Can I warn folk that this latest tale just submitted is very long and slow in development all through. It's pure fiction, but I infiltrate some of my reminiscences from the later 60s, call it self-indulgent if you like (it is!).
So you'll find a pub with women's knickers pinned to the ceiling, the first iron bridge ever built, and people who ring church bells to arcane mathematical principles, among other references. And none are essential to the story! If this is going to annoy you, please don't read it and upset yourself. Stories are supposed to be fun and some people love stories that just trundle along! This is for them.