Adventures in British Copywriting (Guest Post by Lara!)

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Jan 17, 2011
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Today’s guest post (the very first one of 2011) is by Lara, the enormously talented blogatrix behind Food Soil Thread. Not only is Lara a fellow Pacific Northwest gal, she has a preoccupation with food and travel, and regularly embarrasses her family by taking photographs of nearly every thing they eat. In other words, we have loads in common, and I sincerely hope we become friends (I mean, hello – she has a series of blog posts tagged “sweets“. That alone is enough to make me love her).

She was also kind enough to take time out of her busy schedule (which includes a comprehensive list of goals for the year that I endeavor to replicate) to blog for The Everywhereist. It’s short and sweet – the literary equivalent of eating a petit four – and perfect for a Monday morning. So I’m sending her some sincere thanks, and whatever the karmic equivalent of  batch of homemade cookies is.

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I brought back a few photos with me from my recent trip to the UK. I pulled a few of my favorites to share, on the off chance that Everywhereist readers are as big of Anglophiles as Geraldine herself.

While eating my third Full English Breakfast in as many days, I snapped a photo to highlight the lovely dessert options, or what I like to call The Worst Kind of Souvenir.

I spent most of my trip in a small village, where attractions are hard to come by.

Of course, browsing headstones in the town cemetery is a perfectly delightful way to spend an afternoon. This one did seem a bit harsh:

Regrettably, I failed to take a photo of the sign in the restaurant window that proclaimed, “Our Fish is Frozen!” I couldn’t figure out if this was something to brag about, or a preemptive confession in the off-chance that Gordon Ramsay stopped by to berate them and batter their cod.

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