Days Remaining to Next Beer: 352
While we spent a short time in White Horse, we made the most of our time there, exploring the landscape, getting the lay of the land, watching the cattle slowly graze along the valley floor laced with ribbons of morning mist. It's the sort of place where people stop by the tavern to see if anyone has seen a loose horse run by and to confirm the time for the Rugby finals to be shown on the big screen the next night in the tavern.
We visited a horse farm where I ran amok snapping loads of pictures around the barns barns and sheds with my 12" pal while the Missus and my friends checked out the horses and chat with the stable owner's daughter. And with horses there come a regular occurrence of horse droppings dotting the landscape. Boomer loves horses, and loves their deposits even more. Can you tell I'm writing this sitting in an airport in Montreal, and that I miss our 100 pound mutt?
The property had more than horse stables, though, and that's what made me so excited. Sarah and David had firmly instructed me to bring my1/6th scale pal along for the excursion, and once there assured me that since their wonderful little cottage belonged to the wonderful family that owned the ranch, for lack of a better term, we had free run of the place as long as nothing ended up collapsing or on fire. And so I and my 12 inch mascot began to explore the work sheds and barns and fence rows and storage buildings, discovering new and exciting things around every turn.
For one outings, our friends took us to a public house of some regional notoriety, the Prince of Wales in Shrivenham. Walking in we passed a gent wearing a t-shirt that on the back asked the obvious question, how's my drinking? Inside the place I learned that the shirt is a strange sort of promotional traveling gnome sort of thing, that folks that like the place buy the shirt, and when they travel to places abroad, they send back photos for the owner / operator to hang up on the wall of fame / shame.
The management felt this would help demonstrate to the locals a benefit of only serving crisps or chips in bags from companies using the newer corn based bags that are supposed to be bio-degradable, meaning, the bags will also burn away clean and possibly look really cool doing so.