Touring the Farmlands

Heading back towards the Prince Albert.

The great English pub walk; the act of driving to an off-the-beaten-track pub, walking in a large circle across sedate but charming farmland, then returning to said pub for Sunday roast and a pint among the throng of farming locals that politely cluster around the bar and break into occasional conversation between sips.

Despite being completely ill-equipped for such an outing (gumboots don’t normally make my packing list when travelling), this taster of an English institution went down a treat. What’s not to love about walking through cowshit then being served a roast meal and Yorkshire pudding by the pub owner’s teenage son.