Claire took the day off work so we could hang out, and we took a short drive to Nottingham to see if we could find any sign of Robin Hood or the Sheriff. There is a statue of Robin by an old castle, a street named after Maid Marion, and Sherwood forest is a short drive away, but there’s little other evidence here of Nottingham’s mythical past. A shop owner we met said it was a shame because people (like us) come expecting there to be more, and they feel the city is missing out on tourist dollars. Oh well. What is in Nottingham is an ancient network of underground caves, built by hand in the dark ages, and we took a guided tour of some of them which was cool. A bit of lunch, a drink in the oldest pub in England, a walk around a country manor, having a laugh and spending time with my lovely friend made for an awesome adventuresome day. I will miss her once I’m back in the southern hemisphere. And we saw squirrels! Happy happy days 🙂 🙂
Robin Hood 
The oldest pub 
is built into the rock 
underground 
overground 
🙂 
