It’s been ages, and I means AGES since I was last here in the Drift Cafe at creswell. My how it’s changed! Filled with grey hair everywhere, old men in Lycra, old wimmin in hairnets and brace hardy souls outside in the cold (it’s been warmer I can tell you) in, out, in the throng are …thronging, I must say, so it’s here for a breakfast while I travel on my bike today.
One day I’ll get a good shot of this lane, I think it may possibly be the longest in Ashington, but I’m no expert. Anyhoo! I sit here with my earl grey and broken glasses looking for all intents and purposes like a right pikey, my hair has been pulled through a hedge, my dress state is ‘loafer’ and I don’t care to be honest, the old codgers look at me and hold their handbags closer, as the husbands shout because they are all frikkin deaf.
Aha, my history! Well, mocks are all done, just waiting for a couple of bits of feedback as we speak, and the exams proper are pretty soon I think. Two assessment pieces are due on Monday but that’s no great shakes, I’ve just got to edit them up and down. I really should read the instructions. As for home life, I’ve just acquired an Enfield No 1 Mk 3 rifle ooh it’s pretty, and I have my final bit of my DL-44 coming from Merica. The scope! I’ll be happy when I’m rolled up 🙂
