A real British Boozer. How can you not visit.
Me. I love a good old British Pub. You will have to be of a certain age to appreciate what I am talking about here. I’m not talking about the fancy wine bars and soulless chain establishments found on today’s high streets, but the good old British Boozer of yester year. These drinking emporiums, were to be found tucked in side street, nestling down a country lane or on the prom at the seaside. Drink, fun and community spirit, was their motto, along with good old sing songs, folk music and a general feeling of togetherness. The only food found in these hives of happiness was a pickled egg and maybe a dried up cheese roll! Hey ho, how times have changed.
In the UK it is estimated that one pub closes down, every twelve hours. I didn’t think I would ever have the…
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