Were you there?

To Autumn Season of Mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit that round the thatched-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd and plump the hazel […]

It’s just a Saturday ritual my dear; So have no fear And let’s be clear, I’m not gallivanting, I’ve no bird in tow, Think of it more Like I’m off to a show; I’ll be back before you know. And yes the pub is also part Of the ritual we must trek, But please take […]