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| Friendly chickens |
Another trip to watch Rugby - Chinnor v Cambridge at Thame this time. We set off in warm sunshine determined not to repeat the last trip to Thame where we were diverted down numerous tiny backroads to get to this most awkward of places. Accordingly we stuck to the main roads of A14, A43 and M40 and make reasonable time, despite it being fairly busy.
We arrived at the delightful little Lashlake Barn CL in Thame, met the owner and quickly settled in. We thought that we had better set the awning up as we were intending to use it at the Beardy Folk Festival in mid June and we, luckily, remembered how it worked and set it up in no time. After a little rest we wandered into town, paying our respect to Robin Gibb on the way, to meet Laura and Steve for a couple of pints in the 6 bells and then a very tasty dinner in the Black Horse. It was an evening with great company and huge laughs, particularly the stern Eastern European waitress who walked up to the table and proudly announced "I have two duck breasts".
Saturday was Rugby day. Laura and Steve turned up for a couple of beers at the site and the owner delivered us four still warm eggs. We headed off, in glorious sunshine, to the Rugby ground to spend the day watching us lose but having a great time nonetheless. On the way home we stopped for a curry. I made the mistake of ordering a Shashlik sizzling thingy and it arrived, hissing, spitting and smoking and it set the whole restaurant coughing. AS well as giving off noxious gases, it was incredibly spicy. It was nice, but my mouth was burning for hours.
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| Pretty in Pink |
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| Laura and Steve |
After our exertions on Saturday, we decided that Sunday would be a day of rest. The plan was good but nobody told the bloody bell ringers who clanged their church bells tunelessly for at least half an hour at 0830hrs. Finally, peace reigned, only to be shattered by those utters tits who think it is great to fit screaming exhausts on their motorbikes and ruin everyone's lives. Selfish knobbers. We walked into Thame to get some shopping and then retired back to the van and rest, blocking our ears to the imbeciles on their over-revved two wheeled prat carriers.
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| Fresh Egg Banjo |
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| Thame |
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| Look quiet - but isn't |
Monday morning was cool, but bright and sunny, and lovely and peaceful until the builders started at 0800hrs. Piledriver, boring machines, dumpers, drills - the whole caboodle. Quiet it wasn't! We got up and walked to the bus stop to go into Oxford. The bus stop was closed due to roadworks so we had to walk to the next one. Just as we were nearing it the bus came and went - bloody thing was 5 minutes early! It was quite lucky in a way in that she found that she had left her phone back in the van, so she sprinted back to get it whilst I waited at the bus stop. Eventually we caught the bus into Oxford. We wandered around for a bit, had an awful breakfast in the market (wont go there again) some coffee and cake in John Lewis, wandered around a bit more then caught the bus back into Thame for delicious Fizz and Chips (Fish and Chips with Nyetimber sparkling wine) in the Black Horse. The forecast for the following day wasn't good, so we took the awning down dry and settled down for the evening.
As forecast, it rained on Tuesday morning so we set off and were home in very good time.
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