Whilst back in blighty we went for a stroll around Delamere forest where I had a trusty egg and cress sarny on white cob which I proceeded to put ready salted french fries in.
Also had a red Leicester, roast ham and piccalilli on rye.
Both brought a tear to my eye and both quintessentially English. None of that foreign muck listed.
This was slightly tainted by 1000s of smelly, undesirable Gallagher brother wannabees lingering around as he was playing there later that evening. Absolute shit show it was, like a giant smelly advert for Adidas.