A RETURN TO THE FLEMISH WEAVER

You’ll remember my failed attempt to conquer Corsham, whose bizarre Flemish Weaver had suddenly switched to Winter hours just as I tipped up in Autumn. Well, I never give up. My immediate thought – “Have I entered the ultimate care home ?”.  Room after room off a passageway to the bar, each with be-cardiganed gentlefolk… Continue reading A RETURN TO THE FLEMISH WEAVER

SOMETIMES, ALL I NEED IS THE (WESTBURY PUB) AIR THAT I BREATHE

Highly tempted to skip the next two Wilters, because not much happened (Russ “Does it ever”). But as Maslow said, self-actualisation comes from doing your blog in the correct order and writing witty comments under photos. And it may give you the chance to berate me for slagging off a pub you like. I start… Continue reading SOMETIMES, ALL I NEED IS THE (WESTBURY PUB) AIR THAT I BREATHE