Category: sheffield

What a find…

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I was just wandering around Pick n Pay in the Waterfront this morning, looking for rice snacks for the kids’ lunchboxes as it happens, when suddenly my gaze was caught by a flash of familiar orange.

Yes. Convivial Yorkshire Crisps with a guest appearance by my favourite condiment. There’s even a photo on the back of the tub of that factory next door to the hospital where I was born:

The hospital which has since been demolished. Yes, I know.

And within that beautifully decorated tub? Heaven in fried potato form.

So who am I to ignore the request to be convivial?
I shall eat, drink and be merry. And then I’ll go and buy some more and do it all over again.

Catching up on Flickr

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Time seems to have accelerated somewhat since we got back from the UK. We landed in Cape Town on Monday morning and it’s already November. Or something.

Anyway, I’ve been doing my best to sort through the few thousand photos I took while we were away and I’m happy to say that I have got them down to a couple of hundred and finally put them up onto Flickr in the Heading North 2012 Collection.

That’s a couple of them above and obviously, there are plenty more where they came from, from the sublime to the slightly less sublime. Go, enjoy, make my stats look better.

Hurry home

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Sunday 15th July. It’s Scoop’s 4th birthday and she and the rest of the family are spending the day travelling. First, from Sheffield to London, then across the capital to Terminal 5 at Heathrow and then, overnight back home to Cape Town. Door to door should be about 21 hours. It’s functional, it’s necessary and it’s no fun for any of us, to be fair.

As I write, the flooded East Midlands are flying past, reminding me just how crappy the weather has been since we’ve been over. It’s not too bad out there at the moment, although apparently it’s raining in London. Fortunately, we don’t have to go outside once we get there.
Sadly, while we’ve enjoyed our stay immensely, this will always be remembered as the summer holiday that never really got very summery. We can count three sunny days on one hand, which, bearing in mind we’ve been in Europe for over three weeks, isn’t great.

It’s gone so quickly, but it still seems like forever since we arrived: the days in London and Paris are like a lifetime ago. It’s going to take a long evening with the photos to remember and relive the details.

But right now, gazing out at the fetid industrial heartland of… erm… Market Harborough, I’m going to try and amuse the kids for at least some of the remaining 90 minutes to St Pancras.

New Record

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Much rejoicing this morning (in my head anyway) so knocked a whole 31 seconds off my PB for 10km on my last run while we’re away. PB for running 10 km, that is, obviously. I would imagine that while we’re flying home in a couple of days time, I’ll be knocking 10 km off in just a few seconds. But I’m not allowed to switch my GPS on there.
Today was another wet one and it seems that we’ll be lucky to see the sun again while we’re here. The weather has generally been miserable, but I do think we’ve made the best of it. It hasn’t been a traditional “summer holiday”, but it has been a lot of fun.