I have returned to Newcastle after a quick trip to Scotland. My first stop was in Edinburgh where I visited my old friend Jamie, explored the city’s crazy alleyways (called closes) and admired the spectacular views!
Yesterday I took the Metro train from Newcastle to North Shields for a stop of sorts on my ancestral home pub crawl. Except I wasn’t visiting a town where my ancestors lived; I was visiting real living relatives, my paternal grandfather’s cousins! I also didn’t stop in a pub, but I did drink some brandy, so I’ll give myself a pass.
This is a story from a pub. Perhaps not a very interesting one, but a story nonetheless.
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.
On my last full day in Vancouver, I stopped in at the Yaletown Brewing Company for a pint. I also happened to catch the end of the day’s Champions League matches, specifically Chelsea’s 2-1 win over Atletico Madrid. My beer of choice was the intriguing English style Golden Brown Ale.
On Friday in Brighton I met up with Brooke, an old friend from Vernon, for a day at the coast!
Tomorrow morning I leave Belgium and head to England. In preparation, I am calmly devouring the remaining bottles of Belgian beer that I have acquired during my three weeks here. This blog post happens to be about one of them.