THE DEAD OF BLUEBELL HILL
Look there. At the foot of Kit's Coty rests what I'd call a corn dolly. Straw, perhaps, done up like Little Bo Peep. At her feet rest a few miniature squash. They are just turning, the rot slowly setting in. This sight, so pagan and contemporary, is cheering. Make me smile. The mystery of who put the things there, and why, is one to be savoured. I never want to know the facts.
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