A Fierceness of Dragons

Dragon tales from the the valley of the Stour

The village of Bures, through which runs the River Stour, rested gently in the dusk. The dark came early in winter, though this year the season had been late in turning. A family of long-tailed tits perched on a sturdy branch of a gnarled old tree by St Stephen’s Chapel. The tiny birds had feasted well on insects and seeds during the long autumn. But it…