One cannot help but feel a great deal of pride for one's hometown. Though I could not move back to Salisbury for a multitude of reasons (chief among them being the small size of the place) I always love visiting, and it was fantastic to show it to someone who had never been there. Having lived there for most of my life I know the places to go to (Old Sarum, Salisbury Cathedral, the nice country pubs) and the places not to (The Chapel nightclub - and in fact most nightclubs there, Bemerton Heath, The Friary etc). On arrival to the city I began to arrange sleeping quarters. Dad said we could stay at his so we stopped off for a bit and then went into town for a beer at the New Inn, got a curry from the Asia restaurant, and drove up to Har to see Chris. After wolfing down my Lamb Madras I had a go on his slide (which was a huge anticlimax let me tell you - my arse wouldn't even fit in it properly) and we drove into town again to visit one of our old haunts - The Old Ale House. After a little catch-up session we dropped Chris off again and drove back to my house to introduce Carsten to my Dad, then it was off to meet Mum and her friends in The Bridge at Middle Woodford, a lovely little pub in the middle of nowhere with a massive beer garden and a river running alongside - a great spot in Summer. After a few laughs we went back to Dad's and went to sleep.
Morning then, and after a nice lie-in we drove back into town to have a coffee and some AMAZING pasties from Reeve the Baker (after popping into the cathedral grounds to take a few pictures) then we were off to Frome to see Farley, who's mate Reg had kindly agreed to put us up for the night.
So we made it into Frome, stopping off to buy a banquet of crusty bread, Saint Agur cheese, tomatoes, olives and Feta cheese. Nothing comes cheap in this country so it's better just to accept the bitter truth and buy the most extravagant things we could. If you're going to pay over the odds, you'd better have a good time doing it, then you can pay the consequences next payday. Farley finished his shift and we waited in the car park, got a man-hug off him, and followed him to his house where we swapped into his car and got a guided tour of his hometown and the brewery where he works. I finally know how my favourite drink is made. We went back to the house and Carsten cooked him, myself and Reg some pasta & pesto, corn-on-the-cob, and some chicken, peppers, onions and garlic. Yum. When that had all settled a bit we went down to the pub for some beer and *puts on farmer accent* properrr scrumpy ciderrr which went down a treat, and chatted about times past and times anew, and some random crap along the way. Finally we grabbed 3 bottles of Corona from the landlady, got back to Reg's, played a bit of guitar, ate half a loaf of bread and the rest of the cheese, and messed about on youtube before crashing out for the night.
Oh yeah... We went to the zoo too. Sorry I forgot and I need to get this up. More thumbnails ...
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