Christopher’s stepfather, Peter, goes to stay with some friends of his in mid-Wales for a week’s holiday most summers. To get there, he pretty much has to drive past the end of my road, so we try to meet up for a pub lunch either on his way there or as a stop on the drive back home again. This year, the dates worked out that he was only driving past me mid-week, on a day that I absolutely had to be in work. So that rather limited our dining options to pubs that have reasonably quick service and are extremely close to work. In the end I plumped for the Bluebell Inn, which has absolutely no pretensions to being a gastropub, but does honest food at a reasonable price, and is big enough that we could have a corner to ourselves and talk without having to shout at each other to be heard. The food was nothing to write home about, but was perfectly acceptable, and it was good to see Peter again and catch up properly.
He brought me news of Christopher’s Tree which he dedicated a few years back at his local Woodland Trust site. It’s now a decent sized young tree, and looks pretty healthy. Here’s a recent photo which Peter took of it.
Christopher’s Tree – summer 2015
