John O’ Groats ? JO’G on ? Geddit ? 9th September 2022. We left Wick to its anguish of a doomed Spoons (“When you have lost your Wetherspoons, drown your empty selves, for you have lost the last of England Scotland“) and forty-two minutes later we’d reached the top of mainland Great Britain, though of course a pedant an expert will tell… Continue reading JO’G ON
Month: November 2022
AT MY WICK’S END
Friday 9th September 2022. Anyone following the blog will have noticed that this is the day it went completely to pot. From a measured count-down that had started with the final 22 ticks, to utter chaos in the Orkneys. I DID manage to produce a little post about the Spoons in Wick, written in 10… Continue reading AT MY WICK’S END
WHAT WERE YOU DOING ON 8 SEPTEMBER 2022 ?
I was driving 460 miles from Waterbeach to Kingussie ahead of the biggest weekend of my life. We’d brought Dad home on the Tuesday, made sure he was well fed that night, and even did a bit of tidying in the garden the next day. I love my parents’ company, but I struggle with the… Continue reading WHAT WERE YOU DOING ON 8 SEPTEMBER 2022 ?
MORE MILTON MAGIC AT THE QUEEN EDITH
With Dad comfortable back home in his armchair watching “Pointless” (Google it, Americans), I popped back to Addenbrookes to pick up some new pills. The hospital occupies a giant treatment and medical research site (now incorporating Papworth) on the southern edge of Cambridge, in what is pretty much a pub desert. But the only pub… Continue reading MORE MILTON MAGIC AT THE QUEEN EDITH
ANGUISH AND REDEMPTION IN LARMER TREE GARDENS
1 September at End of the Road has started well enough, but before the music had even started I received the call from Sis to say that was in Addenbrookes, prompting an anguised dash back along the M3/M25 to Waterbeach, leaving Mrs RM and James to fend for themselves in a field in Dorset. Friday,… Continue reading ANGUISH AND REDEMPTION IN LARMER TREE GARDENS
THE TRADITIONAL CRAWL FROM END OF THE ROAD TO THE MUSEUM GAINS A NEW ADHERANT
As you’d expect, I’m a big fan of custom and tradition. I ALWAYS spend exactly the same amount on Christmas presents each year, I ALWAYS forget our wedding anniversary and I ALWAYS go for the strongest beer at IndyMan assuming all thirds are priced the same Yes, I’m a creature of habit. So when we… Continue reading THE TRADITIONAL CRAWL FROM END OF THE ROAD TO THE MUSEUM GAINS A NEW ADHERANT
THE END OF THE ROAD
We returned from Scotland, an agonising nine (9) ticks short of GBG immortality, on the penultimate day of August. The 31st was spent wondering whether we should have made the effort to get to Orkney and finish the Guide. We wouldn’t have had any time to sleep, but hey-ho. But it was too late. September… Continue reading THE END OF THE ROAD
BOWIE AND BITTER IN THE QUEEN’S GROUND
On the 6 hour journey back from the Highlands we stopped in a layby in a business park just off the M73 so that Mrs RM could speak to a French IT bod while I made coffee on the campervan stove. I know you come here for the pointless detail. Any chance I could walk… Continue reading BOWIE AND BITTER IN THE QUEEN’S GROUND
THE DAY IT ALL WENT RIGHT
This revisiting of the Great Scottish Summer Tickathon may be dull for you, but it does mean I can dump any photos I didn’t post earlier, and no-one should keep photos any longer than necessary. Just ask my mum. August 28th 2022.We (Mrs RM, Baa Baa and I) had just finished those tricky Hebridean ticks,… Continue reading THE DAY IT ALL WENT RIGHT
HARRIS OR LEWIS ?
Some more reflections on the frankly manic trip round the Western Isles at the end of August in search of two ticks. Disappointingly for my readers, if not Mrs RM, both the Westford and the Crown were OPEN. Take notes, English micros. Sadly, our schedule was limited by family dramas and music festivals, so we… Continue reading HARRIS OR LEWIS ?
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