pubbing with the outlaws

Is there a better way to spend one's last day in England than with a good ol' pint of beer and a pub lunch?  I think not.

Especially if it is at the Mason's Arms in Bury St. Edmunds, on a warm end-of-summer day, in the pretty courtyard and with Mil and Fil.

And it is especally welcome the day after a cloudy afternoon that I spend wandering around Suffolk fields and villages by foot, returning home hours later with sore back, feet and hips.

And it is a wonderful last day event given the following day Mr.B would arrive at about 5:45am to move us and our luggage in his comfortable taxi to Gatwick airport, where for the first time in I think ever we have overweight luggage and have to pay for the excess.



Mil with her usual pasta



Fil with his usual blow-your-head-off-hot curry

 

 So cheers!  To a most memorable trip.