We took a walk in the wilds of Berkshire this weekend with our dear friend Mary-Berry (almost her real name :). It was a real adventure into the heart of British village life, starting with visiting the place where villagers have to come morning and night to draw water for their baths. We’ve always known that Brits love their animals; apparently, they love them so much that they occasionally abandon the neutering process halfway through.
There are some truly impressive manor houses, often overlooking a village. After all, someone’s got to monitor the rebellious masses.
A minute or so later, he got trapped in between barbed wire and the trenches. It’s a warzone in Berkshire, I tell you.
We finished off the day gargoyle-spotting, a common Berkshire pastime. I found one!