S4 Ep8: Loremen S4 Ep8 - Rushton Triangular Lodge, Northamptonshire

In the smoking room of the Loregentleman’s Club, Mr James Shakeshaft puffed on his pipe with a look of consternation. He found the silence intolerable. “D— it, man,” he said at last, “what the devil did you mean by your message? ‘I saw a house that wasn’t quite right,’ what a load of old rot.” Mr Alasdair Beckett-King, seated in the chair opposite, peered at Shakeshaft through a yellowish haze and his drooping eyes sparkled in the firelight... This evening’s podcast begins with Alasdair telling James a tale about the Midlands. A land that is neither North nor South. A land replete with mystery and intrigue. A land whose accent neither Loregent can do. Northamptonshire. Beginning with the three-sided folly of Ruston Triangular Lodge, the boys discover a drumming well, a perambulating doll and a haunted church that’s thick... wi’ rabbits. Loreboys nether say die! Check the sweet, sweet merch here... https://www.teepublic.com/stores/loremen-podcast?ref_id=24631 Support the Loremen here (and get stuff): patreon.com/loremenpod ko-fi.com/loremen @loremenpod www.twitch.tv/loremenpod www.instagram.com/loremenpod www.facebook.com/loremenpod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices