Thursday, 2 May 2013
No spring lambs harmed in the creation of this post.
I'd better explain. The road signifies my meandering route during Thursday, on the way to meet with blog friend Debra. I decided to make my journey to the north a diagonal one through the Peak District, so that I could stop off on en route for a visit.
Our little group had arranged to meet - as usual to sort out our real names, and to go to a certain pub, which I will describe as idyllically in the middle of no-where.
That's when we found the interesting element on the menu. Turn away faint hearted or vegetarians. It was Lamb Henry. OK, I thought lambs were kind of 'Lamb 47', but this did add a different dimension. The waitress wasn't phased and when we enquired she explained that Henrietta was also waiting in the kitchen. That was until she gave the real explanation, which I won't provide here - although it is easy to google and comes with mint and rosemary.
So here's a picture from my wandering around the Peaks - Please note the spring lamb in the picture is fully functional.
And then, when I arrived at my next more northern hotel stop, I was slightly surprised to see the complementary shampoo and conditioners.
They seemed to be trying to tell me something.