|Pie & Liquor has its roots in the 1800's|
Pie and Trains, lack there of..
Dear reader, I'm in the back of a car as I write. It's lovely being a passenger but the reason is we once again have train strikes. Yesterday I worked at home and it happened to be the first day in over three weeks that I hadn't left the house. Restful.
Today a colleague is driving Needlework Natalie, (I wrote about her last year) and I across Sussex and Surrey in a determined effort to get us into the office.
In other news Mr Him and I went out to lunch with my mother on Saturday. She recommended a fabulous burger and pie bar, ironically called Oxney Pie and Burger Bar.
Here is my pie, served with an individual gravy boat. It was a very chunky steak and ale pie.
The mats were maps of the local area as it would have been a few hundred years ago before the marshes were marshes and the sea level fell. Towns such as Rye, where I grew up, were islands and ripe for smuggler pickings.
Mr Him was in his element, his element being beer.
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