We have fish and chips which W. and I fetch from the shop in Settle market-place. Some local boys come in and there is a bit of chat between them and the fish fryer about whether the kestrel under the counter is for sale. W. takes no notice of this, to me, slightly surprising conversation, and when the youths have gone I edge round to see if I can get a glimpse of this bird, wondering what a cage is doing under the counter and if such conditions amount to cruelty. I see nothing and only when I mention it to W. does he explain that Kestrel is now a lager.
Bennett/Review, 1985
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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