The images are from a recent walk around Southwold, Coveheithe, Walberswick, Sizewell, Dunwich, Thorpeness and Aldeburgh with three friends and their dogs. If you are wondering at the absence of Dog, he is off games just now, having a stone removed from his foot – apparently he’s officially pawly!
Walking with friends, who’ve been friends for decades in some cases, around the beautifully sunny Suffolk countryside has brought some varied reminiscences as well as some new thoughts to the surface:
How often have the police stopped me suspecting an offence has been committed?
Once on my bike near Marks and Spencer on Oxford Street for almost jumping the lights. Does that make me law abiding, lucky or just a white male?
Going on a speed awareness course to avoid three points on my driving licence in Ealing West London brings home like nothing else how multicultural, multiethnic, multigendered we are.
The only demographic not represented when I attended were people below 25 who, statistically get nothing from such a course due to their inherent inability to sit still for more than a minute.
Some people actually like Radiohead.
Some people don’t enjoy trail mix.
Once over sixty the male of the species pees more with less accuracy.
Willi Rushton was a comic genius who’s legacy has been misplaced.
Not the nine o’clock news was probably not as good as we remember it
Though this remains a favourite
Easily the most embarrassing moments as a teen back in the 70s came when any nudity occurred on the TV during a programme watched by the whole family.
In my home, dad would cough and fiddle with the fire while mum would scurry across the room ‘to see what’s on the other side’.
One classic moment this recalled occurred when dad, dozing as was his wont awoke to be confronted by a nude male on TV declaiming, ‘we must master fate.’ Sleep confused, he turned to mum and in a horror filled, disbelieving whisper he said, ‘surely not, Barbs, not on the BBC?’
The country we would least want to visit is Saudi.
There’s more sugar in apple juice than in apples. At least one of our number staunchly maintained he’d seen that proved on BBC 4 so it must be true.
Anyone doing more than 9 GCSEs is showing off. Note the maximum any of us managed – though of course we did O levels so they are tougher- was nine.
We knew we’d done nine but we were buggered if we could remember which nine.
If any of us should worry about unintended consequences, pity the primary school teacher in Sussex who set off a smoke alarm when lighting the candles on a child’s birthday cake. Since this was a school alarm the fire brigade had to send out two tenders immediately.
Unfortunately the nearest two were already attending a nearby fire so the reserve tenders were dispatched.
Unfortunately these formed part of the fire crews at Gatwick airport.
With the two tenders gone Gatwick no longer had enough fire engines to permit, under CAA regulations planes to take off or land. So a birthday cake shut one of the world’s busiest airports.
One colleague described my sense of humour as scatalogical. We all had to look it up.
Eating cake, drinking tea and watching the sun set are still pleasures to be savoured especially in good company..
Phew… time for a rest