In the Waggon
Up early for a Sunday and off to London to make the long overdue trip to see Mum and Mas. Motorway signs warning of severe weather and snow to come, but we made it up to Edgware and back later in the day untroubled by the white death. Swapped Christmas presents, mum particularly liked the solitary bee house we'd bought her.
Mum's house not showing to much evidence of the massive gas-leak induced disruption of the week. Once we'd arrived and had some tea off in the car again to a pub called The Waggon and Horses on the old pre-Roman Watling Street, just beyond Elstree. Established in 1471, apparently, and they now serve a reasonable Sunday Lunch in rooms warmed by three open fires, and a good pint of Landlord bitter to swill it down with. Mason chatty with the people who run it. Good plumb crumble, with home made custard to round off the meal too. The custard a fiercely guarded secret recipe according to the woman who took our plates.
Much chatting before returning back to Edgware for tea and biscuits, before setting off for Brighton. We left Mum and Mas with a year's supply of Mum's home made crab apple, wild plum and blackberry jellies and jams, and for me a bag of Christmas favourites Lebkuchen. Luckily Lorraine had a pretty straightforward journey home.
Below the Waggon and Horses, and a snap of the soon-to be pulled down tower block near mum's house, tainted pink by the setting sun.
Mum's house not showing to much evidence of the massive gas-leak induced disruption of the week. Once we'd arrived and had some tea off in the car again to a pub called The Waggon and Horses on the old pre-Roman Watling Street, just beyond Elstree. Established in 1471, apparently, and they now serve a reasonable Sunday Lunch in rooms warmed by three open fires, and a good pint of Landlord bitter to swill it down with. Mason chatty with the people who run it. Good plumb crumble, with home made custard to round off the meal too. The custard a fiercely guarded secret recipe according to the woman who took our plates.
Much chatting before returning back to Edgware for tea and biscuits, before setting off for Brighton. We left Mum and Mas with a year's supply of Mum's home made crab apple, wild plum and blackberry jellies and jams, and for me a bag of Christmas favourites Lebkuchen. Luckily Lorraine had a pretty straightforward journey home.
Below the Waggon and Horses, and a snap of the soon-to be pulled down tower block near mum's house, tainted pink by the setting sun.
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