Cracking pictures
Thanks it was a cracking walk. Freezing cold, but the light was divine.
Gorgeous!
Reading the notes before doing a developed vetting interview for a mate tomorrow.
Must not mention that night with the coke and the live goat standing on a small chair in the middle of the room.
(award yourself some points if you spotted the Viagra Boys lyric)
Where did you set out from Nick?
Turned up the little lane by the bridge at Berrio Bridge (near North Hill) and headed all the way up till it reaches the open moor. Little carpark there just before the cattle grid. Walked up from there. Was going to walk up Hawkâs Tor, the other side of the lane, but the field was a muddy swamp full of highland cattle whoâd not be into the dog. So Kilmar it was, and glad I did.
DV = they already know about the goats and midget porn. They want to check if you lie about it.
True enough, Iâm pretty certain that the guy asked me a good number of questions to which he already knew the answer.
Thatâs exactly what they do. If anything doesnât line up between the person seeking DV and the two people supporting the application they will go back and check again. Fck knows what they check when you get one then two strap clearance above that. We have manager who is two strap and some of his people are the same. He canât tell us what he does half the time and his people canât tell him what they do as itâs all on need to know. Heâs not even allowed in the office, he meets the team in the canteen. His overtime bill is fcking outrageous and no one can say a thing to him, lucky bastard.
clearing out a dead colleagues desk. Some other health and safety matters that involve cupboards
Helping rebuild a section of drystone wall, first time out with the crew for a couple of months. I had steel-toed wellies so worked on the boggy side of the wall - and, of course, fell over in the smelliest bit.
Jet2 fucking holidays, we booked before Xmas to go to Greece for a fortnight, everything about it was good, weâed been to the hotel before and loved it. About a month ago the changed what were really good flight times by pushing them forward 7 cunting hours, making them pretty crappy. Just had a call from them to say that the hotel wouldnât be opening until the end of May cuntzâŚ
CUNTZâŚ
KLM have moved my flight to Japan three or four times. Iâm now meant to be going about 5 days later than I booked. Japan us,still close me to visitors so itâs academic. They are supposed to be processing my refund.
Looks like we will book Reus instead.
A nice 7 miler today with Harry & the dog.
Iâve been meaning to fill in a gap in our coast path travels but with rain possible for later I decided we should take an inland route between Looe & Polperro via Pelynt.
The Looe river forks just above the town bridge into a Western and Eastern arm. This walk followed the Western arm along a very quiet pretty valley.
With all the madness on our screens every night on the news it was nice to escape to this stillness
A mile or so upstream we came across the pretty hamlet of Watergate.
Pretty substantial lime kiln on the lane by the river. These are not uncommon down here. Lime (Calcium oxide) was produced by setting a carefully constructed fire to burn the crushed limestone. Lime was used in agriculture and in building mortar.
Nice old GR letter box in the middle of nowhere. But still collected from everyday!
We eventually made it to Pelynt & stopped at the Jubilee Inn for a nice pint of Proper Job. Itâs actually quite a nice place although it looks a bit grim in this light.
No shortage of cutting edge nightlife.
Pelyntâs church was notable inside for some fairly substantial monuments to various local figures including John Trelawny whose tomb is there and who was the inspiration for Cornwallâs unofficial national anthem.
More Pelynt
Out in the lanes again heading south down another quiet hidden valley towards our destination.
Nice overshot wheel at the Crumple Horn Inn above Polperro.
We caught a bus back to Looe.
East Looe from West Looe
Weâll do this journey via the coast path when it gets a bit warmer!
Today, I will be mostly - recovering from yesterday.
Sam and I were witlesses [sic] for the wedding of a couple of friends, who - knowing how awful we are at getting our arses up and out of bed had trolled us by booking the earliest possible slot at the registry office and asked us to collect them an hour beforehand (she being highly neurotic about being late for appointmentsâŚ).
Typically for them, theyâd told nobody else they were marrying, not even close family, and the plans for the day were a long doggo walk around Surfleet Seas End and the marshes thereabouts, retire to The Ship for a few pints, and then back to ours, where I cooked a vast, rambling curry, and - with the help of a couple of other mutual chums - we proceeded to get properly mortal.
Good job I set an alarm, cos I had to be up at 6.30 to drop the truck off for a clutch replacement, followed by an hourâs walk back home via Spaldingâs most industrial bit 'cos Sam was comatose still!
Iâm just not used to seeing this much daylight, and think I might be allergic to itâŚ
The most shit faced I have ever been in my life was at a weddingâŚ
Trouble was, it was our wedding and we were driving to Scotchland the next morning for our honeymoon - spectacularly bad planning
Ooof!
I managed to do the same the night before mine last year.
Got to bed a 3am after drinking pints of rum and coke then the caterer was banging on the door at 6.30. Well done Mick!
Riveted in a group session (in an actual room) discussing the personal and socio-environmental reasons customers behave like dickheads, and attempting to come up with solutions to reduce injuries on stations.
Fuck. My. Life.