The dogs woke Sarah at 6.30 am, possibly because Basil was rolling like a drunken sailor in the 50 miles per hour winds. When she put her head outside she was confronted by the second “Beast from the East” in…

What a difference a day makes. Bright skies, lovely spring temperatures and a stroll down memory lane. What could be better. Last night it didn’t take long to decide to eat in the nearby pub – The Old Gate Inn.…

We were up early, bright eyed and bushy tailed, keen for the off. By the end of the day our initial enthusiasm had been kicked out of us by South East traffic, unclear parking rules and a tight squeeze. In…

We’ve not been sitting on our backsides watching daytime TV since we returned from our mammoth trip last year, although I did have a week or two where I was in jeopardy from a dangerous addiction: David Dickenson’s Real Deal!…