Across the river from Wivenhoe is the beautifully proportioned village of Rowhedge, where lies Ye Olde Albion public house.
After working, yes WORKING, on a bank holiday Monday, 'Erindoors and I went down to sit on the Boat For My Potplants. We'd only been there a few minutes when we got itchy feet.
'Let's go over to The Albion for a pint, and let's go on the canoe', The Lovely Jane suggested.
Who was I to disagree? So off we went, had our pint of Shalford ( a local brew from my sister's village of - you guessed it - Shalford), and very nice it was too.
Then, it was a quick paddle back to Wivenhoe, another village that is even more beautifully proportioned.
After working, yes WORKING, on a bank holiday Monday, 'Erindoors and I went down to sit on the Boat For My Potplants. We'd only been there a few minutes when we got itchy feet.
'Let's go over to The Albion for a pint, and let's go on the canoe', The Lovely Jane suggested.
Who was I to disagree? So off we went, had our pint of Shalford ( a local brew from my sister's village of - you guessed it - Shalford), and very nice it was too.
Then, it was a quick paddle back to Wivenhoe, another village that is even more beautifully proportioned.
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