Ours was a riverside inn The Miller of Mansfield (it sounds like it should be in the Canterbury Tales) but yours will be special to you, where you ask Be my British Valentine.
For those who know their Britain they’ll think The Miller is in Derbyshire in the English Midlands.
And that’s where I took my English rose on our first evening of gridlock (sorry wedlock).
Sip it up: Married life
The Royal County, of course, boasts a host of plush hotels from which to choose.
And many of them I’ve had my nose up to the glass.
They are where you can keep warm and cosy which is I guess why the Stelrad Radiator Group dropped this sample of Valentine Hotel offerings in my inbox.
A Royal welcome
Green for go: English countryside
Cliveden House is just seven miles from the Queen’s pad in Windsor and will treat you like a king or a queen.
On stunning acres of woodland and sprawling verdant countryside there are stunning views for your romantic walks.
While the more adventurous can try clay shooting, archery and art before relaxing in the spas.
A Club Room starts from £445, a Classic Room from £545 and a Hot Tub Room at £845.
Cornish, ooh aye
On the coast: Beautiful Cornwall
Now there is a whole generation of new converts to Cornwall.
Thanks to the second coming of Raaaaas Poldark and Demelza, a favourite of my Dear Old Mum back in the day.
And the Hotel Tresanton in the South Cornish village of St Mawes offers us all a window into that world.
A Conde Nast Traveller Readers’ Choice Award Winner 2021 no less, Hotel Tresanton.
Can’t promise you’ll see the dashing, shirtless Ross on your travels.
But your stay will cost from £470 including a candlelit dinner, champagne, flowers, cream tea for two and breakfast in bed.
But celebs such as Westlife (mmm) Alexandra Burke, Emma Thompson, Dan Brown and Christopher Lloyd trudge (or are dropped off by limo) at the top of the Royal Mile.
It’s one of those annoying Government buzzwords so let’s claim it back with a Rainy Days and Songdays Green Lighting megamix around the world. Our favourite songs with ‘green’ in the title and the countries where they transport us.
As a recruiting call for Ireland our pals at Tourism Ireland would have been proud as in true singer style Johnny namechecks everywhere on the Emerald Island.
Quite who the girl from Tipperary town with the lips like eiderdown is Johnny would never say, perhaps because June would have killed him.
The old rogue Burns was pure rock’n’roll and could pen a lyric and a tune which is probably why he is held in such high regard by the greatest singer-songwriters of the latter half of the 20th century.
With Bob Dylan, no less, crediting the Scot as his greatest inspiration.
The Milanese Verdi had the support of Gaetano Donizetti from nearby Bergamo whom he visited in Vienna which, of course, was the capital of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
And that included Bohemia, or the current-day Czech Republic where the thing to do when you’re in Prague is take in a production at the opera house.
Every nation sacrificed its most promising generation in No Man’s Land but for those from the furthest outposts of Empire… well, it just seems to be all the more pointless to modern sensibilities.
Eric Bogle, a Scots-born Australian, explores the pyschological cost to one survivor ‘young Willie McBride’. And it was all the more poignant after I’d seen the statue of the Scots soldier in northern France.
The story goes that the Stax house band were waiting around for the Sun artist and rockabilly singer Billy Lee Riley to turn up and developed the song.
And why Green Onions? Well Booker T. Jones self-deprecatingly said it was because green onions were the nastiest thing he could think of and something you could throw away. We never would.
Either way it’s flag-waving, Americana. And even if you don’t know the song you’ll recognise the tune.
Particularly if you’re a fan of Celtic FC who famously play in green and white hoops and who have adapted the song and lyrics into a favourite fans’ song With a Four-leaf Clover on My Breast.
The evergreen Cliff belts this one out from the Seventies.
The Peter Pan of Pop who was born in India, grew up in England, and has had homes in Portugal and Barbados, though he is selling up in Bim (and yes I’m interested).
The Grapes, Sheffield: And another Son and Heir related hostelry.
And where his favourite band The Arctic Monkeys played their first gig in their home city.
And which we had to seek out on a return trip where we namedropped to try to get a free drink… the father-in-law, of course, who hails from Steel City.