Liz, Pete, Alan and Annie helped me celebrate my birthday with jolly japes on the Watercress line and a yomp across the Hampshire countryside (getting our petticoats muddy). And, yes, there was a Fullers pub in the itinerary. We met at Ropley station and took the 11.16 train to Alton. Then we made the short walk to Chawton and lunched at the Greyfriar. This is Jane Austen’s old local, conveniently just across the road from her house. It’s a little known fact that she liked several pints of ESB before getting out the ink and quills. It would at least explain why she died young.
After an excellent lunch, we tackled several serious inclines and walked back to the cars at Ropley. The train drivers used to describe the Alton-Ropley stretch of the line as: “crossing the Alps”. I think Pete would agree with that.
Thanks to all for lunch, beer, company and a fine walk.
The Morris-Collins collective at the Larmer Tree Festival! Ahh, the British summer…
2012 seems to be a year of significant anniversaries: the Queen (God bless her), Darles Chickens, John Glenn, the Premier League, Andy Warhol, Captain Scott, the Falklands war, the Malvinas war.
It’s also 20 years since the first Eurocat tour and a commemorative return to Amsterdam has been organised – sadly not to the fine hotel we all stayed in on that first occasion.
There’s also another Cat Crackers anniversary this year. It’s 20 years since we did this:
Some of us barely survived – as was well documented (2MB download) at the time.
Also, it’s 21 years since we did this:
Does anyone fancy a re-enactment of either of these fine events? As you can see, I’ve still got my returns tag. Do the pubs still exist? Does the public transport still exist?