CATS CALLED GRACIE AND CELLOS ON BIKES – BACK TO BUNTINGFORD

October 2026. Buntingford. Hertfordshire. The last time I wrote about Buntingford I got some right abuse for this line “One of the Scouse dads was burping loudly to impress his young daughter”. It wasn’t, in fact, his dad, it was his uncle, and he was, in fact, from North Wales, not Merseyside. These things matter.… Continue reading CATS CALLED GRACIE AND CELLOS ON BIKES – BACK TO BUNTINGFORD

STRANDED

October 2026. The Strand. London. Two hours between trains in London was enough for a couple of ticks in Aldgate and Charing Cross, but really life these days is more about the smiling child on the Circle Line than the cask in Charing Cross. Note the local artwork depicting the chopping down of trees in… Continue reading STRANDED

THE MERMAID, RYE. SURPRISINGLY PUBBY

October 2026. Rye. East Sussex. The six minute bus ride from Rye Harbour into town costs a curious £2.90, which is just the level at which you’ll consider striding hobbling along the footpath instead, taking in the bucolic views of the oil refinery. There’s a very pretty walk through the nature reserve into Rye, but… Continue reading THE MERMAID, RYE. SURPRISINGLY PUBBY

COR ! WHAT A STUNNER. THE PRINCESS OF PRUSSIA, ALDGATE E1

October 2026. East London. Heading, or at least hobbling, towards the Tower of London and an intriguing GBG27 newbie. This is Tandleman Southern HQ territory, and the Princess of Prussia is apparently close to his flat decorated in Dumbarton FC colours, just around the corner from the venerable Goodman’s Field. You might think the biggest… Continue reading COR ! WHAT A STUNNER. THE PRINCESS OF PRUSSIA, ALDGATE E1