The final stop on our travel day to Cambridge was in Oxford, where we had a round in The Eagle And Child, famous for being the preferred watering hole of the Inklings! If you don’t think you know who they are, you might be mistaken, for the Inklings included none other than J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and a few other guys that I can forgive you for not knowing.
Back in early March, I went on a journey to visit my third cousin and his mum on Guernsey! Shortly after returning to England, I dropped my iPhone in the toilet, and lost all the photos I had taken. Thankfully my relations had taken a select few photos during my visit, so I have been able to cobble together a report that doesn’t rely solely on words.
On May 24th my parents arrived in England. Shortly after their arrival, we made our way to the village of Wingfield, near Bath, where we spent our first three nights. After a long sleep, Day 2 was spent exploring Bath, specifically the Roman Baths, and after an aborted attempt to see Bristol, we visited Glastonbury Tor, town, and thorn.
My parents have arrived in England for a 3 week tour around the country, and so I will do my best to keep this blog up to date with remarks upon some of the more interesting drinks and adventures that we find ourselves on. Such as that flat tyre 10 miles from Stonehenge.
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.
Sometime about the middle of July last year, my friend Scott came up from Victoria for a visit and a few drinks. Unfortunately he arrived when the valley was so smokey from forest fires that none of our beautiful sights could be seen. So we decided to do more drinking instead; a party pig was in order!
As previously recounted in Worthington’s Creamflow at the Rose & Crown, I quite appreciate having a pub close to my hostel that provides cheap beer and football. One would have thought that £1.85 pints of Worthington’s a mere 354 feet away would have been unbeatable, but that was before I moved to York, where they seem to have a pub in every building. And at this particular hostel, one need only walk 118 feet to find the cozy confines of the Nags Head, which coincidentally also happens to be a Craft Union Free House just like the Rose & Crown, and therefore offers £1.85 pints of Worthington’s. Dear me, at this rate I’m never going to try any new beer!