Craig Mod pens quite wonderful walking stories. You should check them out. His most recent tale of the Lake District was a delight. I do miss sandwiches from the old country.

I ate a cheese sandwich. I ate a cheese sandwich with Branston Pickle. I got crisps. I put the crisps in the sandwich. I ate a cheddar cheese sandwich with Branston Pickle and salt and vinegar crisps on brown bread while looking out over Lakeland. I got more daring with my sandwich orders. To the consternation and confusion of various surly-yet-kind proprietresses, I ordered Madness: brown bread tuna no mayo, French mustard, cheddar cheese, Branston Pickle. That knocked 'em back on their heels. Alright, love, they said. Within that "love" lived a universe of judgement. But I am not British, and so that judgement rolls off me like water on a duck.

Cheese sandwiches with Branston Pickle are just a joy.