We’re now in the Hadrian’s Tipi in town.
We may be considering how we could fit such a construction in our garden.
I’ve had an excellent day mostly in the company of Out There beer. It’s local and almost all vegan. Oh, and delicious too.
Oh my, the Piccadilly Tap! How didn’t I know this was here? The have no less than three Cloudwater beers and a couple of Wild Beer options.
Fish-free heaven.
While on the subject of the afterlife, I just heard Johnny Cash’s voice in my head. In a booming, godlike kind of way, telling me to have another Jakehead.
Who am I to ignore the ghost of a legend.
Since my second in command is away, I decided to occupy myself with a walk. I’d already done a little (pitifully so) work in the house, so a nice walk felt right.
The light was fading already, so the path through the graveyard was a bit creepy. Not that I’m a believer in the afterlife, but it’s still a spooky place in the dark.
Spooky, but nice. Anyway, I had a pleasant, four mile-ish walk and am now having a rest in the Schooner, with a relaxing pint of Jakehead.
There’s a roaring fire and an old Beat album is playing. This is truly a great pub, we simply don’t visit often enough and I’m sorely tempted to stay. I shan’t though, I need to continue my exercise after my Jakehead. The Tyne Bar next I think.
Oh, a bit of Bad Manners now.
My second in command probably shouldn’t drink vodka.
She can consume beer in huge quantities, while remaining relatively sober. Then, two double vokas later she becomes evil incarnate.