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Saturday, August 17, 2019

Di’s Place

Saturday August 17

Change of plan.

We expect Cambridge to be too hard. Two hours drive, and then probably no parking. Then an hour and a half to Althorp.

So new plan.

Cambridge is on the list for next London trip. There are a few day-trips available through Viator, and we’ll pick one of those. There is one that goes to both Oxford and Cambridge in one day, including all the historical bla as well.

Today, we are off to Althorp for the afternoon. As luck would have it, there is one of Sarah’s historic pubs nearby, so we’ll go there first for a drink and lunch. Then on to Di’s place for a visit.




So we’re here at the pub. Its living up to expectations. Very quirky. They do a lot of wedding receptions and other events, as well as your basic quiz nights and other nonsense. All good ways to keep the establishment as a living, vital part of the community.

While we were there, an assortment of characters came in. One couple, Sarah called hippies, were there with their dog on a rope. This one’s about the size of a pit bull. Sarah said one of the three was a bit stinky💩 Perhaps they would have been better off with a soap on a rope. No? As you were, then.

What is that about? Everywhere we go, fucking dogs are allowed to come into the restaurant. Apparently it’s some European thing🤦🏼‍♂️
I do wonder if things will change for the dogs post-Brexit.

Anyway, these stinky hippies come in. She’s got the whole ensemble going on. Ratty hair, ratty clothes, ratty rope, ratty dog. She said she almost tripped over her dog. To be honest, I couldn’t tell where she left off and the dog started.

So that’s us. Couple of drinks, a light lunch, and we’re on our way.

So around the corner to Di’s place. Very nice. Just like Chatsworth, no photos inside. Sarah puts this as second only to Chatsworth. Not a bad score.

Of course the main reason for the visit is to see Diana’s memorial. Tick👍🏽
















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