The heavy rain and single digit temperatures did nothing to motivate me for the day’s run. But, Jackie was off to Bath for an appointment and this would be a good opportunity to spend the day in the countryside so off I fucked to Solihull to start the long route.
A quarter mile in, I realised I didn’t bring any gloves with me so I headed to the charity shops at the edge of the shopping district. On the way, I was tempted into pub stop #1 of the day, the White Swan.
It was packed with rugby fans watching the World Cub match between England and New Zealand. Very tempted to stay for the finish, I dutifully went out, bought my gloves, and almost immediately got lost. This would be the theme of the day — well, being lost and suffering hypothermia.
Oh, yeah. Numerology: this is pub #2357, near the hospital where Jackie works. I met her when I was 23. I’m now 57. Spooky.
Next up, Red Lion in Knowle.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 
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