It seems like forever since I was last at the theatre (so long ago that—barring open air Shakespeare in Chester or Polesden Lacey, or semi-open at the Globe—I seriously can’t remember when), so it was a delight to go with Heather to see the adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean At The End Of The Lane, transferring from the National to the little Duke Of York’s Theatre.
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Sunday was Halloween, so of course I did a quick bit of not at all spooky baking—first for a while. A pear, blueberry, raspberry, and blackberry crumble (to a Slimming world recipe) and an amalgamation of two recipes to create a coffee walnut fudge cake (fudge icing as sandwich, coffee buttercream topping. Didn’t quite get the raising ingredients or temperature/cook time right but hey ho).
Pear, blackberry, blueberry, and raspberry to a Slimming World recipe
Almaganation of two recipes, with coffee butterscotch on top and fudge icing as a sandwich
brought a swift return to The Roundhouse for Heather and I (having experienced it’s roundness in seeing Ash). This time we were there for something a little different, The Waterboys.
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Just one word: #CANS 😀
I wrote this while sat outside Ye Arrow when visiting Rochester. It seemed somehow appropriate today.
Happy birthday Pixie.
The world has been weird and it has been far, far too long since Heather and I were last at a proper gig. It was with some relief (if a little nervousness) that we finally found ourselves on a Saturday night trip into London, with a new venue to boot!
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The interruptions of Covid mean that getting places has this year been difficult, or at least delayed. So during the relative calm of the moment Heather and I took the opportunity of taking our annual visit to Rochester. This time though we made the decision that we wouldn’t be rushed for time, or having to get the train home after a lovely dinner, so we made the effort to stay over night.
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A little Elmer with a big version
We’ve seen Elmers in Newcastle, and Elmers in just plain old Castle, so when Heather and I heard they were coming to Maidstone we planned to go and catch them there. We finally made it on the last day, to collect a whole herd.
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Heather and I had been in York, but instead of heading south back towards life we headed north, to my home town of Newcastle!
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