A few weeks ago, everyone piled into the car for a weekend in the countryside to celebrate my birthday. Our plan was to visit Stonehenge and Bath before ending up just across the border of Wales, where we’d tool around for two days before heading home.
We’d barely made it outside of the city limits when the hubby and I started chatting about all the different recommendations that have been thrown our way since we moved to London. British people are rightfully very proud of their country. Inevitably a conversation with a local, whether it’s someone I’m befriending or just the cashier at the grocery store, ends up with a slew of names I’ve never heard before being thrown at me.