Last Saturday, I set out for a 30‑minute walk from my flat to a corner of the town that most people skip because it’s tucked between a bakery and a florist. I found a tiny, oak‑panelled pub called The Grey Goose.
Last Saturday, I set out for a 30‑minute walk from my flat to a corner of the town that most people skip because it’s tucked between a bakery and a florist. I found a tiny, oak‑panelled pub called The Grey Goose.