There were lots of bars about a ten minute walk from my holiday inn, but  it was raining by the time I decided to do that, and I thought no, I’ll stay here. Even before I ordered a beer, I thought again, no atmosphere here, so I’ll tackle the rain once more. Luckily I found a bar less than a kilometre walk and hooked up with the locals. I was hoping for a Sunday roast, which is a must do in the UK on Sunday. Unfortunately I had to settle for a Turkish burger. Nice, but I would have preferred a pommy roast on my last Sunday in England. I raced back between showers, and slept really well. This morning after my last full english breakfast.yum, I trained it back to London and chilled out on Emily’s couch. It’s amazing, when you stop, the body all of a sudden goes into limp mode, like modern cars do when the slightest thing goes wrong with them. When Em finished work, we went for a walk and I snuck into a pub for possibly one of my last pints in an english pub before I leave these shores. I have had a great experience, as I usually do,and I’m going to cry inside when I say bye to our Em, I’ll hug her lots for her mum, that’s for sure. Maybe I’ll come back for more, don’t know. I do love the challenges life throws when I’m walking. And in all honesty, my body keeps repairing itself, and that could be the secret to the fountain of youth. Thanks for allowing me to share my thoughts and experiences with you ❤️