No flash this week because my end of week was rather more frantic than I anticipated.

Last night was spent having dinner with M & C. They were over from New Zealand and so we met for dinner in Borough at the rather fantastic George Inn, a national trust building and the only surviving galleried coaching inn in London.

It was really good to hang out with M & C for a few hours and catch up with them about what they’d been doing since we’d seen them last. They both looked well and I must confess to a twitch of envy at some of the stops still to come on their trip. I think I’m getting keen for a trip although my bank manager probably has other ideas.

The pub itself was really busy but also bursting with character. We enjoyed a brief drink in the middle bar that used to be the coffee room and hang out of Charles Dickens before wandering upstairs to the restaurant for a steak. Definitely worth a visit if you’re in the area and if it’s a Friday or Saturday you’re within a stone’s throw of Borough market – foodie heaven: trust me.

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