John came back from work and took me to lunch on that first day at a little pub called the Black Bull in the village of Brampton, where I experienced my first English chicken and mushroom "pie", like an American pot pie, and my first pear "cider."
That night we had dinner in the cutest little pub, The Brampton Mill, in Huntingdon. It turns out I had the completely wrong idea of what a pub was. They vary from local neighborhood bars to full sit down restaurants. There is a pub in probably every neighborhood, like we used to have corner grocery stores in the states. Here they have pubs within walking distance where the locals hang out for entertainment, socializing, eating and drinking. You don't have to walk far to hit one.
We had beautiful views of the River Great Ouse that ran right beside the restaurant.
I had a delicious pulled pork lasagna after appetizers of bread and olives.
I loved this shot of the moon's reflection and I also caught the train flying by in the background. You have to click on the picture to see it larger.
I was fortunate enough to sleep through the night on my first night, so I adjusted well to the time zone change. We are 5 hours ahead of the Eastern time zone.