Downside of weekend has been a bout of bad back pain. Can barely walk. Heat and pain-killers and working from home to help great things.
Went to Cardiff with some friends for the Heineken Cup final. Had a terrific day. Wore my Saracens colours on my sell eves – well, wore a jersey anyway – and was filled with confidence. Parked up in Newport next to the hotel, found the boys and into the local Wetherspoons for breakfast. Beer and a big fried breakfast.
In Cardiff and beers in O’Neills to start off that stage of the trip. We had lunch in Cafe Jazz (nice food, nice place) and then off to the stadium.
The match was disappointing. At no point were Saracens in it. Well down to Toulon, definitely the better team on the day. Felt too bad to watch the presentation so back to Cafe Jazz. Train back to Newport, into the Queen’s Hotel (with a quick side trip to The Lamb) and danced the night away on their dance floor. Let’s just say that Sunday was spent feeling like crap. Always the sign of a good trip.
Turns out that Lichfield Cathedral is one of my favourites. A lovely building and Lichfield itself was a lovely old town. Mediaeval in places and with a big history in the Civil War. Contested by both sides and artillery fire brought down one of the towers of the Cathedral itself.
Downside – carrying leather jackets and crash helmets on a hot day is a blydi pain. Not the end of the world but I need a plan B.
Me and the missus popped out to Clee Hill in Shropshire. I love Clee Hill. A little bit of high heathland. Sheep wandering, cattle grids and lots of gorse and that whole Welsh feel in England. I have refereed at Clee Hill RFC and give to the Kremlin pub afterwards. We had chips out of paper for lunch at a picnic area looking out over the valley towards Wales.