One of the good things about living in Brizzle is that it's close to places we've never been, such as the Cotswolds. When I lived here last time, I was all about London and exploring the Continent. This time around, we want to check out what's on our doorstep.
Today satnav Lola led us to The Green Dragon Inn, a 17th century pub in a tiny hamlet called Cockleford, as recommended by a colleague who lives up that way. It’s the English village/pub of the collective imagination: take white picket fences, country lanes and low-ceilinged cottages, put them in high definition, and you have some idea of how chocolate-box cute it all is.
We sat outside and stuffed our faces with risotto and Pimms, but I can also imagine how lovely it is in the dead of winter, snuggled in front of the open fire with the Sunday papers and a glass of velvety red for company.
It was a great way to end a lovely weekend. The best thing though is that I'm looking down the barrel of two four-day weeks – yeeha!