Remembrance Day and More Time with Christine
Christine drove from Jeffreyston and I walked around the corner and through the ancient 5 Arches where she picked me up and off we went to Jeffreyston Pub for a traditional British Sunday meal. I had beef, lots and lots of beef. Vegetables were served family style and the photos show what was left over after we’d both eaten to the point of gluttony in my case. Back to Upper Frog Street for a long winter’s nap.
On the following Sunday, after Remembrance Day services, again Christine picked me up and we went back again to Jeffreyston Inn for lunch. Steve, a friend of Christine’s joined us for another enjoyable meal. I ordered turkey as the meat. It was very good. I decided to think of it as my Thanksgiving meal this year.
As usual I was early to services. The church did fill up.
Another outing on a very rainy and rainy day. I arrived late into Fall and while I find the changing colors beautiful, I’m told that I missed most of the color.
As we were approaching the village of Wiseman’s Bridge, Christine, with the driest of dry Welch humor, said, “the town was misnamed, there are no wisemen here nor has there ever been.”
We stopped at the inn where this sign was in the foyer.