When you're in any bar in Appledore you can't help but listen to humorous tales of the sea. Here's a tale that was told to me. But I've altered it a bit, you see.
An Appledore angler named Ray,
turned up sans tackle one day.
His hair he was tearing
and then there was swearing.
His voice could be heard in Morlaix!
Have you got a story to tell? I look forward to seeing you at the Appledore Book Festival.