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What, you may ask, is the point of denuded, decaffeinated coffee? Well, there isn't one. If you don't mind the prospect of a future of addiction, shot nerves, insomnia, high blood pressure and headaches. Ever wondered why some European nations are so excitable? It's the ritual of the early morning espresso, so thick that it may be possible to stand a spoon in it, and so strong that it has to be washed down with a glass of water by the unaccustomed and unwary. OK, I exaggerate. But I do have difficult-to-control high blood pressure; and caffeine doesn't do anything to abate my insomnia. So I have been drinking decaf for a long time - possibly longer than you have been alive.
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I loaned my car to resident son for the past week as his is in dry dock, and therefore I have been quite restricted in terms of adventuring. Luckily, Sconce and Devon Park is only a short distance from here, so I was able to amble around there on Sunday. Here's what was happening -
Bemused? Regiments of Cavaliers and Roundheads, members of the Sealed Knot Society , mustered over the weekend to re-enact the sieges of Newark.
The walled medieval town was loyal to the King during the English Civil War (1642-1651) and was besieged three times. The Sconce was one of two defensive earthworks that were constructed outside the walls of the town. It is said that during the seiges the starving townspeople wer…
Good morning! I've been in Wiltshire this weekend. During a brief respite from atrocious weather my brother-in-law and I made the steep ascent (by car, I hasten to add!) to the White Horse, which is a mile or so from his home. Very blustery up there and I had to make an undignified scramble over a stile to reach the Iron-Age earthworks but it was so worth it for the spectacular views.
King Alfred defeated the Great Heathen Army of the invading Danes on this site between the 6th and the 12th May AD 878. The White Horse was carved out of the chalk hillside many centuries later, to commemorate the Battle of Ethandun (Old English name for the village of Edington, where my family lives).
Had planned to move on the Dorset coast for a few days but the weather, with storms coming in from the West, has been very unpredictable (it's said that we may be getting the effects of the tail-end of Hurricane Irma later this week). So after getting soaked to the skin on Sunday at Cliveden, on t…