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Beer by the river

James — Tue, 08 May 2012 09:08:42 +0000

The Shadow insisted, given that it was a rare and sunny evening, that we imbibe beer by the river.

And so we did.

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I also took some crappy photos because why the hell not?

Colours

James — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 08:09:25 +0000

I was bored and, as one does, took a wander in a listless fashion.

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This resulted in my playing about with the filters on my camera. Pretty colours are pretty.

Skeg Vegas

James — Sun, 22 Apr 2012 11:59:43 +0000

The first forty miles had gone by speedily and well. Bacon had happened, the weather had held and our luxurious steeds were doing sterling work. Then, suddenly and without warning, the sky itself struck us square in the face with all of the water in Lincolnshire. We struggled manfully and we struggled mightily, yet we were undone. Clearly our shining brilliance had offended the gods with its majesty and there was but one retort – hide in a hedge until it the evil sky relented.

But yea, though we did cower from the power of the elements, we did so lustily and with great vigour. For despite the encroaching moistness of our parts we did smile and have two beers and a sandwich before giggling our way onwards through the monsoon. Giggling like men, mark you.

It was wet, is what I’m saying. Really, really wet. But fun.

Eighty-five miles from Nottingham to Skegness might seem a long way but, in truth, the ride is a piece of piss. Even detouring to deliberately include what pass for hills in the region doesn’t add any real strain to the ride. The main obstacle to the trip, as Ian correctly pointed out, is a mental one. Get past that and you’re golden.

And, while it was an uncomfortably wet day at times, there is something incredibly compelling about watching a thunderhead roll across the Lincolnshire fens, crackling with lightning. At least, right up until the point where it is directly above you and making you sad there is. Beyond that it’s just unpleasant.

Speaking of unpleasant.

I jest. That’s a sea rainbow, by the way.

A wild sea rainbow. I chose, Ooooh! It was super effective.

And this is Skegness.

The pictures are out of focus because if you saw what it looked like in detail, you’d claw out your eyes.

Contrails

James — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 11:55:14 +0000

I demand a holiday.

Caution

James — Tue, 17 Apr 2012 14:08:54 +0000

I have an old fashioned watch which requires winding and that I inherited from my grandfather. Aside from the fact that it belonged to a dead guy and is therefore cool in a generational inheritance-y way, it goes tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick and has a second hand just like you see in the movies.

This, as you might expect, allows me to pretend that I am a bomb that can only be defused at great risk. Today, for example, I was in extreme danger of exploding in a public place unless spicy noodles could be sourced and ingested. The seconds ticked down, the spectre of death leaned closer like that person we all know who doesn’t understand personal space until, at the very last moment, lunch arrived.

Crisis. Averted.

How long for? Who can say? When next the ticking denotes impending doom, it could be that mere noodles are insufficient to defuse the dangerous device that is my childlike imagination. It could be that I need to immediately need to watch Black Adder, or wear a hat – many hats – before I can be declared safe.

When will that be? Where? The tension mounts.