Late arrival
Or, missing the train
I keep meaning to tell the tale of one of the most optimistic heritage railway passengers I’ve ever seen.
A homage to loading screens.
Or, missing the train
I keep meaning to tell the tale of one of the most optimistic heritage railway passengers I’ve ever seen.
In which we have a trip out by train
Never mind “Spring Bank Holiday”: it’s June, and it feels like it’s summer already: last weekend, we had a day at the beach, and both ended up horribly sunburned. As shorts aren’t an option for work, I winced every time I moved my legs. Yesterday: a bank holiday weekend, and beautiful sunshine again, so we went off for a cream tea and a steam train ride.
In which we remember things we’ve done
Last year, I spread my favourite memories over a series of posts, and wrote each one up properly. This year, I’m still feeling rather woozy and fuzzy-headed; but, nonetheless, these are the things I remember most clearly about the year.
In which we look at Devon and Cornwall
Some photos pulled out of the files. Devon and Cornwall, last May.
Or, checking in from Devon
Right now I’m sitting on a quayside in Plymouth, in front of some white fluffy clouds, lots of yachts, various “rustic” harbourside buildings, and an Apple Mac. The Mac is nearly as much a holiday as the rest of it: I keep forgetting that British Macs have American-style keyboards, with the ” and @ keys the wrong way around.*
Or, a walk along a famous railway line
As the song goes.*
In which we visit Devon
Well, not many words. Yesterday: a walk on the beach.