June 2, 2019

​This was a very special day for me, not just because it was my birthday but also because Jenny and I spent the first two nights of our honeymoon at the Barley Mow at the end of July 1968.  It turned out to be even more interesting because I met up with the six meningitis paddlers in the pub and I spent the evening with them.  And what an evening it was.  First they drank many beers before moving into the restaurant for a meal  Now I should explain that the four guys were what in England are known as working class drinking buddies.  So supper was an entertaining, raucous affair with much loud, colourful language.  So much so that a couple at a table nearby asked to moved to a quieter location.