What the Dickens? – Part III (A Tale of a Couple of Cities)
Stepping off the train at Waverley Station, I was immediately blasted in the face by the pungent smell of brewing… Auld Reekie was going to be my home for the next three years.
Stepping off the train at Waverley Station, I was immediately blasted in the face by the pungent smell of brewing… Auld Reekie was going to be my home for the next three years.
I had four destinations in mind, two of which I knew would have cask ale available, but the other two required much crossing of fingers.
Our Queens would have frowned on that sort of thing, you know.
Charles Dickens and I have a long-shared history of pubs.