Having (comparatively speaking) just been there, Heather and I made a quicker than normal return to Rochester. As well as being more or less our anniversary (and just short of seven years since that first trip, we weren’t there because of that. We were there because this time we were on a mission though—to see the Moon.
It’s been a while since a little bit of history, so we took the chance to see some fairly ancient history, about 3000-years old, with a rather extravagant, and expensive, exhibition of the Treasures of Tutankhamun. That involved a trip to the posher parts of London and the new venue to us of the Saatchi Gallery; a trip complicated (as these things always seem to be) by transport closures which meant we had a little walk from Victoria (which strangely we could get straight to), arriving nicely in time for our timed ticket (though that was the point it decided to rain for the only time of the day!)
I am restarting my campaign for an office cat. We could call it Engey.
We have a little pub crawl planned for —and by little I mean a crawl of the local Micropubs. There are two within walking distance of home but, more importantly, there are quite a few scattered along the route of the number 51 bus, starting in Sidcup and ending in Welling (or vice versa). And then a few more fairly easily connected to that, giving eleven (!) in total. To help plan I made a map:
This winter has been a bit lacking in pretty light displays compared to normal (Enchanted Parks were cancelled—read unfunded—this year), so it was good to get along for the traditional visit to Canary Wharf Winter Lights.
So we leave the EU. Abandon the greatest peacetime project of all; the thing that stated that whatever our differences we recognise that deep down we are, after all, the same people. Instead of reaching out, we abandon and look away, because those in power see some advantage to themselves so lead the sheep there. We remove our voice in some paradoxical promise that we will find more ears.
Well fuck Brexit and its small minded, enclosed proponents.
I am of Earth, humanity, European, British, English, Geordie. I hope one day I will be in a society that fully reflects that.
We’ve seen Snowdogs before (twice) so when we heard that Snowmen were coming for a display along the Thames of course Heather and I were going to see them. We got to take Heather’s Mum and little Evie with us too.
Why do we call it a “bathroom” when the bath is the probably the least used fitting in there?
There’s a tradition that Heather and I visit Rochester each year. Normally we try and go around March time, or in the summer, but this year Heather’s foot trouble and operation had delayed us getting there, to the point we were getting worried we wouldn’t make it. We finally did though, arriving just in time for Christmas fun.