One of my quests whilst I am in England is to visit the towns and villages of my ancestors and seek out any remaining distant relatives. Since I tend to call in at at least one pub in every place that I visit, I guess you could call it my ancestral home pub crawl. First stop on the tour: Beccles, Suffolk.
The whole time we were in Cuba, I thought this beer was from Guatemala. Turns out I was wrong.
Last week England played Wales in Euro 2016 at 6 AM, and so I excitedly got up early and prepared tea, bacon, eggs, and toast for the morning meal. Oh ya, that day was also my university convocation, and so my parents duly came down from the Okanagan to watch me walk across a stage for about thirty seconds. The ceremony itself wasn’t a big deal to me, but the chance to watch the match with my father and to later go for a picnic on the beach made the whole thing worthwhile. Whilst at the beach, my father and I shared a Merridale Scrumpy.