More to the point
I just drove around town confirming, for the six billionth time, that there is no such thing as good cider up here.
The obvious solution is to return to England, yes?
So: who wants to walk Hadrian’s Wall with me next summer? I’m serious. I’ve wanted to do this since I found out they opened a National Pathway along the wall. Let’s go!
Another S says 25 May 2007
I went to a little smoky pub here in Tallahassee (getting my last bar hopping in before moving to *very* rural Kentucky) and they had three different ciders ... *on tap!* I couldn’t help but think of you. Who knows how many different bottled varieties they might have had. I would have looked, but I wasn’t seeing very clearly at the time.
X-)