A bit of a walk – BFW 2021 #3.

Well, the last episode was a bit of an epic, wasn’t it? I know it has taken me three long posts just to get to Broadstairs and a single bed in a lovely room above a pub (situation normal for me) but the road, whilst only about 70 miles in geographic terms, had been extremely long and, until less than a week previously I was unsure if I would be able to make it or not. My health really wasn’t good. If you want to see what happens, plese read on.

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I finally get to bed! – BFW 20201 #3.

Hello again, dear readers and thanks for all the lovely comments here, I swear they really do mean a lot to me.

I had left you with me in the company of my dear friend and saviour (I use the word adivisedly) Sarah, in the Wrotham Arms with a brilliant room awaiting me upstairs, I didn’t have to go out of the door. OK, I had to go out of the door for a smoke thanks to a former mis-Government of my country but you get the idea.

It was during one of these solitary smoking expeditions that the next minor miracle happened and I felt a sensation that had been lamentably lacking from my life for far too long, I actually felt a small pang of hunger.

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I made it – BFW 2021 #2.

OK, OK, I know, I know and no, I have not developed some sort of typographical speech impediment, it is just the way I talk. I know I was all full of good intentions of keeping up a decent work-rate on the blog but events have overtaken me again. I won’t bore you with them here as the post which follows is quite long enough already and was almost ready for posting a few days ago.

So where were we? Oh yes, I was on a train heading to Broadstairs (BSR in railway parlance) heading for a location and a festival that are both very high on my list of favourite places / events. I am sure that most doctors would have cautioned me against such a trip in my physical state which, frankly, wasn’t great. Well, I had got as far as Stratford International railway station, so what was going to happen next? If you wish to find out and have come to this post via my homepage, then please click the “more” button below. If you have hit on it otherwise I apologise and please read on.

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Looks like I’m back – Broadstairs Folk Week 2021.

Good day to one and all and, yes, I know it has been a while for reasons I shall explain below if you care to read on. I realise it is almost three months since I posted here and in the next few entries I shall hopefully explain the reasons for this. I am quite sure nobody has actually missed my ramblings too much.

Obviously, I was in the middle of a series about my 2016 trip to Sri Lanka and I promise I shall return to it shortly, there is still so much to share with you about that wonderful country with it’s stunning scenery, sublime cuisine, fascinating history and a population of the friendliest people you are ever likely to meet on this cosmic rock we all inhabit.

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Coming back to Kandy.

Hello again folks and welcome back to my series about my 2016 trip to Sri Lanka which begins here, should you wish to read it in it’s entirety.

If you are finding my blog for the first time, a very warm welcome and if you have read the previous posts you’ll know that I was staying with my dear friend Treshi in the tiny village of Mattegoda which is near Kottawa about 13 miles South of central Colombo. Mattegoda is about as far off the tourist track, which was then so important to the Sri Lankan economy before it was destroyed and the loss of which is crippling the country economically, as you could imagine.

These were much happier times so if you wish to find out what happens next then please read on.

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Kottawa calling.

Welcome back folks and I do hope you have read my previous meanderings about going to stay with my very dear friend Treshi in a village nobody has probably ever heard of in a completely out of the way backwater in Sri Lanka.

Back in 2015 and long before the Chinese virus effectively ended international travel I was actually allowed to go overseas and I chose to return to Sri Lanka because I loved it so much. Sadly that simple pleasure has been taken away from me, probably for the remainder of my life, so this series is just a happy memory of better times and is not intended as any sort of meaningful guide. At time of writing I know that Sri Lanka is under strict house arrest until at least 14th June, 2021 and more probably until at least the end of the month.

I had somehow or another made it to Treshi’s home in a tiny little village called Mattegoda (she no longer lives there so forget it, potential stalkers!), I was in a place I had been ordered to call my home (Treshi orders you in the nicest possible way). Having been made more than welcome we had to work out an arrangement of some sort. If you want to know what it was then please read on.

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It’s happened again!

Hello again and welcome to my latest little escapade on the blog which I do assure you will be a lot shorter than the last two for which there are several reasons and, before you quite understandably wonder what nonsense I am going to come out with to explain such a paucity of content for another three month trip, please read on.

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The end of the road (for now).

Hello again everyone and welcome to the 36th and, I promise you, last post in this series. I do dislike using the term “last post” because of it’s sombre military connotations but, as I woke this particular morning for the first time in nearly six weeks in a bed that wasn’t on wheels, I was feeling a little sombre.

If for some reason you wish to read the previous 35 posts and find out exactly what I had been up to on this trip to the Maritime Provinces of Canada with my dear friend Lynne then you can do so here.

If you are all caught up, or even if you are not, and wish to know what happens next then please read on.

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Disaster strikes.

Hello once again and welcome to the latest post in my series about my 2014 road-trip round the Maritime Provinces of Canada with my dear friend Lynne in Betsy, the ancient campervan who had taken to making very strange noises the previous day or two.

If you would care to read the entire saga (it is about six weeks worth) from the beginning then you can do so here. If you are all caught up and wish to find out what happens next then please read on.

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Museums, murder, Moncton and many beers.

Hello again and welcome back to my regular readers and a warm first-time welcome to those who may have just stumbled upon the site. It is the latest in a series concerning my 2014 trip to the Maritime Provinces of Canada with my dear friend Lynne in a very old campervan / RV which we had named Betsy and was giving slight cause for concern by making some rather odd noises. If you wish to read the story from the start, you can do so here.

If you want to see what we got up to then please read on.

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