The first thing of note I learned on Christmas morning is that in Berkshire, to the south-west of the village of Hermitage, is a small area of land with the sonorous name Gravelly Pightles.
Perhaps a kindly Berkshireist Hooting Yard reader with nothing better to do could hie over there with a camera and photograph it, preferably in black and white, during a drizzle?
In the absence of a photograph …
~Piglet’s gravy hell
~Slap verge lightly!
Are you suggesting that someone in Berkshire goes on a hunt..?