I'm off work next week, and plan to get over to North Norfolk early on to do a bit of birding. Drive along the coast road towards Sheringham, and just before you get to the 'most birdwatched parish in Britain', Cley, you go through the little village of Stiffkey, which never fails to remind me of the story of Harold Davidson.
Actually, it's not quite as bizarre as it's often billed (The Vicar Who Was Eaten By A Lion In Skegness), but it's pretty odd nonetheless. Killed by a lion out on the African savannah would at least have a romantic, heroic tinge to it. Skeggy may be many things, but romantic and heroic it isn't.
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A sad story, but a colourful and eventful one too.
"Killed by a lion out on the African savannah would at least have a romantic, heroic tinge to it"
Being devoured by a vicious brute with halitosis is a horrible way to die. The lion is, and always has been, the biggest bastard in Africa.
Fair point!
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