Happy British summertime, y’all. Yep, the trains have stopped running, Homebase has sold out of oscillating fans, and I’m unable to focus on Once Upon A Time due to next door’s kids beating the crap out of one another in a paddling pool, then yelling for an ice cream (them and me both).
So, tonight, we decided putting the oven on simply wasn’t going to happen, and decided to check out the #1 Tripadvisor recommended pub near us.
I grew up in a village, but have always lived in town ever since going away to university. Once in a while though, we feel the need to get out of town to the lands of single track roads, great big corn fields, and warm pints of real ale. Which is exactly what we did tonight.
The pub we chose was in the middle of the most beautiful village – something that would make American visitors weep with joy. It was run by a batty, posher than posh lady, and made us feel like we’d just walked into the pages of a Jilly Cooper novel.
Aside from being almost taken out by the obligatory sports car on the single track road back to town, we’ve decided that bearing in mind pretty much all we do is internet shopping and watching Netflix these days, we wouldn’t do so badly in the country after all. Obviously we might feel differently in the snow, or when we have to pay eleventy-billion quid to get a taxi to/from the nearest station.
What do you think? Are you a fan of rural life?
As a side note, I know some of you reading this followed us on our Disney adventure earlier in the year. I just wanted to say that my husband got a clean bill of health from the doctor this week, and aside from some monitoring, all is well. A massive relief all round.