Brookwood Cemetery

Had a nice lunch with Mum and Dad on Mothers day, and then met the Pages at Brookwood station for a walk in the cemetery.

I still find it awe inspiring in its size, and it was a beutiful day, so we ended taking taking lots of photos.

I don't remember walking through the miiltary section before - we started there on Sunday.


I've seen rows of military graves like this in northern France. Here, it was strange to notice that almost every one was from a different regiment.

And finally, Brookwood is the only place in the UK where you can see this:

Walking in London - in the snow.

Yes, I know, everyone's banging on about the snow - but you have to admit it was deep - in Surrey at least. Didn't get to work on Monday, no way I was driving in that, and anyway, there were basically no trains.


That's the only way off the estate.

Between flurries we managed to get out around the lagoons




So that's this years christmas card sorted.

Today things were a little clearer, but I still didn't fancy taking the car, so walked to Redhill station...



Which took way too long. And when I got there, it was pretty bleak.


I think that'll do for now.
Jimbob out...

Drinking in London

Ok, so going for a drink after work is not exactly the most unusual event, but this week it was both Thursday and Friday.



Thursday, as a nice change, we (that is all four of us directors) all went to the pub together. It was a good night, but probably most notable was that the Fountain now has food in the evenings (to be fair they always did do pizas, but it always seemed a hastle to get Jim to put one on.)



We ordered the chips. Hmmmm, Chips.



23:10 train from London Bridge, in bed by midnight.



Friday Morning, up at 6:45 as usual, feeling a little jaded. Full day, and had a quick chat with PB over a drink at the aquarium - before moving on to the Elbow Rooms on Curtain road to meet the boys.



Pathetic. Justin, you REALLY need to learn to play, mate. Kingfield vrs Westfield has never been great. And to be honest, both Ant and Ed are way better than me.

LESSON: Don't rely on a Blackberry to direct you to a steak house, and never trust a cabby who shouts 'hang on there, I'll turn around and come back for you'. They BOTH Lie. Excellent Curry (Joy) though, and brilliant company.

On the 23:41 train to EC and on the Redhill for about 00:30. Up early Saturday. Ouch.