Yes apparently you have to set off at 8am to get to Portree in the afternoon that's probably from Broadford the first village you come to on the Island.Mind you it's a narrow road with passing places and is about 45 miles.I used to live in Portree and worked in a prawn factory on the end of the pier for a few weeks.
Yes apparently you have to set off at 8am to get to Portree in the afternoon that's probably from Broadford the first village you come to on the Island.Mind you it'sa narrow road with passing places and is about 45 miles.I used to live in Portree and
It has to be Brighton where you meet Madam Nora the fortune teller, for the last eight years she has given the winner of the premier league and Fa cup.THATS 16 OUT OF 16=100% this year she says a team wearing blue will win the premier league and a team wearing red will win the cup.I am thinking Nora could be correct again.
It has to be Brighton where you meet Madam Nora the fortune teller, for the last eight years she has given the winner of the premier league and Fa cup.THATS 16 OUT OF 16=100%this year she says a team wearing blue will win the premier league and a tea
I'd have to say Brighton as well, it's easy to get to from South London and is always buzzing. Fontwell, Plumpton, Goodwood, Brighton and Hove dogs all nearby. I'm staying there for my birthday weekend in September, Human League and Marc Almond after racing, should be good.
I'd have to say Brighton as well, it's easy to get to from South London and is always buzzing. Fontwell, Plumpton, Goodwood, Brighton and Hove dogs all nearby. I'm staying there for my birthday weekend in September, Human League and Marc Almond after
pixie... all my bass from Chesil have been taken on crab. Never tried spinning or lure fishing there tbh. I live on Gower, where I do most of my fishing, and it's only rocks I fish using spinners... and that's not often!
pixie... all my bass from Chesil have been taken on crab. Never tried spinning or lure fishing there tbh. I live on Gower, where I do most of my fishing, and it's only rocks I fish using spinners... and that's not often!
Johnizere, I was spinning for bass off the rocks at Port Eynon but all the locals were beach casting peeler crabs. I did catch a nice one though and much prefer spinning, far more fun. Thanks for the info.
Johnizere, I was spinning for bass off the rocks at Port Eynon but all the locals were beach casting peeler crabs. I did catch a nice one though and much prefer spinning, far more fun. Thanks for the info.
Felpham near Bognor regis has hardly changed since 1968 when I first was taken there as a kid by my parents,love to go there for a game of putting or some lunch at the café that's been there it seems for ever
Felpham near Bognor regis has hardly changed since 1968 when I first was taken there as a kid by my parents,love to go there for a game of putting or some lunch at the café that's been there it seems for ever
I think it is - but it looks a close call between there and Dungerness .
would make a good question
LANDS END IN CORNWALLAS FAR AWAY FROM SCOTLAND AS YOU CAN GETI think it is - but it looks a close call between there and Dungerness .would make a good question
Dungerness to Gretna Green 412.870 miles Lands End to Gretna Green is 477.924 miles
65 mile difference by land 31 as the crow flies.
though that's as the crow flies.by land transportDungerness to Gretna Green 412.870 milesLands End to Gretna Green is 477.924 miles65 mile difference by land31 as the crow flies.
Seaham is a contender The name tells you that is by the sea, and because it has no book-worshipping Jews and Muslims in charge, you are permitted to eat ham.
Seaham is a contenderThe name tells you that is by the sea, and because it has no book-worshipping Jews and Muslims in charge, you are permitted to eat ham.
Any resort with lots of bucket-and-spade shops, saucy postcards, boxes of fudge and Airfix models in the window, and a dusty copy of the 1970 Beano Summer Special still on display on the periodicals shelf.
Teignmouth, in other words.
Any resort with lots of bucket-and-spade shops, saucy postcards, boxes of fudge and Airfix models in the window, and a dusty copy of the 1970 Beano Summer Special still on display on the periodicals shelf.Teignmouth, in other words.
Brighton been mentioned already, but the City of Brighton and Hove has Premiership football (now), County Cricket, a Greyhound Stadium, a Racecourse, a pier, and a very tall tower what you can go up. Pity it only has fourteen square metres of beach sand (at low tide).
Brighton been mentioned already, but the City of Brighton and Hove has Premiership football (now), County Cricket, a Greyhound Stadium, a Racecourse, a pier, and a very tall tower what you can go up. Pity it only has fourteen square metres of beach s
Also has several thousand residents from Surrey who have taken advantage of the Bank of Mum and Dad to buy an insanely priced house there in order to be hip. And virtue-signal. And "buy" a couple of buy-to-lets on interest-only mortgages, of course.
Plus several million foreign-language students standing motionless and morose on every single pavement and in every single public space.
Also has several thousand residents from Surrey who have taken advantage of the Bank of Mum and Dad to buy an insanely priced house there in order to be hip. And virtue-signal. And "buy" a couple of buy-to-lets on interest-only mortgages, of course.P
Lived there 1979-81, 1982-4, 1986-8 and 1989-91. Basically, whenever life went arse over tip back when I was in my in my twenties, I just ended up returning there. Absolutely loved the place. You could be hopelessly skint and under-achieving, but all you had to do was wander among the streets, pubs and people there and you felt you were something again.
