This post is brought to you from our campervan, parked up on Sunday night in the 3rd quietest place under the sun. I can’t remember the other two.
If you can work out where we are from the photos above and below you’ll know where to find the bodies.
The return of pubs coincided with the return of self-contained accommodation, which meant we’ve camped near pubs the last 3 nights.
You’ll be delighted to know that we’ve racked up 19 pubs this first week, single-handedly saving them for you to enjoy when you come out from behind the sofa (because “It’s too cold, innit?”) .
Coincidentally, I conservatively estimate 19,000 calories consumed in pub gardens on items like pork roll baps in Dereham. Dereham is pig central.
19 pubs, but only 4 of them new Beer Guide ticks.
Normally that would be cause for wailing and gnashing of teeth, but as BRAPA will confirm it’s taken a while to get back into full ticking mode, like Chris Tavare surveying the field before getting into savage hitting mode.
Pleasingly, ticks in the north, midlands and south to write about. Sadly, some more plastic glasses to moan about.
Tomorrow I might even start to plan ahead, now there’s something to plan for.
For now, Baa Baa Toure says “Good night“.