A blinking steel ball rolled up to our table, and I was sure somebody had sent a bomb. "So what's this then Pip?" said Van, looking down at it. "Looks like a gutterball to me." "What's a gutterball?" Van reached down and picked it up. "No Van!" "No what? He's all reyt, look, he's purring."
Hellsborough Exposed
Dispatches from The Dark Peak, daily.
Edition: 2026-10-07








