December 2025. Folkestone. Kent. Leaving Folkestone Harbour Arm, with its scary giant seagulls that look like they’ve escaped from Squid Games, we suddenly find it’s nearly half three, the Golden Hour for photos before dusk. Time for a trip along The Stade, replete with souvenirs from the feral Ultras of South London visiting Folkestone Victoria.… Continue reading FINALLY ! AN UNSCUFFED HARVEY’S GLASS. THE MARINER, FOLKESTONE
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THE GOLDEN GUINEA
30th January 2023. From the Stag & Hounds in Bristol’s Old Market I headed back over the river to make sure the thieving Bristolians hadn’t stolen Mrs RM’s car, admire sunset against St Mary’s Redcliffe, and then head on to the Golden Guinea via the scary underpass on loan from Newport. I hadn’t noticed this… Continue reading THE GOLDEN GUINEA
SHOE SHOPPING IN TRURO
16th January 2020 Day 2 of the Great Cornish Slog, and we arrived in Falmouth where Sis was meeting up with my niece Patricia. The way people talk about Cornwall you’d think it was a different country, rather than a mere 6hrs 14 away. Grief, they even have shops in Kernow ! I’d managed to… Continue reading SHOE SHOPPING IN TRURO
A PROPER JOB
Visiting pubs on a Thursday lunchtime in one of the world’s great cities, that’s a Proper Job. Though of course, not as commendable a job as the folk leading the Extinction Rebellion outside the Abbey. Fear not, pubs are safe with Stafford Paul. Paul not only had the itinerary, he also had the annotated map. … Continue reading A PROPER JOB
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