We had many great chats, some lovely meals, some fun touristy journeys through London and a visit to our church. It went by way too quickly, and did result in some tears at the end, but T sure is happy that it happened.
But before T starts weeping on her keyboard, she is going to tell you about the restaurant that we just had to take them to.
The restaurant is called The Spaniards Inn and it is found right near beautiful Hampstead Heath. The Inn was built around 1585, and the upstairs room, where we ate, is exactly as it was then. Amazing! The floors are slopey, the ceiling is low, the glass in the windows is hand-blown and most of the floors and walls are wooden. It is so atmospheric that T imagines if you were left there alone in the middle of the night, you would probably start to feel a little jittery.
We travelled there by taxi as well, which is always a treat, as British cab drivers are so knowledgeable.
There are no photos of the food because, as usual, Traveller was way too excited to think about taking a photo - and just dove right in!
Yes, it is tremendously difficult to get a photo of husband without a face like that.
photo of spaniards inn via flickr