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Apr. 11th, 2010
What a difference a week makes
Apr. 11th, 2010 01:13 pmIf my admin 'career' ever goes south, I've got a new role as a toilet attendant lined up. Sitting next to the electric-operated toilet on the train all the way to Marks Tey, I have to show three people how to operate it. I consider getting some chupa-chups and a saucer for tips.
Change at Marks Tey to go to Sudbury on an adorable little olde branch line train that they hid in the attic on the day Dr Beeching was making his swingeing cuts and which has 2 (two!) bike racks. The conductor even helps me on with my cycle. Later on, David props his bike up outside of a shop, rather than the securing it with the four locks we usually use. It's nice to be in the countryside, especially this pretty, verdant vista full of daffodils and primroses and lambs and wild deer. Cute thatched village follows cute thatched village, getting twee-er and twee-er until we get to Bildeston, former parish of![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
dickon_edwards which, disappointingly, is not the tweeest of the twee. I hoped it would look like a Sarah Records record cover. There is no blue plaque to Dickon (yet).
Last weekend, we cycled around in four layers of clothing, now I'm in a t-shirt, face SPF-d to the hilt and arm burning. The reason we're cycling in Suffolk is to visit a vegetarian pub (have good food, will travel). Yup, there's a veggie pub in Brighton, but it's a nachos and veggieburger kind of place, this menu is at the level I like: not too pub grub and not too fancy (memories of the 3 (three!) pieces of pumpkin ravioli I got at the Oxo Tower). It reminds me very much of the pub-restaurants I used to go to with my parents when younger. Not gastro-pubs, but not scampi-in-a-basket either. And definitely not a restraurant with intimidating waiters and French sauces and weird wine lists. Yer standard 1980s prawn cocktail and steak 'n' chips fare, followed by a choice from the sweet trolley sort of deal. Indeed, there is a friendly northern barmaid and you get potatoes and vegetables with your meal whether you want them or not, and "cream-or-icecream" with your pudding. It's all very delicious and we eat enough to fuel us on the fourteen miles back to Sudbury at super-top speed.
Change at Marks Tey to go to Sudbury on an adorable little olde branch line train that they hid in the attic on the day Dr Beeching was making his swingeing cuts and which has 2 (two!) bike racks. The conductor even helps me on with my cycle. Later on, David props his bike up outside of a shop, rather than the securing it with the four locks we usually use. It's nice to be in the countryside, especially this pretty, verdant vista full of daffodils and primroses and lambs and wild deer. Cute thatched village follows cute thatched village, getting twee-er and twee-er until we get to Bildeston, former parish of
dickon_edwards which, disappointingly, is not the tweeest of the twee. I hoped it would look like a Sarah Records record cover. There is no blue plaque to Dickon (yet).Last weekend, we cycled around in four layers of clothing, now I'm in a t-shirt, face SPF-d to the hilt and arm burning. The reason we're cycling in Suffolk is to visit a vegetarian pub (have good food, will travel). Yup, there's a veggie pub in Brighton, but it's a nachos and veggieburger kind of place, this menu is at the level I like: not too pub grub and not too fancy (memories of the 3 (three!) pieces of pumpkin ravioli I got at the Oxo Tower). It reminds me very much of the pub-restaurants I used to go to with my parents when younger. Not gastro-pubs, but not scampi-in-a-basket either. And definitely not a restraurant with intimidating waiters and French sauces and weird wine lists. Yer standard 1980s prawn cocktail and steak 'n' chips fare, followed by a choice from the sweet trolley sort of deal. Indeed, there is a friendly northern barmaid and you get potatoes and vegetables with your meal whether you want them or not, and "cream-or-icecream" with your pudding. It's all very delicious and we eat enough to fuel us on the fourteen miles back to Sudbury at super-top speed.
What a difference a week makes
Apr. 11th, 2010 01:13 pmIf my admin 'career' ever goes south, I've got a new role as a toilet attendant lined up. Sitting next to the electric-operated toilet on the train all the way to Marks Tey, I have to show three people how to operate it. I consider getting some chupa-chups and a saucer for tips.
Change at Marks Tey to go to Sudbury on an adorable little olde branch line train that they hid in the attic on the day Dr Beeching was making his swingeing cuts and which has 2 (two!) bike racks. The conductor even helps me on with my cycle. Later on, David props his bike up outside of a shop, rather than the securing it with the four locks we usually use. It's nice to be in the countryside, especially this pretty, verdant vista full of daffodils and primroses and lambs and wild deer. Cute thatched village follows cute thatched village, getting twee-er and twee-er until we get to Bildeston, former parish ofdickon_edwards which, disappointingly, is not the tweeest of the twee. I hoped it would look like a Sarah Records record cover. There is no blue plaque to Dickon (yet).
Last weekend, we cycled around in four layers of clothing, now I'm in a t-shirt, face SPF-d to the hilt and arm burning. The reason we're cycling in Suffolk is to visit a vegetarian pub (have good food, will travel). Yup, there's a veggie pub in Brighton, but it's a nachos and veggieburger kind of place, this menu is at the level I like: not too pub grub and not too fancy (memories of the 3 (three!) pieces of pumpkin ravioli I got at the Oxo Tower). It reminds me very much of the pub-restaurants I used to go to with my parents when younger. Not gastro-pubs, but not scampi-in-a-basket either. And definitely not a restraurant with intimidating waiters and French sauces and weird wine lists. Yer standard 1980s prawn cocktail and steak 'n' chips fare, followed by a choice from the sweet trolley sort of deal. Indeed, there is a friendly northern barmaid and you get potatoes and vegetables with your meal whether you want them or not, and "cream-or-icecream" with your pudding. It's all very delicious and we eat enough to fuel us on the fourteen miles back to Sudbury at super-top speed.
Change at Marks Tey to go to Sudbury on an adorable little olde branch line train that they hid in the attic on the day Dr Beeching was making his swingeing cuts and which has 2 (two!) bike racks. The conductor even helps me on with my cycle. Later on, David props his bike up outside of a shop, rather than the securing it with the four locks we usually use. It's nice to be in the countryside, especially this pretty, verdant vista full of daffodils and primroses and lambs and wild deer. Cute thatched village follows cute thatched village, getting twee-er and twee-er until we get to Bildeston, former parish of
dickon_edwards which, disappointingly, is not the tweeest of the twee. I hoped it would look like a Sarah Records record cover. There is no blue plaque to Dickon (yet).Last weekend, we cycled around in four layers of clothing, now I'm in a t-shirt, face SPF-d to the hilt and arm burning. The reason we're cycling in Suffolk is to visit a vegetarian pub (have good food, will travel). Yup, there's a veggie pub in Brighton, but it's a nachos and veggieburger kind of place, this menu is at the level I like: not too pub grub and not too fancy (memories of the 3 (three!) pieces of pumpkin ravioli I got at the Oxo Tower). It reminds me very much of the pub-restaurants I used to go to with my parents when younger. Not gastro-pubs, but not scampi-in-a-basket either. And definitely not a restraurant with intimidating waiters and French sauces and weird wine lists. Yer standard 1980s prawn cocktail and steak 'n' chips fare, followed by a choice from the sweet trolley sort of deal. Indeed, there is a friendly northern barmaid and you get potatoes and vegetables with your meal whether you want them or not, and "cream-or-icecream" with your pudding. It's all very delicious and we eat enough to fuel us on the fourteen miles back to Sudbury at super-top speed.