Lunch yesterday, at the Iron Duke in Hampshire:
The place is so named because it's on the Duke of Wellington's estate. The current Duke lives just a few kilometers away in a somewhat modest house (at least according to Queen Victoria) whose driveway is 5 km long.
Walking to and from lunch looked like this:
I ended the day at the Southampton Arms as I typically do at least once when visiting the UK. Shortly after arriving and opening a packet of crisps, Marty here came over to investigate:
His attitude toward me shifted a bit when I wouldn't give him any:
I'm flying home this afternoon to my own dog and my own bed, two things I really miss.