Being a new home-owner has meant busy times for us. These days, I’m more likely to be found browsing the aisles of DIY supermarkets for power tools and paint stripper than out on a misty hillside with Vlad in my hand and a packed lunch in my rucksack.
Self-portrait opportunities have been few and far between, but if you remember this place we wanted to buy and you might know that there is a lovely pub nearby. And in summer we can walk to it from our new home. A long walk, admittedly – somewhere to wander over to for Sunday lunch rather than a local to nip into for a swift half after work.
A couple of weekends back, in between DIY stores and bathroom showrooms we stopped off here for lunch. The place was rammed with a queue for tables and we’d got soaked just getting from the car to the bar. So we willingly took up the offer of a table in the kitchen room, not knowing exactly what to expect.
It turned out that we had a view into the kitchen where we could watch the chefs at work, and while we were waiting we could browse a shelf of seriously cheffie recipe books. And I had the chance to take a self-portrait in a pub that will be my summertime Sunday lunchtime local.
No need to ask why the smile.