Lady Gemima and Lord Hugo Hammersley had suggested lunch in the English countryside near their country residence. Our trip was straight out of Downton Abbey. Lovely sunshine, the narrow, tree lined lanes meandering in the green rolling hills of the English countryside. Wondrous…. Read More ›
Salome. (No, not shalom!) She of the dance of the seven veils who delighted in kissing the severed head of John the Baptist. Of course you have. One knows instinctively that one’s readers are well educated. And hurrah for that! But have you… Read More ›
Picture from the Mole and Chicken web site (merci!) Anyhow, back to the review of the Mole and Chicken. No it is not called thus because they serve mole & chicken pie. However this gastropub in Easington, Bucks offers some quite tasty fare in attractive… Read More ›
You’re on course 15, only 6 desserts to go” said the waitress with a cheery smile. Yikes! One had already been dining for three hours and one hadn’t even got to dessert. All six of them awaited us! One had ventured to L’enclume. The restaurant resides in… Read More ›
The siren call of the Lake District and Scotland could not be ignored. Just two days back from the “Tour de France” and with one’s gastronomic tastebuds sated by the delights of French cuisine then we were off again! . So into the… Read More ›
Yes one has been remiss…again!! Here is one’s review of a quaint restaurant in Wales. Bully’s is tucked away in a back street in Cardiff . The menu sounded scrumptious and reviews were effusive. Your dear Doctor and his SIX companions… Read More ›
One trundled off to the countryside in Fortescue’s new Jaguar of which he is most proud. The green hills of Surrey glistened in the unbroken sunshine and the barbecue weekend promised by the Beeb was upon us. One arrived in the attractive olde wolde village of Shere which… Read More ›
The English countryside is the ideal retreat to pass the weekend. Secluded villages conceal gastronomic surprises within an easy carriage ride from Londonium. Your Doctor ventured forth along the winding narrow roads of the Chilterns to find The Old Plow. An olde 17th Century pub, now a restaurant, secreted in the village of Speen in… Read More ›
Cricket? Does that remind one of ducks when England play? One jests, despite this lame connection to your dear Doctor’s visit to Drakes, this locale was no lame duck. An up-market, chic and refined eatery in the midst of olde… Read More ›
Another jaunt into the English countryside with one’s old Scottish chum Dalyrample. One visited The Village Gate just outside the attractive town of Wendover in Buckinghamshire. A short carriage ride from the bustle of Londinium. The greenery of the English countryside… Read More ›
