TAKING PRIDE IN HAYLING ISLAND

This blog is proudly a WAGathaChristie free zone. Into Hampshire, and time for some Navigator. Yes, I’d been to Hayling Island before, apparently, but remembered nothing at all about it bar Mrs RM recounting happy family holidays with an Aunt (probably) and a bucket and spade (definitely). We were easily pleased in the ’70s. Hayling… Continue reading TAKING PRIDE IN HAYLING ISLAND

PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN BUCHAREST

Pretty much zero interest in these foreign posts, of course. “When you going to report on the uncontacted peoples of east Goole ?”  you ask. or “Go back to finding pubs closed.  We like that.” or “But did you find any cask in Romania ?” Oh, yes. On the last night of our mammoth two… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN BUCHAREST

CANARY (WHARF) IN A CHAIN PUB COAL MINE

I tried so hard to get a blog title using the Police classic (do Americans rate Zenyatta Mondatta ?).  Not sure I succeeded. “You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line“.  Yep, that’s me. Down to the Thames next, and a walk along the Narrow to the top of Canary Wharf. It’s a… Continue reading CANARY (WHARF) IN A CHAIN PUB COAL MINE