All Change – Hastings To Rye

Clifftop grass and bracken
Clifftop grass and bracken

I’M not known for taking my time over a drink but even by my standards that pint of cider barely touched the sides.

As with many things, John Steinbeck’s Doc had it best in Cannery Row – the first for thirst, the second for taste. He was talking about beer but I wouldn’t bet against him developing a taste for cider if it had been readily available in hot Monterey. Continue reading “All Change – Hastings To Rye”

All Change – Hastings To Rye

Shin-Deep In Petersfield

Petersfield Gloaming
Petersfield Gloaming

I suppose I hadn’t set out quite early enough for an eleven-miler. And maybe spending as long as I did in the halfway pub wasn’t the wisest. But even still, finding myself shin-deep in a waterlogged ditch after dark and not knowing which route to take through the woods and fields back to the station was less than ideal.

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Shin-Deep In Petersfield

Midnight Ramblers: A Walk Across London From The Witching Hour To Sunrise

Honor Oak
Honor Oak. Not far from the beginning

‘Look at the lucky cat. Over there. The lucky cat.’

Given she looked high as a kite it wasn’t the most unusual thing she could have said. She had pink powder dusting her hair and her face. Her fella didn’t look the healthy side of sober either.

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Midnight Ramblers: A Walk Across London From The Witching Hour To Sunrise

Wapping Old Stairs — The Last A Pirate Might See

In his exhaustive portrait of the capital city, Peter Ackroyd described London as ‘the city of gallows’.

The location of one such set was Execution Dock in Wapping. The precise spot is unknown but a good contender is next to the Town Of Ramsgate pub on the high street, down what have become known as Wapping Old Stairs.

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Wapping Old Stairs — The Last A Pirate Might See