Despite the disappointment of having our flight to Barcelona cancelled (eased considerably by the tapas Shelly’s aunt treated us to in Nottingham…known for its Spanish food, of course), spending Christmas day in Clifton ended up being wonderful, and I imagine a lot more fun than celebrating in my minimalist dorm room in Nantes, comfortable as it may be. The day was executed expertly, though was much more elaborate than any of my family Christmases, where the guests number no more than three (me, ma, pa). But in Clifton, the plates of cookies and sweets are endless and it was entirely … Continue reading A very Clifton Christmas
After days of wanting nothing else than to head south, Shelly and I somehow wound up in a car (aaah! left side of the road!) heading further north into the English countryside. We ended up in Clifton, just outside of Nottingham, with some more of Shelly’s lovely family. After a pleasant but cold (but not pleasantly cold) day in downtown Nottingham, Shelly and I settled down with hot chocolates here, at Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem. It’s an inn built right into the mountain but despite its stone walls, it was still a cozy spot to be at dusk. Continue reading Nottingham?