The Seven Sisters

I"m finally back in front of a fire at The Eight Bells on High Street Jevington. My jeans and maroon Polo are entirely saturated.

We just braved all of the elements (sans fire, thankfully) in search of a pub that we now think doesn't actually exist. The Seven Sisters, our Holy Grail, are seven white cliffs along the coast.

But, my Ploughman's lunch and split pea soup have arrived, so more on our adventure later.
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