Day 87
March 28, 2010A piece of engineering that could well be a sculpture.
It’s great to be back home with my favourite lenses. I just so took the wrong ones away to Australia. (This is the 70-200 f2.8 IS.)
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A piece of engineering that could well be a sculpture.
It’s great to be back home with my favourite lenses. I just so took the wrong ones away to Australia. (This is the 70-200 f2.8 IS.)
A great boys night out at The Fat Cat in Sheffield (see below).
It was great to be back in a proper English pub with sensible prices. 8 plates of curry and rice and 7 pints of real ale came to £30. (that’s AUS$48, which would have only paid for the beer in Oz)
The bar in the Fat Cat is very small but offers 10 traditional draught Real Ales which will always include at least 4 from their own Kelham Island Brewery.
We almost won the quiz!
Tucked away down a backstreet in a northern industrial city, The Fat Cat is a public house with more than 150 years of history to its name. Far removed from the glass and chrome chain pubs that are the current staple of most modern city centres, The Fat Cat was the first real ale freehouse in Sheffield and has been the recipient of many prestigious awards in the relatively short period it has existed in its current incarnation.The Atmosphere
Every effort has been made to keep the atmosphere of The Fat Cat consistent with what most people would equate to that of a traditional English pub. There is a distinct lack of anything electronic in the place (save perhaps for the cash register and the cigarette machine), which means no jukebox and no flashing fruit machines to attract the pub gambler eager to lighten his wallet. Conversation is the only acceptable background noise here, and it makes a change to be able to hear yourself think.
The walls are covered with the obligatory ‘olde worlde’ sepia photos but, as the rest of the pub fits in with this motif, they are far less offensive than the sort you find in most establishments. The fires are large, open and real, adding another element of authenticity to The Fat Cat’s atmospheric appeal. There is even a resident pub cat, which is apt to slink through the pub secure in the knowledge that it is the feline master of all it surveys. It must be said, however, that the cat in question is rather less than fat itself.
I’m struggling!….. seem to have picked up a flu-like bug (not the piggy version!) and had to take to my bed for the first time in perhaps 20 years.
This is an early morning photo taken of rain puddles on our patio. Rain is a novelty after 5 months without it!
Urrrrrgh!
Despite the jokes about ‘man flu’, I do feel rough.
A red legged partridge landed in the back garden and for a couple of minutes I manoeuvred to get a good framing. He then shot under the trees and refused to budge. Watching me get colder, I took this ‘I’m not coming out’ pose.
Sorry, but I slept for two hours after this!
Kairen’s been after these oil cans for some time. They arrived today.
It’s Good Friday and as I’m on the mend we have a baking session. Fresh hot cross buns yum!
A beautiful sunny day and most of it spent in the garden with friends, playing three dimensional connect-4.
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