Four days in October

We’ve had a lot on over the last few days, including illness, a 450 mile trip, a funeral and  a lack of internet access (I decided not to take a laptop).

None of this is particulalrly interesting, but I didn’t want you to think I’d been slacking.

There were a few points of interest – wondering what they were doing to the stand at Epsom racecourse; watching a buzzard being mobbed by a crow (if one crow can actually “mob” something); adding more to the family history; seeing a parakeet fly over Leatherhead Crematorium; seeing mistletoe growing at a height of only six feet (it’s amazing how it grows straight from the branch – even though I know it has an enzyme that allows the seed to get through the bark, I was half expecting to see roots of some sort), and going round the Royal Worcester Museum.

We could have done more in Worcester, as the Cathedral (which houses the tomb of King John, who died in Newark 800 years ago this year) and The Commandery are both very close to the Royal Worcester Museum. However, it was raining, it was mid-day and it was Saturday. The car parks were full, the streets were busy and we were thinking of home. In other words, I’m getting old.

Final photos are of my tea on Thursday night.  We set off after Julia finished work and got straight on the M1. We stopped at Leicester Forest East services and went to Burger King. Note that the burger on the [poster has loads of crisp bacon protruding from the sides of the bun, whereas mine struggles to reach the edge of the burger.

I will make no further comment., apart from to say that those rashers came from terribly small pigs.




9 thoughts on “Four days in October

  1. jgeerlings

    Maybe you could enlighten your foreign readers on how the stuff served at Burger King can be called tea. As an American not familiar with all the common usage of real English speakers it appears overly flattering to refer to Burger King fare as tea. Was there a hint of sarcasm there?

    1. quercuscommunity

      “Tea” is a matter of class and geography – I eat breakfast, dinner and tea. People with more finesse, or who are from the south, eat breakfast, lunch and dinner.

      If I’d referred to it as “food” you would be correct about the sarcasm. 🙂

      To be fair it is sometimes OK, but this was a poor example.


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