Four of six at the Running School

7 August 2018

Every session at the Running School seems to be harder than the last and my fourth session was no exception. It wasn’t helped by the extremely hot and longer than planned walk to get there. It seems that, no matter how much I practise the exercises at home, Paul always comes up with something new to torture me. Continue reading Four of six at the Running School

Eling Tide Mill – first published 24 August 2014

At the end of August 2014, I finally got round to the Eling Tide Mill walk. Even so, the walk started off in a grump. I’d intended to have a shortish walk, maybe five miles or so, and attempt the Eling Tide Mill on Tuesday. When I looked at the weather forecast it seemed Tuesday was going to be torrential downpours though. This rather put the cat among the pigeons. Then I realised I’d forgotten to charge my phone so I had to hang around drinking coffee while it charged. Not a happy bunny. Continue reading Eling Tide Mill – first published 24 August 2014

Bristol, not at all what I’d expected – first published 7 August 2014

The morning after Commando Senior’s funeral I was up at the ungodly hour of five getting ready to catch a train to Bristol. It’s a city I’ve never visited and, from the bit of Googling I’d done, it seemed there would be lots to interest a history freak like me. After all it was founded at some time before the end of the first millennium and left Gloucestershire to become a county in its own right as long ago as 1373. There was a Norman Castle, one of the strongest in Southern England and parts of this, along with the medieval walls, and churches remain today. Continue reading Bristol, not at all what I’d expected – first published 7 August 2014

Lost property and scented candles – first published 12 July 2014

July 2014 and my second week as Team Leader was a manic one. It started off nicely enough with a river full of swans on Wednesday morning. Disappointingly the cygnets were nowhere to be seen but all the other swans who had suddenly appeared the week before were still hanging around close to the bank so I stopped on my way along the Boardwalk to take some photographs. Once I got to work though it seemed as if everything that could go wrong did go wrong. For a start there was the lorry fire… Continue reading Lost property and scented candles – first published 12 July 2014

Preparing for an interview – first published 4 December 2013

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Some days start off grumpy and grouchy and 4 December 2013 was one of those. It began with an early start because Mr Haughty was due in the office for a handover meeting. The bus journey started off the bad mood and, from then on things went steadily downhill. Continue reading Preparing for an interview – first published 4 December 2013

Winchester and a rhino disappointment – first published 16 July 2013

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Finally I’d done it, I’d walked the whole Itchen Navigation, well as much of it as I could given stolen bridge, burst banks and bits I just couldn’t find. Now I was in Winchester and there were rhinos to hunt, well one anyway. First though, there was the little matter of working out exactly where in Winchester I was. Continue reading Winchester and a rhino disappointment – first published 16 July 2013

two buses and an interview

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2 October 2015

In the end I decided not to drive to the interview. For one I thought I might get lost or stuck in traffic and I didn’t want to end up late or panicked. Besides, it didn’t seem prudent to spend my savings on extortionate parking charges when there might not be a job at the end of it.  So I took the bus, after all I still have my free bus pass for the moment. It ended up being an interesting journey. Continue reading two buses and an interview

An epic journey along the Jurassic coast

Weymouth station
Weymouth station

12 june 2015

Armed with nothing more than a reference number for a train ticket, my debit card, phone and a vague idea of the geography of the Jurassic Coast I set off early on Friday morning for the train station. Terri was waiting for me when I arrived and, once we’d collected our tickets we made a quick pit stop in Costa and grabbed take away coffee before heading for platform four. Weymouth was our destination, a place I last visited when I was around twelve. All I could remember was a sandy beach. Continue reading An epic journey along the Jurassic coast