Friday dinner

Inn dinner is too flash, so we walk to the foresters Arms. It feels like...a real pub. Noisy. Almost full. We get the last table. Another old building, with exposed beams. New and clean but still showing signs that the building is old.

We each have relatively simple pub food. Deb follows with icecream. I finish with... golden syrup sponge pudding. With plenty of real... yellow... custard:-) Yum!

On the way home we buy a point of milk, the room comes with little bits of long life stuff.

We walk home at 7:30. It's still light. And warm. And fine again. Excellent weather!

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Dr Nick Lethbridge / Consulting Dexitroboper
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