Only the best people get to marry a Newbury girl… and Prince William.
I met my life’s partner on the road from Scotland when I rolled up in Reading in the Royal County of Berkshire
So why have I taken a detour down Memory Lane.
Well, because I have been guided there by my friends in the Great West Way?
Along the canal
Where you’ll be able to visit such architectural gems as Henry VIII’s pleasure dome Hampton House.
And his great-great-grand whatever Betty’s Windsor with its castle, and Kintbury royalty in Her Sadieness, the wife.
The Kennet & Avon Canal runs through the bottom of her old family home’s garden where they had a little rowing boat moored there.
Where we took many a gentle journey during our courtship (very English Victorian, eh) along.
When we weren’t in her local boozer, the Dundas Arms.
Which was where my parents stayed on the eve of our wedding up at the local church.
A permanent union
I had a specially-commissioned painting made up for Herself when we relocated to Ireland as a thank you for the work she had done on our new home.
And it is with me now in my lounge in North Berwick, south of Edinburgh.
So that a little corner of Her England is always with us.
For verdant Kintbury in West Berkshire which has a towpath to Hungerford Common and the town.
And for much else including Avebury and Stonehenge, Jane Austen’s Bath and Isambard Kingdom Brunel’s Bristol then check out the Great West Way site.
Now for an afternoon snooze under our painting… I can almost hear David ask if I want my usual, a pint of Courage Bitter.