Brindley, England, that is…
I’ve only had the pleasure of visiting England once and that was many moons ago. I found it to be lovely! brilliant! and I wholeheartedly did not mind minding every and all the gaps!
Though I will say, being an avid lover of Fish & Chips, I was less than overwhelmed with the offering I had while there. Hey, I grew up with a local Arthur Treacher’s so my Fish & Chips bar has been set very high from an early age.
Anyway, at the time of my visit, I had no idea that England had named a town after me–
Wait, I think I got the order of precedence wrong there…
Anyway, ever since I discovered there is a Brindley, England, visiting it has been numero uno on my bucket list.
Unfortunately, with the way things are, I doubt if I will ever have the chance/courage to visit my namesake village, or any other place outside of these less than United States.
Ergo, if you or anyone else out there has had a chance to visit Brindley, it would be awesome to hear about it.
However, as diminutive and sleepy as it looks, it’s hard to imagine why anyone not named Brindley would have a strong desire to travel there.
Could be wrong though…
Everybody sing!
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles two by two
Westminster Abby, the Tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children...
Cheers!