🐑The Great Escape:
The True Tale of
Pavi & Leon 🐑
(as overheard between toasties at Pavilion Café & Bar)
(as overheard between toasties at Pavilion Café & Bar)
Not long ago in the quiet heart of Castlethorpe, two curious lambs - Pavi and Leon -were born under the watchful eye of their mum, Mabel. Life was simple: sun on their backs, daisies under hoof, and zero plans of being tagged, weighed or “sent off.”
But then came the trailer. A lorry door creaked.
A voice muttered something about “market day.”
Pavi looked at Leon. Leon looked at Pavi.
“Leg it,” one of them whispered.
(Who said it first? They still argue.)
They tumbled down the bank and into a thick patch of stinging nettles. It wasn't part of the plan. There was panicked baa-ing. There was itching. There were regrets.
The ducks looked on. Judging. Always judging.
They crept past the pavilion and hid behind the scoreboard, pretending to be abandoned sports gear. A batsman squinted, “That bench just twitched,”he said but was told to get on with it.
They snuck in during yoga. Pavi disguised himself as a floor mat. Leon got tangled in a resistance band and accidentally invented a new position called The Panicked Sheep.
It ended with three screams, a stampede of slippers, and one woman swearing off mindfulness for life.
They slid under the fruit and veg - right between the courgettes and the clementines. Dina noticed when a sweet potato sneezed.
“Udi, she said, we've got sheep in the shallots again!”
They were gently removed with a mop and a firm reminder about food hygiene.
They slipped in during Evensong as Father Gary lit the candles. Pavi curled behind the hymn books while Leon discovered the biscuit tin in the vestry and went to town.
Father Gary paused mid-sermon and calmly added, “And Lord… please grant peace to these lambs. Preferably outside of the choir stalls.”
Windy. Dizzying. Leon tied his ears in a knot. Pavi attempted to float down using a Tesco carrier bag. It ended, predictably, in tears and thistles.
That's when Luke and Elaine found them - muddy, itchy, full of bourbons and hiding behind a wheelie bin near what would soon become the Pavilion Café & Bar .
Elaine offered an oat biscuit.
Luke just nodded, Right. That's it. They're coming with us.”
And so began their journey.
From frightened fugitives to unofficial village mascots, Pavi & Leon found more than a home—they found a community. And in turn, Castlethorpe found its heart.
Today, they welcome you through the doors of the Pavilion Café & Bar, where village life meets good food, regular fun, and honest values. From early coffees and cakes to evening pints, Sunday roasts, open mic nights, and more, it's the kind of place where everyone's name is remembered - and your dog's, too.
And yes…
Pavi & Leon made us promise on our lives that we'd never, ever serve lamb.
We gave them our word. They're watching.
