No one can go to England without going to pubs. Lots of pubs. For drinking beer, of course, but also for eating.
One of the evenings, a foggy and humid one, we went to a pub where The york Philharmonic Choir come for a beer after practice. It was nice to sit close to the fireplaces and the men sang a few songs for us!
One night us girls over 40- and 50- stayed until the pub closed. All the men and the younge girls had gone back to campus. Amazing how much old girls can giggle and laugh even if we hadn’t known each other before that week!
After we arrived at the airport hotel before going home we were recommended a pub meal close by.
That was the best meal we had that week! And such a nice place. We found a table right by the fireplace where they burned coal! Reminded me of my childhood when we used coal here in Norway too.
This saying was on one of the beams above our heads: