Travel lines tell lies

Which is why I found myself in Lincoln, having taken beer after the departure of the last bus and train back home, and with a prerequisite to be in the office for six am. Ah. That would be the fact that the quarter past six bus, as the online travel resource thingy tells me all about would be a bit of a fabrication then? Or a complete porky? Could be. A pity really, 'coz it blighted a pretty damned good afternoon. Into town, jump on the train, trundle along for a bit until Lincoln arrives in the window, jump OFF the train with a little pub crawl'ette in mind and a Good Beer Guide in pocket. Yes indeed, a good plan. Started at the Victoria up on the hill, just below the castle. And they weren't kidding when they named that street leading to it "Steep Hill"... that'd be the socialist realism approach to naming roads at work then. The problem with starting at the Victoria is that once you start there, you may not leave. It's that good. In fact we didn't, until much later. Some Lincolnshire beer, some Yorkie beer and some naughty brain bashing Biddendens cider. Yum! Anyway's up, time had come to make a move to the train station, only the taxi let us down and it was a walk for the promised last bus instead, via the Jolly Brewer - another fine pub of my aquaintance - and a nice pint there. A bit more of a liberal establishment that, quite rock pubby but loses none of it's alehouse credibility, or in fact it's rockpubby credibility, a mean balancing act. And there was plenty of time for a pint, as we were well in time budget for the last bus, and here comes the bus station, and here comes the timetable and...... oh.

So, a jump across the road for a crisis management session over a pint. Credit here to the good beer guide and Lincoln CAMRA's map, and also to the regulars in Sippers. A very silly name, a very good pub; good bunch of guys, very supportive to a couple of pissed up and pissed off travellers, had a jolly time there while working out what taxi drivers owed us favours (none), how many of them would come out cheaply to rescue (none) and how much it was going to cost to get home by a local cab (actually less scary than I feared). Of course, mixing wine with beer is never a smart plan, especially as I seem to remember running into the pub by the station for a pint as soon as we got back to down, strolling into Abby's wine bar for several large ones before closing may not have been a smart idea. Certain people I know were dead 'til eight o' clock on Sunday evening, and I certainly misjudged just how much an early shift on Sunday was going hurt. The answer to that one, by the way is "lots".

And since then, there's been a bit of domesticing going on, so I've not been spending much time on here; sorry folks. Don't know where the motivation's come from, but it's never sure how long it's going to last for when it arrives, so make hay, etc. Been tiling this evening. Something I've never done before. Time will tell how bad a lash I've made of it.....