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.
Quite a bit of Bass in the month, and my favourite seafood to (belatedly) start the new GBG year on the Essex coast.
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.
retiredmartin 
Don’t let her near Colin. Who knows what she would do!
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Soufflé.
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I can’t believe she would try to put Baa Baa away. 🤪
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Hi Joan !
Great to get a comment from you; WordPress sent it to “Spam” last night, along with comments from Vape City Arkansas and less reputable dealers.
I’m glad your sympathies lie on the right side of history here, Joan.
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“you should know that yesterday she attempted to put Baa Baa Toure in the loft with the Christmas decorations.”
Maybe she thought with pubs currently closed, a wee bit of hibernation was in order. 😉
“I’ll need him/her for when I can resume my travels.”
You haven’t checked? Or, are you giving he/she time to declare?
“Some wonderful arches, in Glastonbury and Clevedon,
“That is such a wonderful photo below.”
“and blue skies followed us down to Cornwall in the month before the locals stood at the Tamar with pitchforks.”
Pitchforks, eh? Sigh. A 21st century version of Frankenstein with Covid as the monster.*
* – or government regs. 😉
“Though the St. John wasn’t far behind with its stunning Draught Bass.”‘
The Bass will do it every time.
“and my favourite seafood to (belatedly) start the new GBG year on the Essex coast.”
Lemon juice or Tzatziki. Otherwise, no.*
* – and they should be slammed into the concrete that afternoon on the docks prior to eating… but not by those eating it of course!
“But the best beer was a 6X in Glasto; judge it by its lacings.”
It’s like the dance of the 7 veils; only with lacings! (swoon)
“Oh, it wasn’t a pub, it was my cousin Keith‘s house.”
If he had beer, and you didn’t drink it in your underpants… it counts. 😉
Cheers
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