Merry England.

 I'm in Worcester staying with my cousin. Last night on our way home, we decided to pop into a local pub. This isn't any pub, but one over 600 years old and still serving the good people of Worcester. Up a steep set of stairs into the first floor and you are back in Merry England. There are oak beans a plenty and a rather low ceiling, so you bend down, not to bang your head. Can you imagine the many thousands of customers - who have spent their time there? Getting drunk, telling stories, celebrating births and deaths, just sitting and passing the time of day with friends or family. Perhaps the occasional fight or rowdy party that gets out of control. Like a scene from the Canterbury Tales or from Shakespeare's Henry IV, part 1- where some Falstaffian character could jump out on you. How privileged we are to live in Merry England.