Thought I’d do some work to benefit my local community.
It’s a little more phone friendly than the existing site.
I’ve not spent long on it, so it’s mostly placeholder pages while I get the structure right. So it’s nowhere near ready to be published.
Always trying something new, my local has a new special offer.
With a team of only two, my second and I managed a respectable 7th of 20-and a bit.
In our local’s annual Christmas quiz.
And we didn’t cheat at all.
My disappointment in the Wortley Almshouses being closed has turned to happiness since Charters is now open.
A pub crawl in Edwinstowe:
The Forest Lodge
The Royal Oak
The Black Swan
The Hammer and Wedge
(Which appears to be an ex-social club)
The Dukeries
Where we are spending a couple of nights.
Only five pubs, but a nice place.
I have a fondness for old things. Furniture mostly. But I do love old brick and stone.
Some brickwork I found in a bar in Birmingham the other week.
And some from a bar in Leeds, on Friday.
And from another bar in Leeds.
Then one from today, in the garden. Stone this time.
This one’s going to be a future project; there’s a few more hours of wire brushing first though.
I know I’ve mentioned this previously, but it’s weirdly cool that there’s a little oasis of northern-ness in the south.
Currently in Wetherspoons, Corby.
The carpeting is still of the tartan variety.
The Angel Inn, in Leeds, always reminds me of an old mate, with whom I lost touch a few years ago.
He was, probably still is, a nice bloke. The Pub is a nice pub. Well, it’s a Sam Smith’s pub, so nice, fishless beer is always plentiful. With a gap between trains, I called in for a pint of stout (a mere £2.30). Then had a second.
While I could have easily stayed longer, my only mate in Leeds is in Croydon right now, so a return to the station was in order. Via the Head of Steam.
Where a man brought flowers to me.
Returning to tbe Angel Inn, I should mention that it’s in a cool location.
I should also mention that the flowers were a form of advertising. I may have thanked the man for bringing flowers for me. He may also have said that I he did so because I appeared to be ‘sad and alone’.
After a few hours working in the shed, and a shower to de-muck myself, I caught a bus to town. To buy a lampshade.
Feeling somewhat stressed after my shopping experience, I needed to find somewhere to rest and unwind. I’m now in the Town Mouse, where the landlorn embarrassingly greeted me by name. Still, I have a nice pint of Almasty pilsner.
If you’ve not yet tried it, the Town Mouse is a great little bar (micropub), with a most pleasant owner.
It’s some time since we’d been to Charters, in Peterborough. There’ve been some changes.
I quite like the new look. An improved range of beer too.