Vicarious trip to Europe. Beginning with the best restaurant in the south of England (at least from my point of view)

I spent a year in the UK teaching database programing and design and, among other things, taught a course on transactional programing to people in the IT department for a savings and loans outfit that had offices in Brighton. I ended up teaching the course to their entire staff and so taught it several times. I was originally scheduled to teach it just once to a group of trainee programmers. There were a couple of older guys sitting in the back looking increasingly glum as the week went by. They confessed to me at the end of the week that the course had been very useful to them as they were building an application to synchronize ATMs and mainframes and were largely ignorant of the theory behind two-phase commits, distributed locking and transactions and stuff like that. Hence the impulse to teach it to the rest of the company. Anyway, I enjoyed numerous meals at FFF.

I always stayed at a B&B owned by a strange little old woman. She was Swedish and married a British soldier after the second World War, he had evidently died many years past, leaving her a stranger in a strange land. A very sad figure, I could never bring myself to stay anywhere else.