Originally posted by cailin maith
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I was working in Dartford, staying in a travellodge about 3 miles out of town, and there was absolutely nothing to do. it was block of cheese, pickles and ten cans in the room every night.
Then I realised there was a railway crossing near the back of the hotel, with a little village on the other side. There was a pub with a lovely beer garden, it has a big trellis fence covered in climbing roses, the scents were fantastic.
I spent three months in that quiet beer garden, doing my sudukio, watching the lazy bees, and getting quietly pissed in the sunshine. fantastic.
It was London, but definately not the city
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