The Naughtiest Thing

"Once upon a time in a place called Wheatley
(which means wheat field, and is well named)
there was a field of wheat -
I tell a lie, there were many..."
'The Naughtiest Thing', a tale of lies and curses and forbidden forays into wheat-fields, is set to be published as a Glastonbury Broadside Ballad in the first week of March 2020.

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