I don’t suppose that I had heard of the micro pub before I saw one in Ely over the weekend. The Drayman’s Son was a small, comfortable place with excellent ciders (we tried Jonagold and Silly Ewe). We’ll have to go back to check more of them, and to try the beers.
The town of Ely, “Ship of the Fens” is a fine little place. You can see the cathedral from miles away owing to the flatness of the surounding land and the elevation of the town. Villages and towns developed on higher ground because much of the Fens, the lower elevations, was under water – until Dutch engineers finished off the job of draining the marshes from 1650 onwards.
Finally, I caught a couple of mannekins at work this week. One looked so lifelike that I thought it was a person. I’ve spent a lot of my life strapped up like this . . .
I visited the Algarve last week, flying from London Luton on the 0625 departure to Faro. That’s early, but there were plenty of people, travellers and workers in the cafés of the departure area of the airport.
I visited my mother in the countryside, taking her to places that she cannot easily access; she liked Praia da Faro, not far from the airport, on a beautiful day.
A portrait at post-prandial coffee in Olhão, a fishing port on the Atlantic.
Olhão is a fishing port with a small fish market. It was being cleaned at about 3:30 in the afternoon.
Tavira is a Roman town straddling the river. There was an accordionist busking on the Ponte Romana.
My mother eats frequently at a small restaurant/bar in Moncarapacho. Here some locals are preparing to eat flaming chorizo, presumably after it has gone out. It was a very cheerful prospect . . .
The surround countryside is very quiet in places. This neglected tractor has been there for at least 12 years . . .
We’ve had a misty or foggy week, pretty similar to the previous week, but now it’s getting serious: flying is out of the question when the visibility is this bad. And this old bird has been grounded since the 1950s, as I understand it. I flew Hunters, single and two-seat, as part of my training, and I’d love to see this one fly again – preferably with me at the controls . . .
I had another visit to London a couple of days ago, this time on the occasion of a reunion – to see old friends and colleagues after many, many years. Again, London provided plenty of opportunity for different photos:
And here is the scene at the venue for the reunion: a former bank is now a pub with a large ground floor – plenty of space for a group of friends and colleagues to reminisce. We’ve known each other for many years; the beer was good, the stories better than ever.