Man, what a day! I swear, Easton’s got a way of throwin’ curveballs. So, I’m an archivist, right? You’d think my life’s all about dusty old books and boring documents. Nah, mate, not today!
Started off at the Easton Library on the High Street. You know, the one with the weird statue out front? Yeah, that one. I’m just chillin’, sorting through some old records, when this kid runs in, all outta breath. He’s like, “Mister, you gotta help! My dog’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “What? Dogs don’t climb trees!” But I guess this one did.
So, I drop everything and follow him. We dash down to the park on Easton Way. And there’s this poor pup, just chillin’ on a branch like it’s the best seat in the house. I’m thinkin’, “How’d you even get up there, buddy?” The kid’s panicking, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s get this sorted.”
I climb up, and let me tell ya, I’m not exactly a tree-climbing expert. I’m more of a “sit at a desk and read” kinda guy. But I manage to grab the dog, and it’s all wagging its tail like it’s just been on a rollercoaster. The kid’s over the moon, and I’m feelin’ like a hero.
But then, as I’m climbing down, I slip! I’m flailing like a madman, and I land right in a bush. Not my finest moment. I’m covered in leaves and dirt, and the kid’s laughin’ his head off. I can’t help but chuckle too.
After that, I’m like, “Okay, back to work.” But nah, Easton’s not done with me yet. I head over to Church Road, where I’ve got some old parish records to check out. I’m in the zone, right? Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the good ol’ days, when Easton was all fields and no houses. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Mate, I’ve got records to sort!”
But then he mentions a hidden pub down a side street. “The Old Oak,” he says. “Best pints in town.” Now, I’m intrigued. I mean, who doesn’t love a good pint? So, I’m like, “Alright, I’ll check it out.”
I finally finish up at the library, and I’m off to find this pub. I wander down to the backstreets, and let me tell ya, Easton’s got some hidden gems. I stumble upon this little alley off of St. John’s Road, and there it is! The Old Oak. It’s got this cozy vibe, all wooden beams and low lights.
I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. The locals are all chatting, and there’s a dog snoozing by the fire. I order a pint, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m sittin’ there, just soaking it all in, when I overhear some folks talkin’ about a ghost in the area. Apparently, there’s a haunted house on the corner of Easton Road. I’m like, “No way!”
So, I finish my pint and decide to check it out. I’m wandering down Easton Road, and it’s getting dark. The streetlights are flickering, and I’m starting to feel a bit spooked. I find the house, and it’s all creepy and overgrown. I’m standing there, heart racing, when I hear a noise.
Turns out, it’s just a cat. A fat, lazy cat. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “Really? A ghost? Nah, just a cat.” But then, I swear I feel a chill. I’m outta there, man!
I head back home, still buzzing from the day. Easton’s wild, man. One minute you’re saving a dog, the next you’re in a haunted house. I love this place. It’s got character, you know?
So yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy, unexpected adventure in Easton. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!