Mad Uncle Ralph of Gloucester
Halloo! Golly, it's been a while. Just peeked up from gracefully twirling my red pen across compositions upon my schoolmistress's desk, to see that the year has whizzed along with mighty pep into November, and n'ary a blog post has been scribbled by the most unfaithful correspondent Miss E. I attempt to rectify this situation tonight! So, let's tally-bally-ho with a bing and a bang and a buzz-buzz-buzz!
Last month was a most merry affair with family reunions, booze-ups and bawdy jokes aplenty due to the magnificent arrival of my mad Uncle Ralph of Gloucester upon his whizz-bang bicycle, along with his intrepid travelling chum, St Stephen of Cheltenham, hurrahing from behind despite his cramped thighs and fatigued bottom. In early October the duo had toured from Tokyo upon their two-wheeled steeds, popped down to Kyoto to quietly commune with the gods and their puncture repair kits (and steam their aching posteriors in the local onsens), then over the hills to Tottori and full steam ahead to Matsue ho-ho-ing and huff-puffing in a flurry of pedalling (and perchance with a tremble of hamstring). After stopping at my humble lodgings, the pair were to set forth for Fukuoka. Super stuff!
I hadn't seen my uncle in many a year so was quite bowled over by the hulking, muscular form which pounced upon me with a bear hug at our rendezvous point in front of Matsue Station. I was even more astounded when St Stephen of Cheltenham wrung my hand most jovially, revealing numerous bulging muscles on the back of his hands (I didn't know one could have muscles there!)
The team of La Tour de Ralphie stayed in Matsue for around 4 days and much sightseeing and taking in of the local booze and cuisine was had. We took in a scrumptious evening repast at Kagetsu, a delightful restaurant built like a wooden fortress with small arrow-slit windows, bamboo partitions and pebble adornments, whereupon a feast of sashimi and tofu with lashings of beer and umeshu was scoffed, followed by a visit to Bar EAD where, along with Sir S, St Stephen engaged us in much heated discussion (pictured right, as my uncle looks on).
Last month was a most merry affair with family reunions, booze-ups and bawdy jokes aplenty due to the magnificent arrival of my mad Uncle Ralph of Gloucester upon his whizz-bang bicycle, along with his intrepid travelling chum, St Stephen of Cheltenham, hurrahing from behind despite his cramped thighs and fatigued bottom. In early October the duo had toured from Tokyo upon their two-wheeled steeds, popped down to Kyoto to quietly commune with the gods and their puncture repair kits (and steam their aching posteriors in the local onsens), then over the hills to Tottori and full steam ahead to Matsue ho-ho-ing and huff-puffing in a flurry of pedalling (and perchance with a tremble of hamstring). After stopping at my humble lodgings, the pair were to set forth for Fukuoka. Super stuff!
I hadn't seen my uncle in many a year so was quite bowled over by the hulking, muscular form which pounced upon me with a bear hug at our rendezvous point in front of Matsue Station. I was even more astounded when St Stephen of Cheltenham wrung my hand most jovially, revealing numerous bulging muscles on the back of his hands (I didn't know one could have muscles there!)
The team of La Tour de Ralphie stayed in Matsue for around 4 days and much sightseeing and taking in of the local booze and cuisine was had. We took in a scrumptious evening repast at Kagetsu, a delightful restaurant built like a wooden fortress with small arrow-slit windows, bamboo partitions and pebble adornments, whereupon a feast of sashimi and tofu with lashings of beer and umeshu was scoffed, followed by a visit to Bar EAD where, along with Sir S, St Stephen engaged us in much heated discussion (pictured right, as my uncle looks on).
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