And when you went back there, things happened, opportunities arose, which is why I kept moving on, I suppose.
But when I've popped down there since, to see friends or go racing, it feels like a smug, privileged, overcrowded quarter of Kingston-Upon-Thames.
Besides, the days of paying £6/week to live there (summer 1982 - half-share in a £12/week bedsit in Kemp Town) have long gone. I'd be struggling to afford to live there now. But as my mate, with whom I shared that bedsit and who still lives in the town, says: would I want to? He'd love to get out of the place, but is stuck with a wife who rejects every alternative, because her friends would classify it as a sign of social failure.
But still a great place to spend a weekend, which is what this thread is discussing, so all the above's a bit irrelevant really.
Sorry.
Lived there 1979-81, 1982-4, 1986-8 and 1989-91. Basically, whenever life went arse over tip back when I was in my in my twenties, I just ended up returning there. Absolutely loved the place. You could be hopelessly skint and under-achieving, but all
Lived there 1979-81, 1982-4, 1986-8 and 1989-91. Basically, whenever life went arse over tip back when I was in my in my twenties, I just ended up returning there. Absolutely loved the place. You could be hopelessly skint and under-achieving, but all you had to do was wander among the streets, pubs and people there and you felt you were something again.
And when you went back there, things happened, opportunities arose, which is why I kept moving on, I suppose.
But when I've popped down there since, to see friends or go racing, it feels like a smug, privileged, overcrowded quarter of Kingston-Upon-Thames.
Besides, the days of paying £6/week to live there (summer 1982 - half-share in a £12/week bedsit in Kemp Town) have long gone. I'd be struggling to afford to live there now. But as my mate, with whom I shared that bedsit and who still lives in the town, says: would I want to? He'd love to get out of the place, but is stuck with a wife who rejects every alternative, because her friends would classify it as a sign of social failure.
But still a great place to spend a weekend, which is what this thread is discussing, so all the above's a bit irrelevant really.
Sorry.
Lived there 1979-81, 1982-4, 1986-8 and 1989-91. Basically, whenever life went arse over tip back when I was in my in my twenties, I just ended up returning there. Absolutely loved the place. You could be hopelessly skint and under-achieving, but all
Great post screaming! I worked there from 1977 to 2005 so do get where you are with the town. No doubt it has changed, but then nearly everywhere has. It is still not as raffia and sandels as Lewes!!. There is still a certain raffishness to it. Keith Waterhouse said "Brighton is like a town that is helping the police with their enquiries. My Granddaughter (9) loves it, bus from the ****, off at the Palace Pier, then all the things I used to do as a kid: Helter Skelter, Bumper Cars, Candy Floss, except of course those old fashioned machines; I liked the ones that were supposed to be scary but were anything but.
Great post screaming! I worked there from 1977 to 2005 so do get where you are with the town. No doubt it has changed, but then nearly everywhere has. It is still not as raffia and sandels as Lewes!!. There is still a certain raffishness to it. K
Ffs - Perhaps I should have said Devil's ****. It is a national beauty spot and one of the highlights of the South Downs National Park. What's wrong with **** anyway
Ffs - Perhaps I should have said Devil's ****. It is a national beauty spot and one of the highlights of the South Downs National Park. What's wrong with **** anyway
Ah well. I guess if you cant mention Devil's ****, you can't say Greg **** either, and you certainly cannot mention the boy who put his finger in the ****. I guess they don't do context. I wonder how many times you have to mention it to get banned. Can you get away with two - dykedyke
Ah well. I guess if you cant mention Devil's ****, you can't say Greg **** either, and you certainly cannot mention the boy who put his finger in the ****. I guess they don't do context. I wonder how many times you have to mention it to get ban
I think the fate of the Star of Brunswick illustrates what's gone wrong with Brighton. It was a proper backstreet boozer, on the corner of a residential street behind Hove seafront. It used to have a tiny pool room, accessed via an unmarked door, and you could wedge a chair under the door handle, if you wanted some privacy.
This was the room, and the pool table, over which I had relations with a girlfriend in 1986, purely because someone had incorrectly told her that I'd done the same thing with another girl three years earlier, and she wanted to prove some sort of point. Well, I wasn't going to put her right, was I?
This thread got me happily reminiscing about the incident, so I thought I'd google "Star of Brunswick". And I found:
Once a pub, The Star of Brunswick has been transformed into an immaculate apartment with many impressive features including glass flooring in the second bedroom and contemporary décor throughout.
I think the fate of the Star of Brunswick illustrates what's gone wrong with Brighton. It was a proper backstreet boozer, on the corner of a residential street behind Hove seafront. It used to have a tiny pool room, accessed via an unmarked door, and