“And now we go live to the pool table at Welham Green”

I’m spending a couple of days a week at my parents in Waterbeach; enough time to do the Tesco run, take Dad to buy peat compost, and tick a few irritating stragglers in Herts. Today’s quiz question is “What, where and why is North Mymms ?”. The North Mymms Social Club, runner-up in the Mercury… Continue reading “And now we go live to the pool table at Welham Green”

UP TO THE TOR, DOWN TO THE 6X

Ooh, genuine tourist material for you. James and I, bonding on another Father-Son walking trip this week, agreed that THIS is Britain’s worst tourist attraction as we whizzed past it on the A303; Wouldn’t it be sensible if we moved those silly stones somewhere out of the way (South Dakota would be fine) so we… Continue reading UP TO THE TOR, DOWN TO THE 6X

IN THE VALE OF THE WHITE HORSE

On the Sunday I picked up Sis from the pre-booked car park north of Bristol Temple Meads and headed home. “Anywhere you want to stop on the way” she said. Funny you should say that.  The social club at Stanford in the Vale has the sort of opening hours designed to annoy pub tickers, no… Continue reading IN THE VALE OF THE WHITE HORSE