Yesterday afternoon, we paid a visit to the second hand furniture shop in Ouseburn. Where we bought a rather nice mid-Victorian side table. It’s small, but solid mahogany and quite heavy. A bargain at £40.
This was followed by late lunch in the Ship Inn.
Although this picture might give the impression that the place was quiet, the opposite was the case. It’s great to see a vegan pub doing so well. The food was, as usual, really nice.
And I had a pretty good Oakham IPA, the first ever pint of an Oakham beer I’ve tried. And the first I’ve come across that didn’t contain fish.
Then there was tine for a pint in the Cluny before heading home.
Where I spotted a Lovely Eggs poster, for next Friday’s gig (top right).
And a Shiverin Sheiks poster, for next Sunday afternoon. We’ll be there too.
Today was largely spent plastering, which wasn’t as much fun as yesterday.
Due to a minor oversight, I had a double-booking last night. So attempted both.
Frankenstein, a Gothic Tale, a surprisingly good play, was in the fitting setting of the Great Hall, in the castle keep.
The play was pretty slow to begin with and I was really beginning to think I’d made a huge mistake, particularly since I’d persuaded my second in command and youngest daughter to come along.
But things had picked up before the intermission and, thankfully, the second half was great.
Straight after, we jumped in a cab to Gateshead Fell cricket club, to meet up with some mates at the beer festival.
Where we caught most of Ed Tudor-Pole’s set.
Then there were nightcaps in our local.
A pleasant evening.
I so love old buildings.
OK, I might love anywhere I can find nice beer.
The Worley Almshouses has apparently been closed for a few months. According to the bloke outside who said it was due to reopen a few days ago. He was meeting a mate from Malta there.Anyway, it hasn’t reopened yet. Even worse, a missed opportunity.
If only this had happened next year.Anyway, we found another Sam Smith’s pub, the Botolph Arms.
Every time I walk past this bike stand, I recall the theft of our new bikes.
Unfortunately, at the time, I wasn’t aware that bike theft was a huge problem in Peterborough.
I’m consoling myself with a pint of Punk in the Draper’s Arms, while waiting for the Wortley Almshouses to open.
We knew our small amount of apples would make only a little cider, but there’s actually more than we’d expected.
We made pies. Apple pies. From our tree.
Which is a waste because they should have been involved in cider production.
The nightlife in Gateshead isn’t great. There’re a few pockets of niceness, but a pub crawl of decent establishments is difficult.
However, we now have the By the River Brew Co. Which is by the river.
The right side of the river.
Some random pictures from yesterday/today in Dublin.
As opposed to a day/evening in Belfast, we spent a couple of hours there yesterday morning.
A pub my second in command only saw from the outside.
So, while plans were a bit messed up, we kindof did still get to Belfast.