Here are some things that only ever happen in England.
1. Master thatchers.
(Photo of The Red Lion Pub in the village of Avebury which claims to be the only pub in the world enclosed by a stone circle … and Europe’s largest stone circle at that)
2, Gentlemen operating heavy equipment dressed in a classy suit-jacket & cap.
(Photo taken in Camden Town, London)
3. An eccentric gentlemen named Alistair who picks your colonial cousin accent out of the crowd and takes you on a random, whirlwind tour/pub-crawl of Exeter.
(Photos taken in front of Exeter‘s main square & cathedral)
4. Taking Copious amounts of self-timer portraits in churches & cathedrals.
Sometimes when all you’ve been photographing for months are music related subjects you go for a stroll up Primrose Hill in London, England and find yourself uncontrollably & ravenously stalking cute old men, children, and puppies with your camera.
There was something so impressive about the Lincoln Cathedral (in Lincoln, UK) that my normal cathedral numbness was replaced by the serious intention of going to church the next morning to hear what a religious service and a real, live choir sounded like in such an epic building.
Alas, I forgot how early church starts and I instead joined the church-goers for post-service coffee (at quite possibly the only decent coffee joint in the entire country – Coffee Aroma).
Behold a small series of photos that upon first gaze may appear like your standard Brighton beach shots … but upon closer inspection may reveal such mysteries as a couple making out way over yonder in the rain dusk, a flock of feathered soldiers about to descend upon the ice cream licking pier-goers, or Mister Quincy and his right-hand lady Righty getting undressed and re-dressed during a hard day’s photoshoot (to learn more about Mister Quincy click here).
The land where fries are called chips, chips are called crisps, panties are called pants, and pants are called trousers.
It’s been a whirlwind week … 7 gigs, 4 radio shows, 1 malfunctioning rental car, 1 violent roadside vomit, 2 colds, too little sleep, too many pints, and heaps of wonderful folks. Needless to say, this is the first time I’ve had half a moment to open ye olde laptop for some good old fashioned phlogging.
I have lots to catch up on, so I figured the best way to start would be with a series of random photos from our first week across the pond (on Miss Quincy‘s 2011 UK/Euro Tour, that is).
Zafira
Behold the aforementioned malfunctioning rental car. Zafira was with us for less than a day before her inner computer decided to go bonkers and make the throttle stick while on the Motorway into Glasgow during rush hour. RIP Zafira, nice getting acquainted with driving on the left side of the road with you.
Hats Meet Sharan
The Ponto and Quincy hats riding through a jolly gorgeous day in England on the dashboard of Sharan – our trusty new minivan-esque upgrade from Zafira the feisty mental machine.
Cruising Through Cumbria
Taking a wee roadside wee stop on the rainy, yet still gorgeous road through Cumbria.
Cheeseheads
One of my greatest gripes about living in Canada is the exorbitant cost of many of the things I enjoy most in life – like wine and cheese. So, instead of going without I just go to Europe once a year. In the photo below you’ll find a mouthwatering feast of Wensleydale with Cranberry (£1.39), Organic Cumberland Smoked Cheddar (£1.45 at 50% off = £0.72), Cornish Yarg (£2.05), and Cumberland Smoked (£2.38).
Ribble Valley
Looking surprisingly much less haggard than we actually are during a countryside cruise through Ribble Valley.
Beer
I have acquired far more photos of beer than is probably healthy for one’s collection in the past week, thanks in part to other JP’s mission to try (and blog about) as many different beers as she can. Here is just a teaser photo.
Ladies & gentlemen, welcome to most magical pub in the Universe – The Bassetts Arms.
It’s a pub that has a top secret location, a pub where the beer flows free, both in quantity & cost, and a pub that never has a closed sign on its door.
Behind the scenes at the Patriots Motorcycle Club in Crumlin, Wales. Also known as the night we woke up to discover a man named Digga bunked down with us.
Rutland Water – one of the largest artificial lakes in all of Europa. A valley was flooded in 1975 to make this reservoir and recreational facility. As the museum in the church below proudly states: “Only 23 houses had to be demolished”.
St. Matthew’s church is from Normanton, one of the villages that was flooded. It was to be demolished during the flooding, but following a public outcry had an embankment built around it and was left jutting out into the water’s edge.
(Photo taken in Camden Town, London) 
