Goodbye England, Willkommen in Köln

The interesting old building in the Courtyard Marriott grounds
The interesting old building in the Courtyard Marriott grounds

On our last night in England we stayed at Courtyard Marriott, our usual airport hotel, close to Gatwick South Terminal. This was mostly because we had a very early start and didn’t much fancy an even earlier one driving from home to the airport. It’s a nice hotel with a rather interesting old building in the grounds that I’d have liked a little more time to explore. The rooms are triple glazed because it’s so close to the airport, the decor is nice and the bed comfortable which, after all, is really all we cared about. Continue reading

Imagine me an inspiration?

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Some time ago I got an email from a journalist. It came out of the blue and was a bit of a surprise if I’m honest. She wanted to write an article about me for Good Housekeeping Magazine. At first there was an element of suspicion, after all there are so many scams going on in the world today, but I Googled her and she really was a journalist so I emailed her back. Continue reading

Childhood memories from the early 1960’s

Mother with a very scrawny me
Mother with a very scrawny me

Sherri at A View From My Summerhouse Told me recently I should think about writing my memoirs. At the time I wondered how much I would remember, memory not being one of my strong points, but she said I’d be surprised the things that came into my head once I started. She was right. Once I began to think about it lots of little things began to surface, many of them long forgotten. For a while I resisted, thinking people wouldn’t want to read about that kind of thing but in the end I thought, ‘why not give it a try?’ So here we are… Continue reading

April 2010 – getting ready for Turkey, maybe…

The war zone
Just another normal day in the war zone

Back in April 2010 I was preparing for a holiday. This was supposed to be the holiday of a lifetime to celebrate my fiftieth birthday. All the effort to lose weight was centred on my week in the Turkish sun. Unfortunately a stupid volcano in Iceland seemed to have other plans and my dream holiday was hanging in the balance Continue reading

Random musings of a geriatric delinquent – The dancing years

Commando Senior, otherwise known as Albert Donald James Keates
Commando Senior, otherwise known as Albert Donald James Keates

Sadly, these are the last of Commando Senior’s memoirs, the one he was working on in those last few days. It’s a terrible shame he didn’t have more time to write about his flying, his days running his engineering business or all the other wonderful things he did like flying on Concord or sailing on the QE2. Maybe it’s fitting that this last memoir should be about something happy and something that made him incredibly happy, his dancing. Continue reading

LeJog, the penultimate one, probably…

Photo from Geograph.org by Gordon Hatton
Photo from Geograph.org by Gordon Hatton

With less than fifty miles to go this is likely to be my penultimate LeJog milestone and I’m feeling a little sad that my virtual walk is coming to an end. It’s been fun taking part in this challenge and getting virtual postcards from the places I’ve visited along the way, not to mention little posts on the LeJog Facebook page. The challenge was to virtually walk from Land’s End to John O’Groats before the end of the year and, although I started off a little late I was confident I’d make it to the finish line. Now, in the Highlands of Scotland that finish line is almost in sight. Continue reading

Getting ready for Cologne

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Because of my shift swap I only had two days last weekend to fit everything in and one of the things I really had to fit in on Sunday was packing for our trip to Cologne. Before that though Commando and I needed to go into town because it was Philo’s birthday on Monday and we also needed to get a few odds and ends for the trip. This would, of course, add to my walking total a little even thought we drove over in the car. Continue reading

Vintage cars, fire alarms and a day coming full circle

Notice the L plate?
Notice the L plate?

So keen was I to tell you about my Sunday woodland walk I completely forgot to mention the end of last week which turned out to be a little more interesting than normal. I shall put that right now beginning with Friday which was a bit of an odd day from the outset. Things took a turn for the bizarre when I saw a rather lovely old Morris Minor as I walked through the industrial estate. Someone had obviously spent a lot of time and money restoring it but the really strange thing about it were the L plates front and back. My own experience of learning to drive in a fancy modern car with the luxury of power steering and brand new clutch and then trying to drive poor old Mattie Matiz have taught me that old cars are not easy to drive. Still, I suppose if the learner can drive the Morris Minor they will probably be able to drive anything. Personally, I’d be afraid to damage it. Continue reading

Woods, cut ways and foot paths, Walking is Exercise Too! September walk

Descending into Hum Hole
Descending into Hum Hole

Because of a shift swap this was a shorter weekend than normal, just two days. It was also the weekend of the September Walking Is Exercise Too! walk. Not only that but it was the last weekend before the Cologne Marathon. All in all not the best of combinations time wise. With all this in mind I decided on a shorter walk than normal and, having perused my satellite maps, I thought I’d found somewhere local to explore that might be interesting. Continue reading

A small disaster on The Common and some graffiti

Interesting graffiti
Interesting graffiti

On my way to the common a car passed me with its top down and stereo blaring. I often wonder about the hearing of people who play their music so loudly in cars but this time they were playing one of my favourite songs, Kevin Lyttle’s Turn Me On. This was one of those tunes we’d put on the CD player when the marketing team were in the penthouse at Dream Factory. Sometimes we’d even get up and dance around a bit. Hearing this reminded me I had my iPod in my pocket. Once upon a time I almost always had my iPod on when I was walking but lately I’ve hardly used it. I got it out, found the song and set it to shuffle. Continue reading

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