Category: There, Not Here
Travel, day trips, holidays and places that aren’t home
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Kentwell Hall at Easter
Kentwell Hall, in Suffolk, is somewhere we’ve got quite curious about of late. Its Tudor recreations are a delight we missed out on during our schooldays but are determined to catch up on now. Here’s a video from its Easter weekend.
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Hemsby: happy Vikings, lonely Romans and one scary ole sausage
So, Hemsby then. Small village on the Norfolk seaside, too far north for the bright lights of Great Yarmouth, too far south for the wilder, quieter, less commercial, interesting bits of coast. I’d begged a long weekend in my parents’ caravan, just me and my laptop and my plans for a novel (oh – and…
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Hunny and Cromer: I do like to be beside the seaside
For reasons that make a long story (novel-length, with any luck) I wanted to visit a seaside resort out of season to remind myself of the atmosphere. So, back in March, we loaded up our metaphorical bucket and spade and headed off to the seaside.
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Clarity
This is nice. I'm sat with a cup of tea in the bright, airy garden room of a National Trust holiday cottage in the far south west of Cornwall, free from most of the cares of normal life and about as far as you can get from the barrage of Christmas commercialism.
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In search of the English Roswell
So, yesterday we went to have a potter around some woodland where, 26 years ago this month, an alien spaceship was seen to land. Possibly. The Rendlesham Forest Incident, in which a group of American airmen rushed out to what they thought was a crashed aircraft, is sometimes known as the”English Roswell”. Some, including a…
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Lions and tigers and bears, oh yes
Saturday saw us belatedly celebrating Beloved Other Half's birthday with a trip to Whipsnade Wild Animal Park, which I must surely have visited as a child, if only I could remember. Won't forget today in a hurry, though
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Oh Brother where art thou?
The third and final batch of photos from our camping weekend (a dim and distant memory now, I fear) comes from Cleeve Abbey
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Vegetable love
For anyone motivated by a passion for vegetable growing, Rosemoor – the RHS gardens near Torrington in Devon – are a 'must see' at this time of year.
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Loitering within tents
Ever gluttons for punishment, we spent the weekend in a small tent on a hillside in Somerset. Friday night served up gale force winds, Saturday gave us thunderstorms, but the tent – a relic from my days in the Scouts and 25 years old if it's a day – was equal to all.
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The Romans in Britain
Bit late, this post, but what the hell. A couple of weekends ago we combined two of our favourite interests – good books and archaeology – in one visit to the excavations at Silchester Roman Town.
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Here we go again
So, we're back from holiday – have been for a week actually.
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Perambulations
Gone for a walk – back in a week or so
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Extra! Extra!
It seems to be the thing at the moment to be amused by newspaper bills – the posters with breathless headlines that papers give to their street vendors and newsagents to help shift copies. The Evening Standard Headline Crisis 2005 set on Flickr has such classics as “TOOTHPASTE CANCER ALERT”, “MAN BEHEADED IN LONDON STREET”,…
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Our friends in the north
Quite a weekend, that was – an extendible one, apart from anything else, as it spilled over into the surrounding days. Thursday evening saw us hit the gym hard. Strange things are happening to me as a result of this “working out” business – I have cheekbones again for one thing, although admittedly only faint…
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Start and finish
Both ends of the same day – the sunrise and sunset on November 14th this year. (Links go to Flickr, where you can see the full-sized versions of these photos.) Up…Sunrise over Falmouth, Cornwall, from the Grove Hotel, 14th Nov 2005. …and down.Sunset across the Cot Valley, western Cornwall, from the garden of “The Canyack”…
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All you need is…
Love rocks the universe……at least, it does on the wall of a public toilet in Helston, Cornwall.
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Railway children
When I was a child, it was axiomatic that all small boys were supposed to want to be train drivers when they grew up. The truth, of course, was that none of us actually did hold that ambition and probably no small boy had done for a least a decade. It just took a while…
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Home and Away
Some photos from the recent camping trip. Despite being cut short, this was an unexpectedly refreshing and much-needed break – even if I did seem to spend most of it on the phone, juggling different bits of work that suddenly started mounting up. Before we went away I was enjoying not having any work on,…
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A few photos from the recent walking holiday.
Have made the most of my unexpected day at home by doing organised stuff. And now that I've done that, it's time for some silly photos. First and LastAt the First and Last House by Land's End with the bastard great rucksack. Onwards, ever onwardsDidn't know this one was being taken, or I'd have swung…
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Jib-booms and bobstays
Going away tomorrow until Monday, up to Norfolk to spend some time on – or, at least, near – the boat. Rang the yard and spoke to Alan, the head boatbuilder, who said they'd bring her from her mooring and over to their side of the river. Hopefully we'll have better luck with the weather…
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