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Illustration
No.21
The Red Lion
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Jeff and I travelled on to Avebury and spent two nights
at The Red Lion, a medieval inn situated within the heart
of the Avebury megalithic site. I had imagined The Red
Lion to be the Druid version of the classic American biker
bar, but it turned out to be a sport biker bar, which
subtracted from the mystique but I suppose its all
right.
The
Red Lion was where I (momentarily) gave up one of the
trips great pleasuresthe full English breakfast.
For those of you who haven't experienced an English breakfast,
youll have to be satisfied imagining a plateful
of eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, baked beans, toast,
and toasts less health-conscious cousin fried bread.
After wolfing down this gutbusting meal three days running,
I opted for a bowl of cereal and some fruit my first morning
at the Red Lion. That night I had a terrific steak and
ale pie, and I was back with the program the next morning
with another full breakfast.
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