Lockdown Creaking Open


As Lockdown begins to ease, London finds a new rhythm of life.
If pictures say a thousand words then this is a long post!

The Prince, a local real ale house/ micro brewery has turned into a specialist beer offy selling polythene 3.5pnt measures of various ales. Well you have to support local! Many are, and most seem to make it all the way across the road to the green by the war memorial. Some may be offended by the memorial being requisitioned as a beer garden but I'm certain that if anyone had asked those boys who gave their lives a hundred years ago what they though they'd say lying in the sun sitting good beer with friends is what life's all about. And for the benefit of the Distanterati (A new word, you've heard it here first!) everyone was socially distanced.




This morning's run, just under 10 miles. Bounds Green to Ally Pally to Highgate to Hampstead Heath to Waterlow Pk to Crouch End to Ally Pally and Home. It's getting hot out there! These days I take water and dates (Thanks to Thomas my Ethiopian friend for suggesting them. No more gel packs!

I'm delighted to say that Kenwood House is now open, at least the gardens are.


Ally Pally is back to normal.  Cognac in plastic cups with a chaser of helium to give it some lift. Helium seems to be the drug of choice in Ally Pally. Every day I see the spend silver cartridges and balloons. Apparently it gives a high as well as the silly voice. Those red cups used to be only seen in American teen movies like American Pie. When will we stop culturally appropriating!

Many things have made the transition online. Kyle Wallace's GnB comedy has taken it's first steps to rival Live at the Apollo. I found it a bitter sweet experience as it reminded me of happy times. Why 'o why can't the Arts Council stump up some seed cash so the grass roots of entertainment can explore new ways of being? Maybe they'd have to flog off a ballerina or two two!




Fliss having a quick cuppa before returning to Zoom teach violin.

Fliss and I enjoying the last NHS clap.

Hubble bubble toil and trouble...
40 pints of homebrew IPA! AKA Yippy IPA (get it?) cost £18!!!!

....Fire burn and .....
No the ladder isn't on fire! This was yet another BBQ / incinerator opportunity.
Quite necessary given I've accumulated many years of apple pruning all so dry it's scary. They're under the eucalyptus tree which sheds oil filled leaves that are so flammable I never need fire lighters or paper, I just light the leaves!  It's also many happy bonfire memories of  cutting logs with my father before burning the brushwood.



Cauldron bubble!
Decant! Oh yes I can! By the way just in case anyone gets to try my Yippy and is confused by the picture, the beer is going from the keg towards me and not the other way around! :-) 


Putting the Rock into rock cake! Turn up the currents and get some buns on seats!


Before.... Naked sough dough and 'alf a glass of Yippy!



....and after: 


And that's it for now, so it's
End meeting For All

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