11 reasons why we're happy to be the hell out of there!
...so the backstory is that, on out last weekend in this horrible little town, the annual fair was held. As you approach, here's a lovely Green that Englefield Green is named after. It exists now as a cricket pitch, place for drunks to pass out on and site where the gallows is se up for the annual 'hanging of the non-local.'
Then, as you meander closer to the fair, you can see some of the tents. Most were empty except for the beer tent.
