Some of us are treating our new freedoms more responsibly than others. This was the scene at Grays beach yesterday, while on MumsNet I read of a bloke driving his pregnant “partner” to Skegness to defecate on their beach. Why not ? It’s a free country. My approach is to go to the less heralded… Continue reading LET’S CELEBRATE…….BURNLEY
MORE OF THAT DRINKING AT HOME LARK
It’s Fred’s fault. “Please go to Papworth Brewery and its environs tomorrow, and then compose a picto-blog about it.” OK, Fred. (Now you’re a yaga yaga). I’d only been to Earith a year ago, one of our motorhome’s last excursions before Mrs RM replaced it with a sleeker model, a principle I hope she… Continue reading MORE OF THAT DRINKING AT HOME LARK
BRADFORD PARK AVENUE – CULTURE, (FIGHTING) COCK & CURRY
In 1971 George Harrison took time out from plagiarising “He’s So Fine” to organise the Concert for “Bangla Desh” and force a lazy Dylan back to the stage. A great effort, only partly scuppered by US tax rules. But George was a whole year behind Bradford (Park Avenue)’s admittedly smaller scale fundraising effort; Particularly impressive… Continue reading BRADFORD PARK AVENUE – CULTURE, (FIGHTING) COCK & CURRY
GETTING TO THE HEART OF PAPWORTH
Let’s have a look at the Official Register of Requests for Place for Me to Blog About. PLACE NUMBER OF REQUESTS Goole Nil Carluke Nil Cwmbran … Continue reading GETTING TO THE HEART OF PAPWORTH
BOGNOR – TICKING “THE ROCKS”
10p. Sounds much better than 2 shillings, doesn’t it ? Made a fair dent in a 14 year old’s pocket money when I took in my first ever “foreign” solo football match back in ’79. Frankly, by the 4th day of our family holiday in Bognor Butlins I was so desperate to escape I’d… Continue reading BOGNOR – TICKING “THE ROCKS”
WILLINGHAM – ALL FEN, NO EDGE
Today’s socially distanced walk (I was passed by one wobbly cyclist in 90 minutes) comes from Willingham, the village that makes Waterbeach look sophisticated. You’ll have a complete set of posts on the Fen Edge villages to cut-out-and-keep soon. Willingham is definitely more Fen than edge, even though it does have the micropub with cans… Continue reading WILLINGHAM – ALL FEN, NO EDGE
GLASGOW SOUTHSIDE
More random programmes, the oldest one so far, and some virtual trips to remote places. Hungary would make a good blog, but sadly any photos from our lone trip to the Hungarian/Romanian border in 2002 are long lost. So Scotland it is. Here’s one of my helpful maps. In that glorious summer of ’58… Continue reading GLASGOW SOUTHSIDE
