The weekend just been I felt quite unsettled – just one of those weekends where you seem to achieve nothing but at the same time also don’t feel in anyway rested.
One of our solutions to my funk was to take ourselves off to The Royal Hotel, just down the road, on the main street of Featherston. As Tom said, it’s officially our local (we’ve been about seven times now in four and that’s about as frequent as we get when it comes to pubs).
The fire was on, the pub was almost our own and we spent a great couple of hours playing pool, eating fantastic chicken and tarragon pie (with mash and peas) and washing it down with top-notch desserts* in between reading the paper and magazines (me) and playing on the iPad (Tom).
If you’re ever passing through Featherston we highly recommend you stop in.