Whilst on holiday in Weymouth, during a nose through the book section in a charity shop, the title of a hard-back book caught my eye. It was: Last Call for the Dining Car – The Telegraph Book of Great Railway Journeys by Michael Kerr & at £2.50, it was a bargain not to be missed. After a day of fun & frolics on the beach, with the kids glued to some trash on the TV, I retrieved the book from my bag & started flicking through the pages. The book was a collection of stories, abbreviated articles & letters that … Continue reading Dear Mr Boyd….
Our journey commenced one August day from the sunny seaside town of Paignton in Devon (lodgings for the week kindly provided by our friends Jo & Roger). In search of family adventure, we decided to head out for the day on the rattler & at Paignton station we bundled aboard the waiting Crosscountry service. Ten minutes following departure we debunked at Newton Abbott & alluring as it was, we decided to head in a south-westerly direction towards the home of one of the greatest delicacies known to man, woman & some, not-so-fussy children. Approx forty minutes later & like … Continue reading A day trip to Looe
Tea – the undisputed conversation catalyst of Great Britain & Northern Ireland. For us Brits, there is nothing quite like enjoying a lovely cuppa with friends to promote camaraderie & friendship. It is also just happens to be a great way to start the day. Although it has been around in China for a few thousand years, tea is a relative newbie to this country, being allegedly introduced to British society by Catherine, the Portuguese wife of King Charles the Second, circa 1680 something. The process of adding milk to tea was implemented just a little while later, in an … Continue reading Brewing Up
It was possibly the last decent day of the summer & by jimney, I was going to enjoy it. With the kids safely deposited at school, I hot footed it to Tilehurst railway station ready for a day of bicycle shenanigans around the historic city of Bath. As anyone who uses the railways in the UK will agree that the pricing of the tickets is tantamount to daylight robbery. Whilst I stood at the front of the queue in the ticket office, the man behind the desk put on his face mask, whipped out his National Rail issue pistol & … Continue reading Bimbling around Bath on a Brompton
Arriving home from a jolly night, or should I say, jolly evening out (I can’t party like I used too) in the buzzing culture capital that is Reading, I have the opening line to ‘Night boat to Cairo’ by Madness, on perpetual send in my head, only with altered lyrics. And take it from me, that opening the front door at 10pm & singing ‘Night bus to Tilehurst’ at full volume, does not impress a wife. As I have previously mentioned, rail is my number one mode of public transport. But if you appreciate people watching, you cannot beat traveling … Continue reading Night Buses
It would be fair to say that I have been blessed with the genetics of a sloth. As a child I was forever being chastised by my parents & siblings for not keeping up. It was that I never really saw the point of rushing anywhere. When, much to my familys’ surprise, I joined the army, aged 17, things really didn’t change that much. As I tried to explain to my Troop Sergeant during a route march, as long as I reached the destination eventually, who really cares about how fast I marched. Unfortunately he really didn’t see my point … Continue reading Bimbling