My First Micro Pub

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.

Drayman’s Son 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.

Ely canal port

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 . . .

aircrew protection
aircrew protection

Late Winter in the Algarve

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.

People at a food bar with posters behind.
London Luton Airport food court

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.

Beach with couple walking
Sea, sand and sun on Praia da Faro

A portrait at post-prandial coffee in Olhão, a fishing port on the Atlantic.

Lady and coffee cup.
Savouring a media-leite coffee.

Olhão is a fishing port with a small fish market.  It was being cleaned at about 3:30 in the afternoon.

Men in a market with wet floor in Portugal.
Fish market after hours, Olhão

Tavira is a Roman town straddling the river.  There was an accordionist busking on the Ponte Romana.

An accordion player on the Roman bridge in Tavira, Portugal
Ponte Romana busker

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 . . .

2 men eat watch flaming chorizo, people watch in café.
Evening meal in the Algarve

The surround countryside is very quiet in places.  This neglected tractor has been there for at least 12 years . . .

Old tractor in grass
Old Tractor.
Bucolic scene

2017 Week 5

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 . . .

Hunter gate guardian
Jet fighter
Hunter gate guardian


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:

King’s Cross people
London pub – outside drinkers
Seen on the street


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.

Knights Templar – Fin Fest