Notes From a Pub-Crawl Island: North and South

Tiz and I are finally in Brighton after spending Monday, Tuesday and Saturday nights in London and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights at her uncle's house in Bradford. We took megabus between London and Leeds each way, and were impressed with the price and punctuality (and I was amused that we drove halfway across the country in like 4 hours). On day 1 in the north, we went to a town called Harrogate, a relatively wealthy settlement in a region that, for the Americans reading this, is somewhat comparable economically to the "Rust Belt". It was windy and cold as hell, so I bought a jacket from Primark to wear as my fourth layer of clothing. The next day we went to Haworth, a village famous for being the hometown of the literary Bronte sisters. As an English lit student, Tiz was very excited to show me Haworth, but to my dismay (not really) the Bronte parsonage and museum was closed for the month. I had fish and chips (and MUSHY PEAS!) twice in Yorkshire, once at Tiz's uncle's house and once at a pub called The White Lion in Haworth.
Last night in London Tiz, our friend and host Sarah and I met up with my American mate Walker who is in the country for a couple of weeks. We had dinner at a Chinese restaurant that had a terrific view of the Tower Bridge (the photo below was taken from just outside). Then we went for a few pints at the Horniman's pub, chosen entirely due to its name, and thought of all our American friends who would love the pub atmosphere and the British legal drinking age. By Thursday I'll report on the British version of the seaside town. As usual, comments are welcome!