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Category Archives: memories
Unintended Consequences In The Pursuit Of A Pint
My short series on my walk with Dad across the neck of England, reminded me of his love of beer. Boy, did Dad love a pint. Bitter not lager. What we today know as real or cask ale, not what … Continue reading
Posted in family, memories, miscellany
Tagged beer, Beer Orders, CAMERA, drink, licensing laws, pubs
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When Geoff Missed Bob #growing up
It was just six months after the Summer of Love and I was on the cusp of awakening as a teenager. So what happened to my chance to become a hippy? My family moved house in 1969 when I was … Continue reading
Posted in family, memories
Tagged angel inn, bob dylan, growing up, Hotel, lymington, summer of love
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Walking With The Wind At My Back: Part Four
Kirkby Stephen to Richmond This is the fourth part of my walk that I undertook with my father and friends across England from Coast to Coast. Part three is here. You can link back to the earlier posts from there. … Continue reading
Walking With The Wind At My Back: Part Two
St Bees To Patterdale The start of any long walk was full of apprehension. Will the body cope? Will my companions cope? Will my relationship with my companions cope? It rarely involved any sort of ‘will it be fun?’ I … Continue reading
Christmas Traditions
My Christmases as a child were what we called traditional but everyone’s Christmas traditions have their own quirks, imposed by the characteristics of the participants. These are mine. 1. My father enjoyed a pint. Or several. He was an active … Continue reading
Posted in Christmas, guest post, memories
Tagged Christmas, family, memories, quirks, traditions
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Heavy Hands #sorrynotsorry
I can still remember the moment when, after yet another breakage my Gran told me I was heavy handed. I’d have been about seven, I suppose. Her frustration at my habitual clumsiness had tripped some switch and she’d said something … Continue reading
The Lining Of Clouds #memoir #humour
Dave The Mechanic Coming home from holiday brings back many memories. In the long hot summer of 1975 (no, ok, that was 1976, but where would we be without rose tinting) my holiday comprised a kind of grand tour around … Continue reading
