And so my exercise continues. The Tyne does look pretty on a dark evening.
While on the subject of the afterlife, I just heard Johnny Cash’s voice in my head. In a booming, godlike kind of way, telling me to have another Jakehead.
Who am I to ignore the ghost of a legend.
Since my second in command is away, I decided to occupy myself with a walk. I’d already done a little (pitifully so) work in the house, so a nice walk felt right.
The light was fading already, so the path through the graveyard was a bit creepy. Not that I’m a believer in the afterlife, but it’s still a spooky place in the dark.
Spooky, but nice. Anyway, I had a pleasant, four mile-ish walk and am now having a rest in the Schooner, with a relaxing pint of Jakehead.
There’s a roaring fire and an old Beat album is playing. This is truly a great pub, we simply don’t visit often enough and I’m sorely tempted to stay. I shan’t though, I need to continue my exercise after my Jakehead. The Tyne Bar next I think.
Oh, a bit of Bad Manners now.