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”→
Stroppy adjective: bad-tempered and argumentative. Origin: 1950s: perhaps an abbreviation of obstreperous. That’s from the online Oxford Dictionary. My Collins doorstop print edition also gives it as ‘awkward’, which I like more and suits this telling better. Continue reading “Ghent and the virtue of stroppy”→
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.
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.