barry Bullhead from The Ministry of Misery, this is very much expected and of course very much of its time. For in olden times, we were expected, and indeed did expect to suffer and be grateful for anything thrown at us. Actually, this sounds rather like Little England of today, but I mustn’t go down that wormhole. 

Today’s lucky passengers are Hubert the conversational Latin speaking horse, Herbert the conversational Mayan speaking horse, and Hartley the only horse that can chat in conversational Vectis, the native Isle of Wight language that vanished midway through the last ice age. 

Barry Bullhead is a thoughtful man, and has arranged for each lucky horse to have a small wagon, just the right size in fact. This to to prepare them for the canning process at the local pet food factory. Bob Geeza Cat and Rufus Hound look on in awe, much like posh types eye up lobsters awaiting their untimely demise in a seafood restaurant. 

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Click the link to buy Hubert, Herbert & Hartley a final pint at The Nag’s Head www.buymeacoffee.com/Nevardmedi3