Its that time of year, the leaves are rustling and the chains can be heard rattling around those deep caves in darkest Somerset, as Mr Wallingfield awakes from his Summer slumbers.I do hear the sales have already started!
There are a few laughs around here, we have heard on good authority that his days are numbered,and he has been told to clear the caves or expect a Spring Clean by the other half!
He can be found hiding in the wine cellars looking down bottles looking for solace.
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