Hi all,
I spent last week in the country. I was a very strange place, a village south-ish of Reading. It wasn't like London at all. The houses weren't all joined up, I couldn't get phone reception and there were strange people with four legs who seemed to live in the fields. I talked to them and they just made this funny 'oooo' sound. I guess education in some parts of the country isn't what it is in the major cities.
The shops were interesting. There were no oyster bars anywhere, I couldn't find a gentleman's shaving salon, but they did seem to be keen on pottery. In fact, I came across two shops within the same week that just sold pots. They must be needed to carry earth from the riverbanks to pad out the roofing of the houses.
I went to a few public drinking establishments. They were generally smaller with no glass or chrome surfaces, but they did have some interesting shades of wood there. The selection of drinks was more 'local' I was told, with no Tanqueray or continental beers on offer, but some regional ales from the native breweries. People in the pub seemed to enjoy these so I didn't make an issue of it, though I was slightly peeved at the lack of marinated olives or pistachios behind the bar.
All in all it was a very interesting experience - the country is certainly a different place. I think I shall go back there when I need to get in touch with my earthier side. Has anyone else had similar experiences?
I spent last week in the country. I was a very strange place, a village south-ish of Reading. It wasn't like London at all. The houses weren't all joined up, I couldn't get phone reception and there were strange people with four legs who seemed to live in the fields. I talked to them and they just made this funny 'oooo' sound. I guess education in some parts of the country isn't what it is in the major cities.
The shops were interesting. There were no oyster bars anywhere, I couldn't find a gentleman's shaving salon, but they did seem to be keen on pottery. In fact, I came across two shops within the same week that just sold pots. They must be needed to carry earth from the riverbanks to pad out the roofing of the houses.
I went to a few public drinking establishments. They were generally smaller with no glass or chrome surfaces, but they did have some interesting shades of wood there. The selection of drinks was more 'local' I was told, with no Tanqueray or continental beers on offer, but some regional ales from the native breweries. People in the pub seemed to enjoy these so I didn't make an issue of it, though I was slightly peeved at the lack of marinated olives or pistachios behind the bar.
All in all it was a very interesting experience - the country is certainly a different place. I think I shall go back there when I need to get in touch with my earthier side. Has anyone else had similar experiences?
what did it feel like?
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