We were obviously expected to take the pathway to the cathedral, but its cobbles, like endless rows of tortoises pressed together, were huge and quite impractical for a stroller. We set out across the grass. Along one side were a few ancient inns, originally built for overnight pilgrims and now catering to “day trippers” – sightseers like us – and locals. We stopped by one.
“Sorry, can’t let her in,” the landlord said, pointing to Kate.
“It’s okay, she doesn’t drink,” I said, trying for humor. “Well, nothing you would sell, anyway.”
“Licensing laws,” the landlord said, shrugging. “What can you do?” He sighed and turned away.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, and sitting at one of the outdoor picnic tables was no punishment. Even so, Kate climbed on our bench and poked her smiling face through the ground floor window, much to the amusement of the patrons inside and mild consternation of the landlord.
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5 comments:
Go Kate- love the spitfire in that move!
And a beautiful outside sitting has to beat most anything else anyway!
Fancy not letting you sit inside, the worlds gone mad!!!! I bet you felt like wringing his Gregory? (Gregory Peck - Neck) LOL! Yes I read the post below, Im a huge fan of Only Fools and Horses and The Sweeney so not sure if my Cockney rhyming slang is kosher! X
Glad you had a lovely time. Outside beats inside during nice weather...good job Kate
cobbles and pushchair--no chance!! at least you had a nice day for the picnic table!
Had to laugh. Only the English could cling to such antiquated licensing laws, the trouble and strife got it right though.
AV
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