One of The Man's former work colleagues was celebrating her birthday (I won't say which one) and we decided to head up to Oxford for the night to join in the fun. With the speed of a race-car driver (and yes, this is how The Man drives), Oxford was only a mere 45 minutes from London. The night was clear and warm, but owing to the vicissitudes of the British summer the pub had set up a covered tent in the back garden. Filling our bellies with steak and wine, swaying to the tunes of a jazz trio, the night around us took on a magical quality and time flew by.
Photo courtesy of Flickr.
As with most British pubs, closing time came way too early. We took a final stroll around the grounds and down to the river, then back to the car. Five minutes later we were back in the twenty-first century and blitzing back to London, the age-old world of The Perch fading into memory.
4 comments:
*sigh* I want to go!
By mere coincidence, the three books I've read most recently were all set in the UK (one was an audiobook, so I heard a British voice telling me the story, then I went home and read a paper book full of "bloke" and "loo" and other British words... kind of messed with my head a little, and I started talking British in my head).
Reading about all those posh people and their posh British lives REALLY makes me want to be there!! (Not like I generally need that much incentive to want to go...)
Instead, I'm stuck in Texas. With the bloody heat, and the bloody stupidity of Republicans and their senseless opposition to sensible health care reform. *sigh*
Nice blog. Enjoyed going through it. keep it up the good work. Cheers :)
Criss, I know. Some parts of the UK are amazing, like something right out of a novel. But there are also some incredibly ugly bits, too!
What on earth is the problem with healthcare there? Free healthcare - how can you go wrong??
Thank you, 'Hampers'. Glad you're enjoying it! :)
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