You want to see a few more of my travel pictures, don’t you? Yesterday, we got on the Seven Oaks line leaving Victoria Station, and ended up at Bromley South, where we were met by our faithful native guide, Robin Levett. He drove us through narrow, winding country roads to the tiny town of Downe. Downe is very picturesque and old country English, but we left it (after refreshing ourselves at the pub, which seems to be a mandatory tradition here, and after meeting Louis, another gentleman who joined us on our journey) to walk a mile or so down another narrow, tree- and hedge-lined road to end up at a certain country squire’s fine old home.
Here, Larry Moran and I stopped at the entrance, to pose with a picture of the prior owner.
The house is large and well-maintained, and something about the atmosphere encourages lively discussions about evolutionary biology.
When tired of arguing, the house has a little path set off a ways behind the fields, where one can walk and think. It’s a marvelous idea. If I had a 15 acre farm, I’d set aside a piece of it for a sandwalk, too, I think.
We did spend a few hours at the house, but I’ll spare you the endless details. The important thing is that we strolled back to town and yes, we did stop at the pub. Again.
It’s a lovely old pub, and once upon a time, Darwin drank down a pint here. Now so have Larry, Louis, Robin, and PZ.