Took the Virgin train from Manchester to Euston this morning and sat across from a grandmother and her twenty something grand daughter who were traveling to London because their daughter/mother was being awarded a high honor in the city of London for service to the military. We chatted about their town, Knutson. They helped me navigate my way through a British breakfast (black pudding — really?) and wonderful small talk as quintessentialy British as you could ever imagine. It was delightful. I also learned about Ms. Gaskell from Knutson who knitted cozys for cow udders because she found them offensive (more research to do here). Train, heave on to Euston and I find myself doing homework at the British Library waiting for my hotel room at the Wesley to be ready. Next off to Camden Town to see the market which became to overwhelming and crowded. So, off now to find and enjoy my new favorite beer. Introduced to me at the Old Wellington (across the street from Harvey Nich's) in Manchester. The Camden Brewery is just .2 miles from where I stood and currently, where I sit writing this post. I'll drink tea with the taste of the Thames tomorrow.
Camden Town Tube 9JUN2017
Hells yeah!
9JUN2017