One secret: No politics As fine a figure of an English landlord (he tips the scale at nearly 17 stones) as ever drew a pint of old-and-mild is Mr. Alfred Leslie Farrell, “mine host” of [more…]
On Sunday night just passed we were treated to the sight of upwards of 150 tractors, of varying shapes and sizes, convoying around the villages in this part of Cumbria be-decked in Christmas lights. As [more…]
I’ve never been myself, but I’m prepared to bet that Stalybridge is rather different today from when my uncle described it for the Manchester Evening News in February, 1947 – Jerry F A blizzard was [more…]
It’s that time of year again, the strawberry beds offer up the odd lusciously red but sad, sour, berry. The courgettes are having a final spurt. The tomatoes, apart from the odd couple of plants [more…]
One or two Puffins may well be of a vintage where the adage “you’ll never forget where you were when it was announced that JF Kennedy was shot” rings true. SWMBO and I are fortunate [more…]
Monday Good morning merry readers. It’s amazing how quickly these Monday mornings come around and I set off on another journey into this whacky world we live in. Bozzie woke me up early clumping around [more…]
In Scotland and Lancashire they had (maybe they still do have) Wakes Week, a time when factories, mines and the like closed for 7 days to allow people to go to Blackpool, get pissed and [more…]
I don’t know how fast you can cycle from Land’s End to Berwick. I dare say there will be a few people who have done it in two or three days, or even 24 hours. [more…]
I live in a tiny rural community on the London/Kent border. The social life revolves around the local pub which draws its loyal customers from a wider area. In 2015 a couple of locals, Lester [more…]
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