A short cut to sausages
Up early to go for a walk in the country with Anton. Up to his house and then down to get a bus, talking about a new audiobook, the Time Traveller's Guide to Medieval England by Ian Mortimer. I took Anton's advice and downloaded it this week, and am very pleased with it. A great concept, which instantly makes you wonder why it has not been done before. We alighted slightly beyond the village of Pheasant's Green, and walked along the road, past a gaggle of complaining white geese.
Once we had walked with trepidation past the warning clay shoot in progress signs, the route was straight and easy as it had been an old railway line. Paused for lunch on a bench which someone had donated to look out on his beloved countryside. Annoyingly, my sore throat was making it a bit of a chore, so we stopped after a couple of hours. Towards the end, we walked through a herd of cattle, Anton helpfully mentioned that someone had been trampled to death in such circumstances only recently and then used me as a human shield. When he noticed one of them was a bullock and one of the cows started flicking her back foot, however, he rapidly seized the vanguard.
Safely arrived in the little town of Henfield, where we noticed Alan Woodward's prize winning sausage and butchers shop, here I bought some pork, garlic and chili sausages. These, it transpired, were truly delicious. Then we had a restorative pint of Harveys and got the bus back to Brighton.
A couple more cheeky beers with Anton in Trafalgar Street, where we saw in the Great Eastern a man with a big beard and a dress. Just not a great look.
Home to snooze on my sofa. Then in the evening off in the rain to Lewes to see Randolph's play Only Free Men at Lewes Theatre Club. Definitely an interesting play, with a wonderful part for a suspected terrorist. The actor did a great job in this role, and there was much turning of the moral tables during the interrogation that made up the action of the play.
Randolph pleased with the performances, and we had a drink with him afterwards in the little bar, and spoke to a few others. Some am dram preening going on, which is always fun to watch. But an interesting play, and Randolph clearly a fine writer.
Would show some nice photos at this point, however I appear to have lost my beloved camera.
Up early to go for a walk in the country with Anton. Up to his house and then down to get a bus, talking about a new audiobook, the Time Traveller's Guide to Medieval England by Ian Mortimer. I took Anton's advice and downloaded it this week, and am very pleased with it. A great concept, which instantly makes you wonder why it has not been done before. We alighted slightly beyond the village of Pheasant's Green, and walked along the road, past a gaggle of complaining white geese.
Once we had walked with trepidation past the warning clay shoot in progress signs, the route was straight and easy as it had been an old railway line. Paused for lunch on a bench which someone had donated to look out on his beloved countryside. Annoyingly, my sore throat was making it a bit of a chore, so we stopped after a couple of hours. Towards the end, we walked through a herd of cattle, Anton helpfully mentioned that someone had been trampled to death in such circumstances only recently and then used me as a human shield. When he noticed one of them was a bullock and one of the cows started flicking her back foot, however, he rapidly seized the vanguard.
Safely arrived in the little town of Henfield, where we noticed Alan Woodward's prize winning sausage and butchers shop, here I bought some pork, garlic and chili sausages. These, it transpired, were truly delicious. Then we had a restorative pint of Harveys and got the bus back to Brighton.
A couple more cheeky beers with Anton in Trafalgar Street, where we saw in the Great Eastern a man with a big beard and a dress. Just not a great look.
Home to snooze on my sofa. Then in the evening off in the rain to Lewes to see Randolph's play Only Free Men at Lewes Theatre Club. Definitely an interesting play, with a wonderful part for a suspected terrorist. The actor did a great job in this role, and there was much turning of the moral tables during the interrogation that made up the action of the play.
Randolph pleased with the performances, and we had a drink with him afterwards in the little bar, and spoke to a few others. Some am dram preening going on, which is always fun to watch. But an interesting play, and Randolph clearly a fine writer.
Would show some nice photos at this point, however I appear to have lost my beloved camera.
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