Late is the hour that we realize that the bandages we keep have been infecting the injuries we've feared exposing to the elements.

Of all the things in which we have,
Our time is close to none.
Thus, we're judged on what we do,
And therefore what we've done.

Excuse my vulgarity, but I've always felt the term "polling station" would be a better euphemism for a brass house.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the stunning Grade II listed 14th Century crypt located in The George Vaults #Pub in #Rochester, #Kent. I was given access to cover this historical treasure in an episode for @LostAndLivingPubs. You can hire this space for events, and the pub itself has a huge garden with an orante marquee, making this location incredibly special for weddings or parties. You can even see the medieval crypt has its own charming little bar. As the town is INCREDIBLY historic, other crypts still exist in the area, including those beneath the Crown Inn, the Old Vicarage and the Bishop’s Palace. I will post a couple more images below. Follow me and
@BritainsPubs/@lostandlivingpubs for more of the same and to keep up with our docuseries and upcoming tours. 🤝

To this day, 16th-century brickwork aesthetically surpasses the most expensive of modern architecture.

I'll take the greatest meal on earth over your flashy French or Italian slop. You keep your snails we'll keep the most superior meal to ever exist. 🍽

Barnet, sorted.

When you turn up at your friends wedding to discover they're all Neck Oil drinking lime bike enthusiasts.

Our pain is either our strength, or our demise