Another London night

Last night was another night of pubbing, which doesn’t make for wildly exciting posts. But the pub itself was pretty cool-looking. Check it out:


It’s called the Clachan, which means “hamlet,” and is derived from Scots Gaelic. (So says Merriam-Webster).

This morning, my landlord came by and, among other things, declared the bed unfixable. Ah, well. It was good to actually meet him, and he seems like a really nice man. And I think he’s right about the bed.