The Greggs Way

Across the moor, the misty glow of a thousand torches illuminated the inky sky. Hooded figures surrounded what appeared to be a naked man wrapped in pastry, suspended by a system of ropes and pulleys above a fire. From such a distance it was difficult to discern what the figures were chanting, but it sounded like:
“We are all followers of the way: The Greggs Way.
We are all followers of the way: The Greggs Way.
We are all followers of the way: The Greggs Way.”

Across the moor, the misty glow of a thousand torches illuminated the inky sky. Hooded figures surrounded what appeared to be a naked man wrapped in pastry, suspended by a...