It was my birthday last week. Lemmy surprised me a couple of weeks ago by saying she had a surprise for my birthday. I was perplexed. I was sure she'd told me some time ago that THAT was no longer on the table as a birthday pressie, perhaps she'd had a change of heart(or one … Continue reading No Coachman Needed to Get Me Here. I’d Crawl on Hands & Knees!
Just a short post, linked to my one for The Coachman Inn. While we were there, we went to the local butchers at the end of the road Glaves . The little shop is a throwback to the times when everywhere had a local butcher and it wasn't considered gross or unhygienic to have sides of … Continue reading Take a Butchers at This
After writing a bit about making stocks and gravies and all manner of nice, warming, comforting autumny stuff, it seemed natural, to this simple soul at least, to turn to the best accompaniment to a good gravy. No, not roast beef, lamb or pork but their best mate the humble mashed potato. But in our … Continue reading Monster Mash?
To Autumn then: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the … Continue reading Dem Bones, Dem Bones….
After owning and running pubs for quite a few years, Lemmy and I find it hard to get "that Friday feeling". Or rather the Friday feeling most folk get of weekend off with night out on the pop, food or whatever. For us it meant graft, graft and more graft. So it's rather nice, now … Continue reading Trippet (ing) The Light Fantastic