After this week’s class, I spent the weekend in London. There were a large number of tourists for mid-February, probably thanks to the weak pound. I was stopped on the street four or five times by people looking for directions to the British Museum – possibly for the exhibit on Shah ‘Abbas?
I didn’t go into any museums at all, on this trip; the weather was nice, so mostly I walked around and re-visited favorite pubs.
Before the class started in Reading, I took a walk in the National Trust area near Sonning. There was still a little snow on the ground, but the weather was warm and dry.
Lunch was at the Catherine Wheel on Station Rd – nice pub.
They say this was the coldest day in London for at least 10 years. Walking around by the Thames, I wouldn’t argue.
Sorry, that was Canterbury in 2006. Anyway, I can’t help thinking that these three signs are related, somehow.
“What do you feel like for lunch?” I asked Matt. “How about Viking?” he answered. “We haven’t had Viking for a while.”
It’s been a few years, but here I am at the Viking Kitchen on Walmgate, in York.
Where’s Matt?