On Tuesday night we met a former Brunel classmate of Robin's, Kelly, and her husband James, for dinner at Ask, an Italian restaurant in downtown Uxbridge. Great company. Delicious meal. Super nice couple.
Wednesday we made two trips to the Brunel campus. Our timing was lucky on one of the trips and we caught the U3 bus at the half-way point.
"Please mind your head" mates. As we walked back from Robin's night class we thought we should stop at a pub for a farewell cider. Our usual, The Metropolitan, was crowded so we went a few doors up the street to The Queen's Head.
I've mentioned The Queens Head before. Been here since the mid-1500s. Probably burned down once or twice over the years and rebuilt.
A lovely lady kept making eyes at me. I love pubs.
Portrait of a Queen's Head barmaid.
The walk back to our flat takes through the ready-for-bed Uxbridge town centre.
On the walk back to our flat, walking along a small side street, we grab a night shot of a Dual Carriageway sign. Across the street, just out of view, is the Gardeners Arms pub. Last night when we passed the pub, I went inside to inspect the loo while Robin waited outside on the patio. When I came out she was sitting at a table chatting with a guy that had just been in a knife fight, his right arm pretty messed up and bloody, his face was bruised and scratched, his nose looked unusually flat. He wanted a light for his cigarette, but we didn't have one. When Robin asked if he was OK, he said "It alright. No worries. Just part of the tour." I missed a photo op here, dangit. Especially when he asked Robin for a kiss. Oh well. Next time. Like he said, "Just part of the tour."
