On the mild side of Wilde

Stopped at a favourite watering hole for the pint that refreshes on the way back from London.  The Three Horseshoes  is conveniently placed about half way home, just after leaving the M11 to take the direct and pretty way home. After a hard day in the office, it's good to unwind and collect my thoughts before trundling back across the slow country lanes. It's a very old hostelry, no doubt a stagecoach stop long before Stansted; possibly even before stagecoaches. It's the sort of place the Romans might have used after a hard day's road building. They have a selection of ales from microbreweries, and change at least one every week. Today they had one I hadn't seen before: Oscar Wilde, a mild beer, yet brimming with a dark quality that glinted mysteriously in the low light. A most delicious ale, worth capturing, as I will probably never meet it again.

Working into retirement definitely has some purpose with stops like these, and makes a journey to London well worth the effort. The work's good too, though travelling on the tube in the rush hour grows more challenging each year, with the crush of elbows and knees on spots that are more tender, and legs that grow tireder with the standing, becomes ever more intense.