Research at a pub

Yesterday, I jumped in my car and drove halfway across England to visit a very pleasant pub, the Barley Mow, on the Thames. As you can see, it is photogenic. The interior is as picturesque as the exterior, with low ceiling beams and a huge open fireplace.
A word of warning: the road is busy, with blind corners, and the car park is on the opposite side of the road.
The justification for this extravagance was that I was carrying out research for my latest novel. Several characters meet up there. The two Americans are astonished at the age of the building.
The warm and cosy interlude at the inn is followed by grimmer scenes in the Middle East.

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