Tick Tock.

Posted on 31/03/2019 By

Tick tock. Look west. Swift's Hill, Gloucestershire, looking towards Wales.

TICK TOCK… tick tock… tick tock… tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Dear Friends of Bertie… now and again, when the opportunity arises, we like to look at more serious, even difficult, subjects. Alcoholism and the part Al-Anon Family Groups play in helping those affected by the drinking of others is one important…


More Balls Than Most.

Posted on 24/03/2019 By

More Balls than most; Bit shrivelled, Bobby!

More Balls Than Most. Dear Friends – The other week, we reminded you of our positive approach to mental illness. This week we can lighten the mood on the same subject. There is no doubt that relaxation, in what ever form it can take, is beneficial. But not always easy to obtain for the person…


We Won the Cup!

Posted on 17/03/2019 By

We Won the Cup! It wasn’t the FA Cup. It was better than that! It wasn’t the final of the Europa league. It was better than that! It wasn’t even the final of the Champions League. It was even better than that! Why? Because long after those big cup finals are consigned to history and…


Routemaster.

Posted on 10/03/2019 By

Routemaster…. an Ode to a Bus. The Bus of the Future. Back in 1957, Bobby finally grew up and became a plane spotter. (He still is… nerd!). Forsaking the dirt and smoky grime of steam trains for the shiny glamour of aircraft. Shortly before, he had also left behind his bus spotting days. Just two…


Cotswold Reverie.

Posted on 03/03/2019 By

Cotswold Reverie. As we headed west towards the Cotswolds, the radio was on and we were cruising. No rush. The “scenic route” is shorter in miles, but much longer in time. Bobby had forsaken the boring motorway route to drive over the Berkshire downs near Wantage and into Gloucestershire. The County sign announcing Cotswold Country….