Life's about experiences. These are mine.
It seems that this has become a bit of a “thing”. This is the fifth year of getting out post Christmas to work off some of the chocolate consumed and make the most of our National Trust Membership. You can see the previous entries here, 2014/5, 2015/6, 2016/7 (either didn’t do it or forgot to write about it that year) and 2017/18.… Read the rest
The Reading Toy Run has been going since 1985, so slightly longer than we have lived in Reading but we have never been to see it, which is quite shocking. This year we made amends for that.
The toy run is a charitable exercise bringing together lots of bikers who ride through the outskirts of Reading each carrying a present for a child.… Read the rest
Our final day in Ghent and once more we set out from the hotel to find somewhere for breakfast. We stumbled upon a place that looked nice inside but also had a wonderful array of baked products in the window, including the one shown above.… Read the rest
Despite the hotel having the word “pillows” in its name evoking soft dreamy bed times I actually didn’t sleep that well last night. Maybe it was the different pillows? Anyway, we hadn’t booked breakfast in the hotel as while it is convenient and there is usually a large selection it is often overpriced for what we actually eat.… Read the rest
By rights our journey to Ghent started yesterday in London when we met up with the friends that we are travelling with for a meal and a show. The less said about them the better (meal and the show, not our friends) as both were pretty mediocre although that wasn’t the universal view of all in our party regarding the show.… Read the rest
While at the Edinburgh festival this year we went to see a parody of the musical Hamilton based on the F1 life of Lewis Hamilton, something that has obviously been begging to be done. If you were an F1 nut, as I am, you’d have greatly enjoyed the pastiche.… Read the rest
It was my birthday this weekend (thanks for the best wishes, cards and cake!) and as a special treat to myself I arranged to go up to London to ride the Mail Rail.
Mail Rail is the name of the narrow gauge railway that ran underneath London and was, until 2003, how Royal Mail transferred post across the city. … Read the rest
While our Fringe dates might be over we did still have a morning to kill and I had seen advertised an exhibition at the National museum of Scotland called “Rip it up: the Story of Scottish Pop” that I fancied visiting, so we did.… Read the rest
So, our penultimate day, and it had a lot to live up to after the successes of yesterday.
The beauty of the Fringe is that there are a huge variety of shows on offer for all tastes. However, there were three particular themes that stood out this year: improv – you name it and they improvised it from Jane Austen to Doctor Who, Harry Potter and really any other genre you can think of.… Read the rest
Having said that nothing much gets started at the fringe in the mornings we had found a play that was on at 11am called Alabama God Damn and so had booked for that today.
This was another in a small space with only three principal actors and one musician.… Read the rest