Tonight, as with most weekends, my family all went to the pub. Not just any old pub but THE BEST PUB IN THE WORLD. It is The Red Lion in Little Missenden. It is 400 yrs old, has hardly changed in the last hundred or so, and is regularly used in period films as there are no street lights or road markings in the village. We've been going there since we moved to this area ten years ago and I've got into the pleasant ritual of taking my daughters there on my own since they were born.
Tonight the weather was beautifully mild and the light a gentle warm glow. The pub is in the centre of a beautiful village complete with 17th Century manor house and 11th Century church. It sits beside the river Misbourne which the publican, Alan, has damned and turned into a beautiful broad expanse of water full of trout, carp and a mixture of ducks. He also has large cages full of different types of birds and a rabbit.
We sat chatting over a pint, feeding the ducks, throwing sticks for the owner's dogs while the girls played in the small park opposite the pub and I thought, not for the first time, that it just doesn't get much better than this.
I feel very lucky.