The White Horse, Whepstead
I could have touched my head to that beam if I were wearing shoes with any sort of heel.
An excellent lunch at an excellent gastropub. (For Antipodean readers, that's a foodie pub.) Mr A. had lobster tails followed by sea bass followed by ginger pannacotta. I had pea herb risotto and lemon sponge pudding. Friend Jean had the pork belly, which looked delicious too.
Further energetic activity suspended in favour of lying on the bed waiting for our washing to dry.