You can’t come to England without having a ‘proper’ Sunday pub lunch somewhere along the way.
Linda is pictured here with her sister-in-law Ruth, making decisions about the wonderful freshly cooked meat on display.
Our Eccleshall family said we just had to go to the The Royal Oaks for their Sunday carvery and we were not disappointed.
The landlady gets up at 5.30am on a Sunday to make sure she gets the meat cooked in time for commencement of the lunch session at 12 noon.
The meat comes from the butcher who just happens to have a shop next door and he just happens to have his own slaughter house so that was a pretty good guarantee all would be well.
The man serving the meat was an engineer by trade. He works his regular job in Manchester Monday to Friday and considers it worth his while to travel to Eccleshall each weekend to do this job so he can save money for a deposit on a house.
Pictured here he is serving roast lamb to Linda. He apologised that the meat was falling apart but that was probably the best thing that could have happened. It was beautiful and gave our New Zealand lamb a run for its money.
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I'm enjoying your posts a great deal. It's fun to see the glimpses of village life.
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