Predominantly and we tell ourselves deceptively, we come to the UK to visit family and friends.
His brother, her sister and a coterie of scaly mates. Reprobates from His misspent youth older now, as are we but still with a flicker of the devil in them.
In truth we come to the UK because we love the pubs. I don’t mean those fake bonhomie pubs in tourist London but the warm dark low ceilinged pubs of the country.
Entry feels like a gentle embrace like a warm and comfortable hug. Generally cheerful Landlord/lady, a few locals propped on stools and inevitably a Labrador or two. The English sensibly take their dogs everywhere with them and what a joy that is.
Though these ones had a three legged springer spaniel.
Drinks in English pubs have always presented a bit of a problem for her as she doesn’t like beer. In the past the wine alternative has been marginal at best and often undrinkable at worst.
Enter the Gin revolution. If you thought Australia had gone mad for Gin think again. These pubs are carrying 20 and 30 different brands flavoured with Rhubarb or Violets, cucumbers and orange all served in a balloon glass with high quality tonic water also favoured with elderflower and cucumber. Ahh Bliss.
He is happily ensconced on a settle pint of Real Ale in hand. She is on the upright chair G and T swirling in the balloon glass.
The scents of dogs, past fires, hops and frying surround and entice.
The Pubs are England at their finest.
Travels with Jen and Nick 