Splurged on a winery tour with Danielle aka “Canada,” but made a priceless friend in Beryl. She “loved the way Oregon talks” and I felt the same about her. This resulted in an open invite, “Just off the M6 take exit 23 and it’s the third house from the end.” if I’m ever in England, I’ll be there with bells on. Even though I was warned there could be no hanky panky.
Miss you Beryl!
