With late autumn’s inclement weather and the colds that she brings, it is only fitting that one should delve into a new bottle of green ginger wine for restorative purposes. For me this time around it is not the classic Stone’s, but rather the accurate knock off: Tesco’s Green Ginger Wine.
Yesterday I walked 3 miles North from my house to the village of Haxby, where I stopped in at the local pub for some weightlifting. 20+ ounce weights to be approximate.
In early February I took advantage of a couple of days off by going to Scarborough for a mini vacation. Not Scarborough Ontario, but Scarborough on the Yorkshire coast. I figured I would stroll along the beach and perhaps find a pub or three to drink in.
About a month ago I was in Birmingham, and though the birthplace of heavy metal had a certain attraction for me, it was clear that I was running out of interesting things to look at after three days of wandering around. I needed something else to do. As luck would have it, I remembered reading something about a bar crawl in Leam, and having a vague notion that I was perhaps near by, I went digging into my browser history!
Voila! A blog post “of all the pubs that you definitely haven’t visited, and probably shouldn’t.” That sounded like a challenge to me. After quickly copying down the bars from DollyFlower Cheese’s entertaining post, and figuring out that Leam was actually Royal-Leamington-Spa on the train line, I was ready.
This is a story from a pub. Perhaps not a very interesting one, but a story nonetheless.
On Friday in Brighton I met up with Brooke, an old friend from Vernon, for a day at the coast!
One week ago was my first night in Ghent, and I was invited to dinner with the family of my former Youth Exchange Officer, Dominique Delbeke. They also surprised me by inviting along my old school friend Claire Flanagan, which was a lovely surprise.
The dinner consisted of a delicious cheese fondue, and a few drinks, but the most blog worthy takeaway from the evening was the carton of Fristi that somehow got thrust upon me in joking fashion as the evening wound down. I promised to review it, so here we are.