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The railway siding next to the Kettle Inn marks the boundary between the tax free county of Somerset and the rest of Little England.
Much illicit trading of goods happens at this point, moonshine being traded for cheese being quite high in the list of produce, along with potted Mendip snails and of course proper farmhouse cider in exchange for beer from Burton.
Though quite why you’d want beer from Burton I’ve no idea, because Somerset have some great breweries. Though a lot of folks from the Midlands retire and holiday in Somerset, so there must be a market for beer that smells of stale eggs, aka, ‘Burton Snatch’ (Google it).
Until recently this spot has very much been under the radar due to the impossible task of trying to police the activity. But it looks like Red Rachel from the Ministry of U Turns has found out.
However rumour has it that she’ll soon leave the ministry and is looking for a nice pub to run, so her appearance here might not be quite we’re thinking, for if she takes over The Kettle Inn, she’ll be looking for booze and other produce to sell like bare knuckle scratchings and deep fried spicy wasps.
Meanwhile Waving Willy has just turned up with his scruffy old engine for his morning break, this being a popular spot with loco crews in search of a refreshment between shunting duties.
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