I woke, showered and met my Canadian friend on the patio, drinking coffee.
We discussed the night as well as our brunch plans at Turf Tavern, build in 12th century, or earlier, they just don’t have records going back further.
Lots of fires in ye olde Britain so many records have been lost.
You really have to follow a map to find the tavern, it isn’t easy. Down a small passage that at least has a plaque.
There were 2 sets of taps inside where you ordered beer or food. You pointed to where you would sit, in or out.
We picked outside, it wasn’t raining, yet. I chose a burger, can’t go wrong with a pub burger yup.
The place to be here is out back, big tables, covered for when it rains and it does rain a lot in this part of the country.
Why, it even rained as we enjoyed our meal but we were safe and dry.
Another pint to wait out the rain then. I soon became enamoured with a chap across from me who was loudly talking over the phone.
He was soon joined by, ‘ah here he is, the whisperer! My boy, yes, you see..’ he was proper chap, just well put together. Long wallet, coin purse, watch on a chain, gloves, hat resting on the table. Everything he carried had some sort of special carrier or satchel.
He did indeed refer to his associate as “the whisperer” several times while they sipped beers. It was like off a BBC show or something.
I soon bade my friend goodbye, he was off to the north, I had a bus to the south.
Gatwick, home to an airport and a small village. There are 2 buses a day Oxford to both Heathrow and Gatwick.
One is very early, leaves before 8 I believe. My flight was mid afternoon so I didn’t want to risk anything. Travel over an hour pre-flight is typically not a good idea.
So 1 night in Gatwick, mere miles from the airport.
England has a great bus system, double-decker style so upstairs I went. Headphones on and we were off!
I love the rolling hills and tiny villages, cottages we encountered along the way. Lovely country. Need to go back to the north.
A long walk once I arrived to Gatwick and I was to my room. The airport options seem to the be the same no matter where you go. A bed, shower, toilet, tv all one needs.
I settled in, showered up so I could leave the next morning without shower time.
It turned into a rather long walk, stroll but I found a local pub. Caught my last footy match in country with a pint.
Soon some favorites appeared, scotch egg, chips, a fine final UK meal!
I sat with my new reality, my trip was nearing its end.
Tomorrow a flight to one of my favorite cities, Boston, via Iceland of course. It was only a 4-ish hour flight, not bad at all.
A long weary walk in a rainy mist was tough. I was heading home, the US, but where precisely was TBD…
Beer McEwan’s Champion
Song Led Zeppelin Ramble On