Saturday 5th February 2022, 1.30pm (day 3,817)
Is it too early to be in the pub on a Saturday afternoon? When the weather outside is as grim as it was today, then no. The welcome inside was much warmer.
The Old Pond Inn
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The blacks and the whites
Tuesday 1st February 2022, 7.05pm (day 3,813)
Serious combat in the Railway this evening. Somehow black and white photography seems appropriate for this subject matter.
Inside the pinball machine
Thursday 6th January 2022, 4.55pm (day 3,787)
The Railway has acquired one of these devices. I like pinball; it is a highly pointless activity but the complexity and fine engineering of the machines is often impressive. Are there entire degree programmes devoted to Pinball Studies I wonder? This shot is, of course, taken through glass, hence the reflected text at the top, which might almost be Cyrillic, though you’ll eventually work it out (the machine has a circus theme).
Family selfie
Thursday 30th December 2021, 1.50pm (day 3,780)
Let’s push that Christmas theme a little further. There we are to top right, and I think this is the first time all three of us have appeared on the same featured shot. Here we await a lunch out, that was terrible and overpriced, so I will forebear from mentioning the name of the pub.
Joe is back
Wednesday 22nd December 2021, 3.25pm (day 3,772)
Including this shot Joe has appeared on 142 days of this blog, an average of about once every 26.5 days, and the most depicted person on here. But this is his first shot since 9th September, a date located just before he went off to university. However, here he is back from said posting. Different? Perhaps, a little.
Under surveillance
Saturday 11th December 2021, 12.50pm (day 3,761)
“I don’t care what my lot are doing. You’re eating. They’re not. I’m going to stare at you for a while.”
Welcome warmth
Monday 6th December 2021, 4.40pm (day 3,756)
My three weeks in St Helena meant that I missed out on the first decline of winter, and have thus been plunged straight back into December chill and gloom, without the initial acclimatisation. Sights like this are thus very welcome at this time. It’s only just been lit, but it’s developing nicely.
Home, with friends
Thursday 2nd December 2021, 6.15pm (day 3,752)
It’s nice to travel, but it’s also welcome to come home. Mr Steve Grey makes at least his 10th appearance on this blog.
The Standard
Monday 29th November 2021, 6.40pm (day 3,749)
There are three pubs in Jamestown, but The Standard is the only one that seems to be reliably open. This was my penultimate full day in St Helena and while, in some ways, I am looking forward to getting back home, I see Paranoia has broken out again in a big way…
Out (in Jamestown)
Friday 19th November 2021, 10.15pm (day 3,739)
Friday night — and I’m out! In every sense of the term. So were plenty of other people who were on the flight, ten days ago. The Muleyard pub in Jamestown hosted ex-pats and locals alike, and we all celebrated being part of the land of the living.
Being 42 