John Barleycorn Inn
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Dad's Birthday is fast approaching and I find myself thinking of Birthday presents for him, something unique and fun that won't end up getting packed into a box for a year (this is not as easy as you may think!)
Then suddenly a spark of an idea enters my head - What about the gift of their very own Blog!
I don't know about you (not sure who I am referring to here, but am sure ...
... easier to get in this airport than out of it. People watched, had a drink and something to eat, amazed at the number of young, really young babies travelling. Boarded at 8.55pm, quite a walk to the holding pen. Down, down, down a very steep escalator under the huge jumbo above us! Then a walk under a runway, then up, up, up an equally steep escalator - Kevin actually recognised the one we lost the bag down, when we arrived 8 weeks ago! BIG, two tier plane. Good ...
... arriving safely came the excitement and relief of having wifi and checking in with the folks back home in Melbourne. at 07:30 after potentially the worst customs every we boarded the coach to take us to Peterborough, which is about 2 hours north from the heart of London. Along the way we all caught up on some much needed sleep whilst catching a glimpse of some of ...
Africa is in my blood!! Both my Maternal Grandparents were born and raised in Africa, specifically Kenya, and both my Parents were born in Africa. Dad was born in what was known then as North Rhodesia, and Mumma was born in South Africa. Dad had, what he likes to joke with Mum about, a 'civilised' English upbringing on rural country farm lands and the deepest darkest Exmoor, whereas Mum had no need for shoes until she was about 16 ...
... Then we were back into unknown territory as we continued downstream from Benson. Just the other side of Benson lock is the village of Wallingford, where we got mooring right at the base of the Norman ruins. H&V and J&I went exploring while E&S went to the laundrette. We found ourselves in the moat to the castle which is now a public footpath so we followed it to the end to get dumped ...