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The Anifest kept me indoors for most of Saturday, aside for a brief period of reading on the balcony of Albatross House and an hour in Caffe Nerd, so I was afraid the weather would be against me on Sunday. As things turned out, it stayed clear, and I headed east, pausing for a discount brand store. I fancied Widders Bel, but the coffee is better in The Ram, and I was at the mercy of whichever bus turned up first.
They came at the same time - but Widders Bel was a better bet, transport wise. Up north we went, and there is indeed an original for Bollock Stones, outside Horney Boy. I was thinking about potential for walking - but if I went to Reakys Over I'd have to go back as well. Next time. Eventually I ended up in Widders Bell.
The tide, fpor once, was in, but no swimming gear. Ho hum. Browsed the market, had an ice cream, hit the cheese shop. An Ashmore Cobble and a local Brie, and a lovely goats cheese. Yum. I clearly have a pusher there. Then the bookshop - nothing I wanted, thankfully - and a walk down the high street to the second hand shop. Yes, the very Quintan Jardine I bought on Friday and a pound cheaper. Damn. No more, though. A John Connolly I don't have, but I'll need to wait for a book tidy to track down where the intervening volumes I've yet to read are. And thence to Costa, for a coffee and a read in their garden. Bliss.
But a shame just to sit - so I set out along the Saxon Shore Way, past Peter Cushing's house, across the golf course and over the railway. A tad inland. All too soon half an hour was up, after about thirty minutes in fact, and I turned off the way to Joy Road and past Valkyrie Avenue to discover a bus stop which would take me back to Cambry.
They came at the same time - but Widders Bel was a better bet, transport wise. Up north we went, and there is indeed an original for Bollock Stones, outside Horney Boy. I was thinking about potential for walking - but if I went to Reakys Over I'd have to go back as well. Next time. Eventually I ended up in Widders Bell.
The tide, fpor once, was in, but no swimming gear. Ho hum. Browsed the market, had an ice cream, hit the cheese shop. An Ashmore Cobble and a local Brie, and a lovely goats cheese. Yum. I clearly have a pusher there. Then the bookshop - nothing I wanted, thankfully - and a walk down the high street to the second hand shop. Yes, the very Quintan Jardine I bought on Friday and a pound cheaper. Damn. No more, though. A John Connolly I don't have, but I'll need to wait for a book tidy to track down where the intervening volumes I've yet to read are. And thence to Costa, for a coffee and a read in their garden. Bliss.
But a shame just to sit - so I set out along the Saxon Shore Way, past Peter Cushing's house, across the golf course and over the railway. A tad inland. All too soon half an hour was up, after about thirty minutes in fact, and I turned off the way to Joy Road and past Valkyrie Avenue to discover a bus stop which would take me back to Cambry.
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