The protests will likely continue. So will the radish garden. And Gerald the llama might get his own Instagram account. (He already has 200 followers. I’m not kidding.)
If you’re curious, swing by Epping. Get a cup of tea at the café near the hotel. You might see Barry reading his poem aloud to confused pigeons. That’s entertainment.
In the end, this isn’t a scary story. It’s a human one—with side of absurdity and a pinch of parsnips. Stay curious. And for heaven’s sake, watch out for that squirrel.
