Right, a few years ago, I was stuck in Newark because I had a booked train and work stuff ended early.
So, I used my time wisely, after my non-booked train brought me to Newark. I found some nice bars.
My second visit to Newark was a few years later, just a few weeks ago. We stopped off in the van on our way back from Peterborough. When we found
the Castle Barge.
And we’ve found ourselves here again today, meeting up with some of my second in command’s family.
We had a drink earlier in
the Old Post Office, a nice old post office, although I took no pictures.
We did have a quick drink in the hotel bar beforehand.
There were some other decent bars. For example …
And then …
We had to find food, before a nightcap in the hotel.
Other nice bars may have been involved.
I may be slow to mention it, but last weekend’s
Northern Kin festival was surprisingly good. Very well organised, a great campsite with excellent facilities, and a nice atmosphere.
It was also a truly family friendly festival.
Much of New Year’s Eve was spent in the Sage.
In the company of these gentlemen.
The Divine Comedy.
Followed by fireworks.
The Christmas tree, Peterborough.
And a tree at Christmas.
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.
It’s very warm in Kings Cliffe.
Looks warm at home too.
Technology is amazing.
The age of my eldest grandchild, that is. With reference to
the Lovely Eggs. Who a number of us went to see last night (including said grandchild). Two of the eight weren’t too keen, but six were impressed.The support’s unusually worthy of mention. Because he was ridiculously good; Phil Jupitus. As were the eggs themselves.
Co-ordination of people wasn’t easy, but we all managed to find each other.The toughest part of the night was sneaking my grandchild into bars. But, strangely, not a single person challenged her age. Not that I’d buy alcohol for her (cough).
She was struck by the resemblance between the ladies’ sign in the Cumberland Arms and her very own depiction of my second in command some years ago.
Well, I’ve spent my Friday evening and my weekend decorating my mother’s front room. It was warm and, with a hangover this morning, I thought I was going to die today.
I’m now listening to birds in the garden. With my good friend, Mr Beck.
Today, we went to South Shields. For a food and drink festival. Where we had decent veggie food and beer and cocktails.
Afterwards, after putting a drunk teenager in a cab, we had a couple of beers at Mill Dam. In
And, later, the magical effects of beer made my hair grow.
I might need to have a haircut tomorrow.