Last night Taney & I were invited to the home of John and Beth for a dinner party, with three other couples. The stone built house sitting on the side of a gently sloping green hill was warm and inviting.
I had the pleasant opportunity to meeting John and Beth a couple of months ago at our church society Friday supper. Friday supper is an old tradition in the Bryn Athyn Society that together with our other friends, once a month, we have made every effort to attend.
One of our hosts "hobbies" is home brewing. Not from one of those awful kits that you can buy in the supermarkets for a couple of quid that tastes "rough" and has consequences for drinking the stuff. No, John served up some great beer, great for this side of the pond anyhow.
Perhaps the general ambience helped. The lower level of the house was set last night with a roaring fire in the fireplace, there was a small bar and two stools to one side with comfortable seats to quaff the beer and feel the heat from the fire.
Both my wife and the wife of another guest who also happens to be English exclaimed how much this looked like an old pub. I could not agree more. Add a few old horse brasses, a large mirror engraved with a beer company and a couple of watercolors of fox hunting in merry old England and you would have the type of bar that I used to travel miles into the depths of Hertfordshire to find, located of the highways and byways and snuck into the little narrow lanes that only joined one small village to another smaller hamlet.
The whole evening was charming.
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