Another Cool Twelve
A few years ago I went to see the in London, so when news came they would be in Bromley it seemed worth a look. Along came Heather, Gemma, and Gem’s Uncle Peter and partner Alice.
A few years ago I went to see the in London, so when news came they would be in Bromley it seemed worth a look. Along came Heather, Gemma, and Gem’s Uncle Peter and partner Alice.
It seems like forever since I was last at the theatre (so long ago that—barring open air or , or semi-open —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, Continue reading …
Having been to Hastings, and home long enough to see some music, Heather and I headed off into the world again. We were visiting old haunts, starting with good old York. Continue reading
Three years ago collecting Snowdogs around Newcastle. We’d missed them ever since, so were delighted to learn that this year something a little heavier was arriving in toon, with a collection of Elmers. We had to go and see!
I seem to have been quite remiss at keeping up with a few things on here, so this is a bit of catch up post to quickly collect activities from the latter part of the year.
A journey north with friends to see an exhibition that seemed only half there. Much tourism of city and coast was had anyway Continue reading
Having gone to Dover last year we found we missed our trip to Hastings that much we just had to return this year. So it was that Heather & I found ourselves negotiating the trains to the south coast rain. Continue reading
Recently a member of WAY organised a trip to Bletchley Park, base of the World War 2 code breakers—probably best known in the public conscious as “the place Alan Turing built a computer to break the German Enigma”, almost none of which is true. A whole bunch of us turned Continue reading …
Following on from it was English Heritage’s turn to get in on the act, as Heather and I took her Mum, Gemma, Doug, Esther, and of course Evie to see the gardens of Eltham Palace transformed into an enchanted world.
Having, for once, not see Shakespeare in Chester we weren’t about to miss out on open air Bard. Luckily Hall Place was coming to our rescue, allowing Heather, Gemma and I to go and see A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Continue reading