Just around the corner people were queuing up to buy freshly baked sour dough bread from Canterbury Cheesemongers and owner Martin Aspinwall, a cheery Yorkshireman, was gracious enough to give me a tour of his fantastic walk-in cheese room. I walked away with a piping hot baguette (Kiwis call them French Sticks) and a generous slice of Shropshire Blue. All I now needed was a decent Pinot Noir and lunch was sorted. I left the city far more optimistic than I could have imagined -- and full of admiration for the people this big-hearted city. Bring back the Dux!
Yours in beerMark Chipperfield