December 2025. Waterbeach. Back at Home (2) after that little Gravesend diversion and 20 minutes between train at Kings Cross that I judged just insufficient for a pint at the King Charles I, I visit Dad in the afternoon (I’ve just missed “Annie” at the care home), hoover Sunnyside and then pop to The Sun.… Continue reading THE TRUE START OF CHRISTMAS
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MEANWHILE, BACK IN WATERBEACH…
October 2025. Waterbeach. A deluge of posts now I’m (briefly, possibly) back “home” in Sheffield with Wi-Fi. Back from a rainy Romania to a damp Luton, we headed straight to see how Dad was recovering from his “bounce”. We also listened to some care home entertainment (an OAP with a guitar from the Fens singing… Continue reading MEANWHILE, BACK IN WATERBEACH…
THE SUN BEER FESTIVAL
May 2025. Waterbeach. I can’t believe I’m spending weekends in Waterbeach, rather than Wick or Warsaw. But that’s life, and there’s plenty of life in The Sun on their May Bank holiday beer festival weekend. Number 14. A credit to Helen, Theresa to keep this institution going after the loss of Andrew. Pub quizzes, live… Continue reading THE SUN BEER FESTIVAL
ANOTHER SUNDAY NIGHT IN WATERBEACH
March 2025. Waterbeach. I’m getting down to see Dad in his care home three times a week, and the most striking thing is his weight loss now he gets a balanced diet. It does mean a few trips back and forth to Tesco with trousers that are still too small, but that’s OK, and being… Continue reading ANOTHER SUNDAY NIGHT IN WATERBEACH
COCKTAIL NIGHT AT THE SUN
February 2024. Waterbeach. You know The Sun, and if you haven’t been, you should. Waterbeach may be the dullest place on earth (sorry Mum, sorry Dad) but it does have one of the UK’s best Chinese takeaways, kebab vans, brewery taps, fruit breweries and pubs. Helen at The Sun is making plans to restart the… Continue reading COCKTAIL NIGHT AT THE SUN
BRIGHTER DAYS, DARKER BEERS
January 2024. Waterbeach. I spent Monday to Friday down with my parents, occasionally getting Dad out of the house as the weather gradually improves. It won’t be long before it’s summer and I can take him to pub gardens again. In the meantime, I was going slightly mad sitting in a living room heated to… Continue reading BRIGHTER DAYS, DARKER BEERS
“Why do you need a Flake ?”
January 2024. Stockton-on-Tees. Big mistake, huge. Having arrived in Seaton Carew and completed Durham’s Guide entries we could have had a quiet night watching the new Emma Stone movie (Emma is slated to play Mrs RM in the film of my 2022 GBG completion). But no, I had to drag her (Mrs RM, not Emma)… Continue reading “Why do you need a Flake ?”
A LOCAL HERO
December 2023. Waterbeach. A pattern is now emerging; mid week spent in Waterbeach, a day either side in Tunbridge Wells, back home to Sheffield at the weekend. At least Mrs RM is now with me in Cambridge, and she joined our Thursday quiz team at the Sun as we sought vengeance for a corrupt defeat… Continue reading A LOCAL HERO
HANG IT IN THE LOUVVVVV-RE
Before I get on to my own Bass encounter the other night, I can’t let Simon’s photo of the year go unnoticed. Any visit to the Sun in Stockton is worthy of celebration, but the look on Colin’s face as he savours that banker is a joy. All it’s missing is the flake. BRAPA ….… Continue reading HANG IT IN THE LOUVVVVV-RE
THREE LITTLE BIRDS
November 2023. Waterbeach. On Wednesday, Mrs RM came home from nigh on a month in Kent visiting her hospital-bound Dad, who is now in rehab in Sevenoaks. Any of you who have ever been to Sevenoaks, the Wilmslow of the South, will wonder what Michael has done to deserve this. I’ll take him down the… Continue reading THREE LITTLE BIRDS
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