Sunday, 17 September 2017

Hunting cabbages

Off up to the home of steel yesterday to deliver a few bits and bobs to Mid Bureboy who is following up his First from Loughborough with a year learning to teach in Sheffield. Dismal rain for much of the journey and the closest I've ever come to the end of a rainbow.


One of the joys of the A17 is an unexpected collection of military hardware, not far from Sutton Bridge. Pride of place goes to this fine Hawker Siddeley Hunter.  Make a change from the miles and miles of cabbages and one hill that  does have a 2 mile crawler lane southbound..


An impressive city is Sheffield.


And an impressive platter for Mid Bureboy and I. He has progressed from plain pasta and dry ( no butter) sandwiches. And he ate most of that.
 

Interesting version of  a blue plaque on the defunct Black Swan declaring the debut Clash line up.


His digs (to the left) are right on the River Don though he dosen't fish.


I do and it was a bit of  a grueller  today at Horstead, even for the chap weilding a J W Young pin that cost at least 10 times more than my Advanta Ikon.  Perhaps a little too clear? This little feller did brighten up my stolen hour and a half though.






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