Thursday 29 September 2016

Don't let the Bastards grind you down

Just 4 days  before the handing down of the redundancy notice I  finally been given a 2 year reprieve. Kids will have a Christmas. And a roof over our heads. Public service is never meant to be glorious or a cash cow. But common decency costs nothing.

Now, a pint of Abbot and rods ready for a chance of estuary bass on an early tide and then some reservoir roach on Saturday.

Sunday 25 September 2016

Shirt sleeves roaching

Bureboy charabanc time again through Blakeney,  swept clean by the big tides that caught the usual tools out.

Then on to Sheringham for the little'un's ice creams amongst the Norfolk muriels.


Fancied a couple of hours after some ressie roach. Forgot the ground bait bowl so it was loose fed  reds with two on a size 18 couple of rod lengths out in six foot of water over sparse weed and recently fallen leaves. Bites from the off but hardly a selective method. Even so several  netters.

Amongst the roach a very small hybrid  and an eel of about a pound and a half. Oh, and this pike that got itself hung up in the net.

Monday 19 September 2016

Peckham Wry

Took @WalshsamBoy down to the Smoke last Monday for another year in the gleaming spires of academe. He's moved a little way down the Old Kent Road from New Cross to Peckham though not quite in the burgeoning artisan quarter. More Aldi land.

Seemed the decent thing to feed him up with a pint or two to wash it down, not that I'd hurry back to the Kentish Drover, drab even by Wetherspoon's functional standards.

Suprising just how many people have the time and cash for afternoon drinking. Always one Arsenal shirt at least. I do like watching alcohol fuelled posturing and chest jutting old men of a lunchtime.

Probably more of the same in the Greyhound  but at least the facade is a bit brighter than the Drover.

Taken by the rather colourful municipal library and the views towards Cental London, the Shard sticking up like a pointy thumb.

As mentioned above this part of Peckham ain't in the least bit artisan,  no hand hewn chips or Rye bread here.

Don't get many of these round our local bus stops.

Took over an hour to get the Bureboy charabanc past Deptford Bridge and didn't get on the M11 for nearly another hour. In nearly 30C heat. Norfolk life  is not to bad after all.

Saturday 17 September 2016

Skimmer to Heinz 57

That still silvery stage before the bronzing begins..

I seem to be missing something?

Who is the daddy?

Tuesday 13 September 2016


Had a weekend away in Hunny recently. Weather so so but it is (broken) Britain after all. Hired a static which was functional and kids liked the small but clean pool. Hunny is what Essex Scribbler  would call chip eater land, standard sandy flats to one end, the glorious red and white clifs and green boulders to the other end and views right across to the flatlands below the distant Lincolnshire Wolds. We stayed at the flat end.

One way to see the Wash is on one of these Monsters

Families enjoying the late afternoon break in the weather.

Caught the sun just right along the fairground

Then up into the town to be down with the chip eaters..washed down with a nice Broadside. London Bureboi had Spam fritters.

Head back to the van

Saturday dawned bright , and after feeding the ducks the weather took a turn for the worse. Good we'd booked at table at the local two for one dive for the family. I had to force down 4 pints after a  misorder. Hard work but someone had to do it..

Not surprisingly slept  it off much to the amusement of the family as you could imagine. 

Sunday started in the rather overpriced Sea Life Centre. Did enjoy the first tank though..

Not sure the stillwater barbel police would be too pleased. Quite liked this large chub like species.

Mixed bag after lunch...Military exhibition

Bleak, hopeless decline

Chrome  and grunt machines.

Fat and sugar in various guises.

The English at play  what ever the weather

And all the fun of the fair.

And possibly the last picture ever on my Ol'Faithfull Nikon D 40, which is now displaying several fatal error messages and and a shutter that refuses to close.

Tuesday 6 September 2016

Broken Britain?

Prurient voyueurism or wry social commentary. Either way these little moments caught my eye in  sometimes Sunny Hunny.