Excerpts from notes from botched interview with 'Earl Regan'. Identity of source withheld. Location, times and date not forthcoming. Some items in parenthesis added later.
Intention to meet Regan somewhere in the Yorkshire Wolds was raised sometime ago with 'Saul', friend of 'Stefan' [co-contributor of arts/literature journal, small scale publication, pre-internet boom]. 'Saul' claims Regan had decamped to small Wolds village and drifted into semi-obscurity, but meet up was 'not out of the question'.
Village seemed strong term, single pub and number of cottages, church and graveyard, antique shop. As it was the only venue of any description, headed to the pub [name crossed from notes, word 'Duke' vaguely legible]. Flaking paintwork and worn wood. Bar looks new, selection of ales seems idiosyncratic; choice titles inc. 'Ewe Pokey', 'Crooked Hook', 'Old Heady', 'Black Cat' and 'The Hex'. Latter is to all intents the stronger of the selection and popular with locals - from what I saw. Asked for a shandy...
Staff seem reticent to engage in protracted conversation, mention of Regan draws little reaction. Reviewing directions and suggested routes to village when man on the next table interrupts, stilted conversation reveals some information about Regan and seems to confirm his whereabouts in the area. However, likelihood of rendevous is remote. Regan is, it is believed, only a sporadic presence and is currently not at home.
[Further notes in this section erased or crossed out. Series of sketches and symbols - to follow with other notes from book 2 - fill remainder of pad].
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