Okay we should have fixed it properly to the base. We know for next time.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Squirrels at war
The squirrels have attacked again. See what is left of our bird bath in the middle of our garden.
Okay we should have fixed it properly to the base. We know for next time.
Okay we should have fixed it properly to the base. We know for next time.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
A Day out in Whitstable
For Craig's birthday, rather than do the same old pubs in Camden or Soho, we took a day out in Whitstable.
Me and Tim had to travel all the way into Victoria to get the train out again, so by the time we arrived in Whistable we felt we really had travelled for a proper little holiday.
There was some Champagne* and Whitstable Ale for the journey.
The train station is a fair walk away from Whitstable. And it wasn't long before the champagne made it's presence felt on a few bladders. With no public toilets or public houses in the vicinity an alternative was needed. We luckily came across a village hall coffee morning. As the rest of us waited, and waited outside we began to fear the worst - perhaps some of our party had been kidnapped by the old grannies and were being forced to play on the tombola for tins of sweetcorn. Fortunately they escaped before we sent in the rescue crew. In the end they'd only had to buy a couple of fairy cakes to gain their freedom.
We continued on our way, heading down towards the fishing docks. We were a week too early for the Whitstable Oyster Festival, however there was plenty of seafood on offer, including oysters. I had 6 oysters and an anchovy/olive combo which I should have known would be too much of a salt fest to actually eat. After jokes about winkles being the rude parts of fish, and cockles, you know they are too?! we wandered up the beach to the pub, The Old Neptune, where the beer garden is the beach.
The beach in whitstable for those who haven't been is a bit on the pebbly side. So not a beach necessarily for sunbathing unless you (a) have a reclining deckchair or (b) like to relax with a stone massage.
A bit of stone skimming.
A man swimming with his dog...
As the tide slowly went out we watched as someone appeared to be sitting on the water.
We quickly realised that this was actually a submerged jetty. The boys went off to explore. Racing down there to warn the others that it might be slippy, Tim in his haste, did exactly what he was trying to tell them not to, and fell on the slippy green algae.
There was no hiding his falling over, he had a lovely, sore, green wet arse.
The weather was quite nice walking along the streets. Cloudy but warm. Here on the beach with the sea breeze it was considerably cooler but still refreshingly pleasant. Now given the cloud and the wind it's easy to see how we then missed some of us were getting sunburnt. By the time we came to leave the beach for food, I had a nose red enough to use as small patio heater.
After a nice fish n chips in the 'warmth' of the chippy, we headed back to the beach for another bar and a few more drinks.
Ali accosting a small child for it's strawberry.
Craig trying to stop that pesky sun from burning.
You've heard of Codpieces? Well here's the latest in new fashion, as modelled by Craig here... a Scallop piece.
After a lovely day by the sea, with a few sunburnt, beer heavy heads we got the 9.30 train back to Victoria so that we could get our last train back to Surrey.
*Please note Champagne is evil. I am not allowed to drink it. I did not touch any of this. It's evil I tell you.
Me and Tim had to travel all the way into Victoria to get the train out again, so by the time we arrived in Whistable we felt we really had travelled for a proper little holiday.
There was some Champagne* and Whitstable Ale for the journey.
The train station is a fair walk away from Whitstable. And it wasn't long before the champagne made it's presence felt on a few bladders. With no public toilets or public houses in the vicinity an alternative was needed. We luckily came across a village hall coffee morning. As the rest of us waited, and waited outside we began to fear the worst - perhaps some of our party had been kidnapped by the old grannies and were being forced to play on the tombola for tins of sweetcorn. Fortunately they escaped before we sent in the rescue crew. In the end they'd only had to buy a couple of fairy cakes to gain their freedom.
We continued on our way, heading down towards the fishing docks. We were a week too early for the Whitstable Oyster Festival, however there was plenty of seafood on offer, including oysters. I had 6 oysters and an anchovy/olive combo which I should have known would be too much of a salt fest to actually eat. After jokes about winkles being the rude parts of fish, and cockles, you know they are too?! we wandered up the beach to the pub, The Old Neptune, where the beer garden is the beach.
The beach in whitstable for those who haven't been is a bit on the pebbly side. So not a beach necessarily for sunbathing unless you (a) have a reclining deckchair or (b) like to relax with a stone massage.
A bit of stone skimming.
A man swimming with his dog...
As the tide slowly went out we watched as someone appeared to be sitting on the water.
We quickly realised that this was actually a submerged jetty. The boys went off to explore. Racing down there to warn the others that it might be slippy, Tim in his haste, did exactly what he was trying to tell them not to, and fell on the slippy green algae.
There was no hiding his falling over, he had a lovely, sore, green wet arse.
The weather was quite nice walking along the streets. Cloudy but warm. Here on the beach with the sea breeze it was considerably cooler but still refreshingly pleasant. Now given the cloud and the wind it's easy to see how we then missed some of us were getting sunburnt. By the time we came to leave the beach for food, I had a nose red enough to use as small patio heater.
After a nice fish n chips in the 'warmth' of the chippy, we headed back to the beach for another bar and a few more drinks.
Ali accosting a small child for it's strawberry.
Craig trying to stop that pesky sun from burning.
You've heard of Codpieces? Well here's the latest in new fashion, as modelled by Craig here... a Scallop piece.
After a lovely day by the sea, with a few sunburnt, beer heavy heads we got the 9.30 train back to Victoria so that we could get our last train back to Surrey.
*Please note Champagne is evil. I am not allowed to drink it. I did not touch any of this. It's evil I tell you.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
A Day at the Races - 6th July
It was Ladies Day at Sandown Park yesterday, and as a treat we had a works day out at the races. (By Ladies Day, I believe they meant Frankie Dettori was racing and we are supposed to like him. He makes pizzas right?)
Since it was Ladies Day, we took the opportunity to put on our frocks and heels for the day. And it was actually nice weather for once, not something you can say often these days.
Now we thought we'd put in an effort... Clearly not as much as some.
Since last time we came here I won zip all, this time I studied the "form" beforehand. I actually managed to pick out some of the front runners. I'm not great at gambling so I only went for each way bets. And as each horse that I bet on went from leading the race to being passed in the final furlong, at least I clawed back a few pence.
Since it was Ladies Day, we took the opportunity to put on our frocks and heels for the day. And it was actually nice weather for once, not something you can say often these days.
Now we thought we'd put in an effort... Clearly not as much as some.
Since last time we came here I won zip all, this time I studied the "form" beforehand. I actually managed to pick out some of the front runners. I'm not great at gambling so I only went for each way bets. And as each horse that I bet on went from leading the race to being passed in the final furlong, at least I clawed back a few pence.
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