A butty, for the uninitiated, was not just a sandwich. It was a structural engineering project. It required thick, buttered slices of white bread and a filling substantial enough to survive a North Sea gale. On this particular Tuesday, Barnaby had prepared a masterpiece: a thick-cut bacon butty with a dollop of brown sauce.
Dick popped the morsel into his mouth, chewed with theatrical appreciation, and nodded. "Needs more butter, but it'll do. Cheers, Barnaby." dick in the butty
As he prepared to take his first bite, a shadow fell over his bench. It was Richard, known to everyone in the village as "Dick." Dick was a retired sea captain with a beard like a briar patch and a personality that was equally prickly. He was also notoriously hungry. A butty, for the uninitiated, was not just a sandwich
: A cheeky local legend with a knack for being in the right place at lunchtime. On this particular Tuesday, Barnaby had prepared a
: A methodical man who prizes routine and high-quality carbohydrates.
"Right then, Barnaby," Dick boomed, hovering over the bench. "That’s a fine-looking specimen you’ve got there."
"Bakery’s closed," Dick lied effortlessly. "Power’s out. Only thing left in the village is what’s already between two slices of bread. And that butty looks like it could feed a small crew."