Come in, pull up a chair, relax, sample the ale and read stories, trifles and anecdotes from Olden Times.
Monday, 23 July 2012
middle of the 19th century, Arthur Gibbs gives a Victorian view of dream
of escaping London.
London is becoming miserably hot and dusty; everybody who can get away is
rushing off, north, south, east and west, some to the seaside, others to
pleasant country houses. Who will fly with me westwards to the land of golden
sunshine and silvery trout streams, the land of breezy uplands and valleys
nestling under limestone hills, where the scream of the railway whistle is
seldom heard and the smoke of the factory darkens not the long summer days?