There are many things that I miss when I'm travelling. They range from important emotional stuff like family and friends, through vague conceptual stuff like stability and comfort right down to trivial day-to-day stuff like beer and cheese.
Hang on a minute. Beer and cheese? Where can you go in the world where you can't get beer and cheese? I could point out that while cheese is available everywhere there are rather a lot of places where you can't get beer – at least not without a concomitant risk of imprisonment. Nevertheless that's not what I meant. I like my beer and cheese. I can wander down to my fridge now, open the door and find half a dozen different cheeses. I can turn around, open the cupboard under the worktop and find thirty bottles of beer from a dozen different breweries. And that's what I meant. Of course I can get beer and cheese but it isn't what I call beer and cheese. Now in most of
I was holding forth on this very subject last week when I spent a couple of sessions at the thirty-third
As we drove into
For the next few days we explored
Manu and I had been bickering, in a rather friendly way, for months about which beer was better – British or Belgian. I bought a bottle of