By including this photo, I think I prove I have no pride. That’s me, after a slip on the ice, on the shoulders of my son. I even lost my cast cozy for a moment, phew!
We made it safely into the pub and up the flight of stairs with 3 turns, where we could enjoy a wide variety of locally brewed beer. I missed hitting my head on a swinging sign and 3 walls by an inch.
The walk back to the car was much easier for me (and my son since the car was a lot closer)!
Me being hauled into the pub
Ha ha ha ha! 😀 From the looks of those beers it was certainly worth the effort (and from what I hear the boutique beers are the only ones worth drinking in the US).
I shall raise my Boags Draught in a toast to your recovery. 🙂
LikeLike