Home for the weekend now.
This lake is in Powys, a county in mid Wales.
I recently told BS9 how most chaps of my age had a thing for Princess
There was something pretty stirring about her outfits in all three
movies and the way she wore her hair up in the original movie. Many a
youthful fantasy there.....
Anyhow, suitably inspired, the ever thoughtful woman that she is, BS9
got creative with a lime and a little circle of goats' cheese!
The hotel is an old railway hotel and is trading on faded glory a
little. That said the rooms are cavernous , the heating is Victorian
Empire best and could warm an aircraft carrier, and the hot water is
abundant and constant. I like staying here rather a lot, even though I
often miss breakfast as it starts at 9am.
Caught the Chelsea Milan game last night which was relaxing and
electric after four hours on the train.
None of the hotel rooms has any TV as Digital switch over kicked in
this month and caught Llandudno junction on the hop!
Here again tonight before a train to picturesque Mid Wales tomorrow.
Today's trains have been delayed but they have been fast and
comfortable, and none has missed a connection since starting out at
Bristol at three pm.
Now I know you're interested, so let me tell you; with Crewe you have
to balance the lack of fast through-trains with sheer volume of spod-
train acton. It's kinda medium paced but the traffic is there.
Here's a typical example!
Yours, haemorrhaging readers by the post .....BS5!
Each time I purchase a chicken of late, I use it right through, from
roasting to carving to stock.
'Shift your carcass, child!', as my mother used to shout at us when
we were small!
It takes zero effort to boil up the carcass with an onion, a carrott
and some herbs, and then you've got the basis for 'a great plate of
food' as they say on Masterchef. Four lots of tasty stock for all
sorts of dishes to share with my other chicken!
A man obsessed?
We arrived and parked up, with snow all over the place unlike Bristol.
As I parked VX52 I spotted these characters from the future
( obviously) beaming in from a Federation Starship!
Knowing my temporal directives I did not hang about in case I
endangered the timeline. Instead I went inside for a pint and some
Maybe Herefordshire is the location for First Contact and not Bozeman,
The cake was delicious but check out the egg that went into it. It was
huge, so just think about the poor chicken now John Wayning it around
Water had nowhere to go and under pressure pissed through the ceiling
below causing this crack, which will be expensive to sort (as Tony
He's gone out now which is for the best as I'm tempted to splay his
dog out in order to staple the crack . Tony seems to be in a blame free
frame of mind which is the most galling.
More expense now with a plasterboard and skimming repair.
Irritated and then some. Investigating a repair and then a house free
of such charitable support that has been the case these last ten weeks.
On the way into London I passed this!
I am lucky to have a seat on a 4pm service as this normally comes in
on the edge of cattle train time. Hope it's fast and incident-free to
Kinda' filling up now.
I have been here for two nights after an away day meeting not far away
in rural Essex. Breakfast follows soon and then the civilised free bus
into work. I have a few hours' work with colleagues and then it's a
train into London at 2 and back out west to BS5 for a date at the
movies with BS9!
I like this B&B and I am grateful to stay in it; I always sleep well
and feel rested.
Before I went for the train I had an early start and got a load of
work done ( in faaaaaantastic company x).
I also took a look at live Nasa TV and the Space Shuttle launch at
9.15. That was a right source of spod based fact action!
Within three minutes of launch the Space Shuttle was going 5000mph
and was already 52 miles beyond the launch site. At that rate of
knots, over the 13 seconds of this mundane train vid, the Space
Shuttle covered 17.92 miles!
Also met a very nice woman on the tube who asked me if I'd let her
know the changes needed for Kings Cross, which was my journey. This I
did happily and chattily, and that never happens in the saaaaaarf east!
Stew all cooked now and I am blogging from my mate Steve's house where
we are drinking beers and watching Ireland trounce Italy in the Six
Nations. My brother is at Twickenham later for England Wales.
The map rotates around you so that one always apears to be progressing
forwards from a central point in the screen.
The train shown here goes all the way to Edinburgh and I will pick it
up in 24 hours for a ride to a meeting in Birmingham. After the
meeting I may have a nose about at Selfridges and a look at massive TV
My brother has been with me a few days this week and has now flown
out; should be wheels down in Hong Kong any time now, in fact.