“Half memoir, half travel, A Yank Back to England...is an absolutely wonderful book, not only about going home again but also about love and family and tradition and the passage of the years.”
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Friday, February 6, 2009

Afternoon walk

“Been up to the church, have you?” A familiar voice jarred my musings as I walked back through the quiet village of Rattlesden. Again, it was Dave, only this time he was weeding a garden beside the pub. I stopped for a moment and watched him turn over the garden.
“So Dave, the food in the pub, you didn’t actually say before—”
“Well,” said Dave with a smile spread with irony. “He calls himself a chef, but as far as I’m concerned, he’s just a cook. But the food is not too bad.”
Well, it hadn’t been too bad at all. In fact, the Sunday cold plate had passed all expectations. Not that expectations for food in pubs ever ran that high with me. But the fact was, our “local” was very local, just a two-minute walk away. And the menu was surprisingly adventurous. So it seemed churlish not to try the place for a hot dinner. I ambled back to our little nest. I found Lew, recalled to life and back in the kitchen, making tea.

6 comments:

willow said...

I think Blogger just ate my message! So here goes again. Just delete if a duplicate.

I wish I could walk down the road to a friendly pub! How charming. You are lucky indeed. And thank you for stopping by my place today.

willow said...

That is a gorgeous wisteria in your header picture, by the way!

Jenn of the Jungle said...

I practically LIVED on pasties while I was over there. And my Mum-in-Law's Sunday roast.

The Prodigal Tourist said...

Thanks Willow! The photo is from Lavenham, one of the treasures we found on our travels--will post a bunch of Lavenham pictures soon.

~PakKaramu~ said...

Nice gardens

Trixie said...

You are living my dream life at the moment. Sigh.