Old Courthouse Inn
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... T-shirt, listening to music on his mobile phone. It seems to capture the diversity of my experiences in South Asia. From the spiritual and ancient to the modern and secular. I have seen the fish markets of the Indian Ocean and tea plantations in Sri Lanka, the Hindu temples and waterways of South India and the wonderful mountains and people of Nepal. What a fabulous adventure I have had over the past nine weeks or so. I can't wait for the next ...
... London and you have a couple of options to reach this part of Essex. We travelled from Fenchurch Street station which is the terminus station in the city. It was originally built in 1841 for the London and Blackwall Railway and became the terminus for the London Tilbury and Southend Railway in 1858. Services today from Fenchurch Street are operated by c2c, owned by National Express, and this was our first ever trip on ...
... makes them happy, and i love that i have the ability to get that same level of happiness just from looking around on my own.
I get to see things through my eyes without someone else telling me what to see, which is a rare thing to get the chance to do.
I walked and walked today, helping people with charging, taking photos and directions along the way. I walked so far in fact, ...
... still got a week's walking ahead of us?! By the time we reach Little Green we have done battle. Great swathes of nettle strewn undergrowth have been waded through, a ditch and gully have been clambered through, shoes sinking into the mire, tree branches have had to give way under our urgent strivings to get out. When finally we reach the sunlight, Debby looks at me and questions why I am wearing her new rainproof trousers? As I explain in the panicked urgency facing ...
... Mash and Denise a
Fish pie. Both were excellent. Along with a Pint and half of your finest ale please barkeep and we were feeling very pleasant by time we set off for Denise’s sister’s place in Wickford.
Well that feeling didn’t last long. Gertrude was convinced we could only get there via the M25 and the M25 was convinced there was no way it was going to make it easy. The traffic jam was horrific – bumper to bumper on ...