The Beertonian swung by Clarence Street this evening to check on the Goat weathervane who sits on top of the Goat Maltings that once belonged to the Peter Walker Brewery following the recent fire.
“It did get rather hot on Saturday,” said the Goat laughing. “I was beginning to think Roast Goat was going to be on the menu.”
Any idea what happened?
“No not really, I was happily keeping watch over the town, which I’ve done for nearly 140 years, when suddenly the air was filled with thick black smoke and then the sound of sirens. I could vaguely make out the blue lights below.”
“It was strange being the centre of attention! I really didn’t know that so many people cared about me,” said the Goat with a tear in his eye.
Getting emotional Goat?
“Never! I’ve got some soot in my eye and it’s really hard to hold a tissue with cloven hooves. Could you give it a wipe please?”
Glad you’re still with us Mr Goat …. long may you reign over us Burtonians …. remember you fondly from my childhood 70 years ago 😍