Thursday, July 12, 2012

Effingham

Just a short recollection of today as I sit in heathrow airport about to depart for Ireland! Wokeup fed my face with a tonne of delicous food at the gorgeous little pub/b&b' hit the road and visited the home of the famous queen- Anne Boleyn. It was a very imposing castle. Then had a less than average lunch at a little cafe in leather head. Dead set the British rival the weirdness of town names. We in Australia may have indigenous names. New Zealand has maori towns namesakes. But Britain tops it. The names we have seen are simply illogical and just asking to be taken out of context. For instance in Australia there is a town called Rockingham, we simply call it the swinging pig, so when we drove through a town called Effingham... Well I think you can do the maths. Time to go! X

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