We made an important discovery yesterday. Cellar 59, in Lyme Regis. It’s a cool cellar bar which serves only unfined beer. It’s run by the Gyle 59 brewery; all of their beer is unfined too, so is naturally vegetarian/vegan.
Monthly Archives: July 2016
Tent
We bought a huge tent a couple of years ago, but found it impractical for use in an insect-ridden Cambridgeshire. So we rushed out to buy a smaller tent; a new one was needed anyway, since my old festival tend had been abandoned a couple of days earlier at Glastonbury.
The new tent’s been great, but we also still had a large tent for use where insects don’t swarm. Which is why we brought it to Devon. Something a person can stand upright in must surely offer a better camping experience.
On arrival, we set about erecting the non-insect-proof tent. It was quite windy, so the task wasn’t easy. And, unfortunately, my second in command managed to break two tent poles. The outcome was the tent being deposited in a bin.
Fortunately, we had the foresight to bring the replacement festival tent as a contingency. Better still, while a person can’t exactly stand up inside the tent, it’s not exactly small.
Our back-up tent, pictured with Daisy.
Portland
There’s a pretty decent view from Portland Heights.
A very steep climb though.
A Conclusion
My father’s funeral is being (or, most likely, has been) held today. One of three siblings has attended; while not a million miles from my current location, I couldn’t bring myself to go.
I don’t feel any loss; a little sadness perhaps, but that relates more to the concept of a father than reality. I do still feel an element of relief too.
I probably won’t feel the need to mention my father again. One final message for him though, if he’s listening, Dad, you were a bit of a bastard, you know.
Resurrection
Finally, someone’s managed to resurrect a deceased Nabaztag, with the addition of independence via an implanted Raspberry Pi.
I may need to attempt this project.
St Mary’s Vaults
Only six and a half hours after setting out, we’ve arrived in Stamford.
We’re now unwinding in St Mary’s Vaults, one of my favourite Sam Smith’s pubs.
A1
We’ve now been stuck at a standstill on the A1 for over two hours.
The road’s been closed since late morning due to an accident. This isn’t my best weekend.
Cats in boxes
Following a recent conversation, I’ve rediscovered this.
Put an hour and a half aside, grab a beer and turn up the volume.
Maneki-neko
Unfortunately, our Chinese waving cat is no more. The cat, which is alleged to bring good fortune, seems to have attracted the opposite.
It sat in our window, reliably waving to passers by for a year or so. Until it was hit by a bottle of beer. And, so, the cat-beer bottle encounter ended very badly. The beer bottle was in several pieces. The cat was intact, but wet and without movement. And the window hadn’t coped particularly well either.
We’re currently in our local public house, rather than the planned Kings Cliffe. After effecting a professional (equal to Wadds was here) temporary repair, arranging for a replacement, and organising someone to keep an eye on the house (excessive, I know), we’re now discussing a revised departure time.
I do have a theory that the incident was racially motivated and carried out by non-locals.
Sisters II
It’s truly been an emotional week. But, despite learning that my father was worse than I’d experienced or imagined, my week has ended on a high. I’ve re-established contact with family long (and wrongly) abandoned because they were related to my father. Sadly, many relevant people from my childhood have passed away, but there are people i’ve not yet met.
My uncle Leslie, who helped more than he knew when i was a kid, is at the back. My two sisters are seated.
Resolutions were made and will be kept.