After a lengthy week, Jen and I went for drinks with Frances (whose birthday it was) and then a meal with Olly and Lars (who are very soon to have a baby). I learned that Lars’ surname translates from German as “heifer shit-heap”, amongst other things.
On Saturday, a bit of breadmaking was followed by a train journey to Ramsgate, to stay with Gail, Jen’s old friend from way back. She and her husband Charlie have a very amazing house, and they cooked us amazing food, and we got amazingly drunk playing pool.
One thing about their house is that it’s really old, and it has a safe in one of the walls that holds the original hand-written deeds from the 1700’s… which slightly blew my mind. Wish I’d taken a photo of them.
The next day we walked around Ramsgate a bit. You can tell that it used to be a very popular place to go… parts of it feel a bit like you’re in a time-warp. We walked to the end of the harbour wall and surveyed the ocean, and it was dangerously cold.
We went to a great Belgian bar and had a glass of Belgian beer, and that was a very good idea wrapped up in a bad idea. The journey home and the rest of the day was a slow-burning hangover of epic proportions.
The week was another good’un. Lots of diagrams were drawn, and extensive discussions had.