Exit London, via trapdoor.
Tomorrow I'll be going horse riding for the first time in years. I've never fallen from a horse before, but if I ever do, it's much more likely to be on a day when there is a camera in the vicinity. Ah yes.
But you know, I forget sometimes how wonderful it is to get out of town. I do get out sometimes when I go to Budapest, but it's not quite the same as good old English countryside, with old pubs, open fires, and small farms.
egadfly and I went to a tiny place called Thaxted a few years ago, a small town north of London, which served no other purpose than to Not Be London. It did remarkably well and though there wasn't anything especially interesting or captivating to look at, it really wasn't the point. We went at a fairly unseasonable time of year - late February/early March if I remember - and we were content with the tiny churchyard, cemetary, and ye olde English pubbe as our main sources of entertainment, and for the evening, an old scratchy VHS of Wuthering Heights. The difference in setting and lack of intravenous internet was enough to regenerate us.
So. Roll on Dorking.
But you know, I forget sometimes how wonderful it is to get out of town. I do get out sometimes when I go to Budapest, but it's not quite the same as good old English countryside, with old pubs, open fires, and small farms.
egadfly and I went to a tiny place called Thaxted a few years ago, a small town north of London, which served no other purpose than to Not Be London. It did remarkably well and though there wasn't anything especially interesting or captivating to look at, it really wasn't the point. We went at a fairly unseasonable time of year - late February/early March if I remember - and we were content with the tiny churchyard, cemetary, and ye olde English pubbe as our main sources of entertainment, and for the evening, an old scratchy VHS of Wuthering Heights. The difference in setting and lack of intravenous internet was enough to regenerate us.
So. Roll on Dorking.