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On our last day in England this past spring before we headed for Heathrow Airport, we met My Beloved Brit’s friends at, what else, a classic British Pub. Some of his oldest friends had gathered from Australia and England, and of course America, and met around a table for fish’n’chips, a pint and talk and laughter. It reminded him, I think, that as much as he loved America, he missed his old mates.
We had arrived in the village of Heybridge Basin a bit early and decided to take a walk around. From the moment we strolled up the bank from the parking area, I knew we were someplace special.
We walked down to the River Blackwater. There was lots to see.
We headed out along the seawall as clouds gathered.
It was just perfect to watch the boats coming and going as we walked up the seawall.
We hurriedly worked back along the river to meet up for lunch at the pub before the rain clouds came overhead.
Nothing like lunch in a nice cozy pub when the rain clouds gather.
I am back in the UK next week to research locations for a destination’s workshop I want to offer in the autumn of 2013. It is tentatively titled “A Creative Journey: How to find Inspiration in Travel”. I am looking at Bath, one of my favorite cities and a huge art center in the UK, for the venue. Will keep you posted as it evolves.