I had a shit weekend.
Far from being in a pleasant rural area, it was a place of unrestrained urban sprawl.
There was no atmosphere.
The local buildings had no character.
The scenery wasn't much cop.
There was nothing worth going to visit.
Not even any decent walking routes.
The weather was terrible.
The pace of life was way too hectic.
I couldn't relax.
My accommodation was nowhere near a pub.
Thank goodness that wasn't this weekend though - as you can see from the photos everything was just fine and dandy. I found out when I arrived that I was staying at Willersey, a charming little place: pleasant, scenic and very relaxed. The last picture is through the doorway of my accommodation (which was lovely) looking across to the pub. I'd thought I was staying inside the pub but it was a separate little building less than a weakling's stone's throw away. I'd warmly recommend it to anyone.
The only odd thing about the weekend was, as I went for a late night wander round after several delicious pints of ale, I was sure I could see sparks and flashing lights in a clearing in the trees. In my semi-inebriated state, the only thing I could think was that this seemed to be consistent with spot-welding or arc-welding.