I know some of my readers have a rather rose-tinted image of Mrs RM. Well, you should know that yesterday she attempted to put Baa Baa Toure in the loft with the Christmas decorations.
Baa Baa was rescued just in time, I’ll need him/her for when I can resume my travels.
I’d forgotten how frantic October was.
With Covid rates rising everywhere except the Isle of Man, it was vital to get those ticks in before the predicted Lockdown 2.
Some wonderful arches, in Glastonbury and Clevedon,
and blue skies followed us down to Cornwall in the month before the locals stood at the Tamar with pitchforks.
The locals were more welcoming in Scarborough, and I started checking train times to the coast from Sheffield, but our house move dragged on interminably.
I wrote “A really great month for pubs“, whatever they are.
The Devonshire in Sticklepath the pick of the bunch with its wonderfully chatty Landlady and throwback to more social times.
Though the St. John wasn’t far behind with its stunning Draught Bass.
But the best beer was a 6X in Glasto; judge it by its lacings.
A nice pub cat too for you from October. Oh, it wasn’t a pub, it was my cousin Keith‘s house. Still, it’s the thought that counts.