My first Christmas in the UK was exactly how I imagined it to be:
Filled with love, lots of smiles with my family in law, and, of course, more layers of clothing than needed in Australia.
I’ve been dreaming of a winter Christmas for a long time.
Even before I was in a long distance relationship with Dan, I’d always imagined spending at least one Christmas in the northern hemisphere, just to experience a cold (or, if I was lucky, a White) Christmas.
What a thrill it is to walk out of what LOOKS to be a simple shopfront onto the street, after having sipped on sweet cocktails, smiling to yourself and your drinking companions at the secret you share – one that nobody else walking along the pavement know about.
That’s the awesome thing about hidden speakeasy bars – they add an extra element of fun to a social outing.
On a recent visit to Manchester to meet with my boyfriend Dan’s wonderful family, we all headed out for a day mission in the city: To find as many secret bars as possible, and to drink as many new cocktails as we felt like.