SWEET LITTLE SIXTEEN (Too young to get married) (as you might ruin my Sligachan GBG tick)

Am I allowed to reference Chuck Berry in 2022 ? Anyhow, sticking rigidly to the Scottish Tickathon, here’s the sixth tick of the final twenty-two, which by my maths makes that a Sweet Sixteen to go*. Big thank you to Cal Mac (Calvin MacDonald, who built the first oracle to take tickers across the sea… Continue reading SWEET LITTLE SIXTEEN (Too young to get married) (as you might ruin my Sligachan GBG tick)

“STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”

Having delivered BRAPA into the warm bosom of the Fens, it was time for Mrs RM and I to set off in our campervan for Bridport. The M25 and M3 (now “intelligent”) were quite accommodating, but I’d had enough driving by the time we got to Winchester, and there were two ticks there.  I always… Continue reading “STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”