Today Robert and I went to the lovely village of Aston Tirrold to help R’s sister Catherine prepare for her house move.
She took us out to lunch at the local pub The Crown.
Do you know English village pubs? If you do, don’t you just love them?
Most have an outdoor patio…
…and that quaint Old English feel inside.
According to Wiki, there are 261 different The Crown pubs in England and they have nothing to do with each other, unlike The Slug and Lettuce pubs which are a chain…go figure. 😀
Pub and house names are an ancient tradition round here. Most likely, some proprietor of this The Crown, wanted to show his loyalty to the royalty of the day. House names rarely change round here.
We three ordered the first three things on the menu and had a seat and looked around.
I know that sometimes estate firms offer “a wealth of old oak” as a selling feature for period homes, but this pub really does have a wealth of old oak, from the lovely beams and special little iron brackets to the floors.
And, of course, the obligatory beers and ales on draught.
Later in the afternoon we relaxed in the garden with Catherine’s cat Jet.
He’s a big, soft squishy bun of a boy. We were wondering who is bigger, Jet or Milo. Then we wondered what would happen if we could put them nose to nose to compare. Probably a lot of fur would fly…lol.
We coaxed shy little Sable out from the tall grass…
…and, eventually, Lynx came back from the fields for a cuddle, and proceeded to dribble all over everyone with sheer teenage happiness. Lynxey is a very young cat and, like most teenagers, was squirmy and impossible to hold still, so sorry about the blurred photos; these were the best out of at least 20, but you can sort of see how pretty she is. Also, I rarely get to see her because she’s always off in the fields killing something, so this was a big treat for me.
We had a lovely day, and it was wonderful for me to catch up and see the garden and the kitties.
Looking forward to seeing you again next week Catherine. 😀