Monday, 10 May 2010

Big changes or what

I can't believe that it is two years since I made that last post about coshing myself repeatedly on the head with a sailing boom. You may not be surprised to know - sailing isn't something that I took to, but at least I tried !!
Things have changed somewhat since that last post - so much so that it's almost impossible to know where to begin.
Frankie the dog never left, he changed his name to Buster, on account of his unfeasibly large testicles (Viz readers will understand), I carried on diving reaching BSAC Dive leader and PADI rescue diver level - trips to Malta and the Red Sea as well as plenty of diving in and around Cyprus helped.
At the end of my Cyprus tour I got a job at Immingham docks - a huge culture shock, but I've been there six months or so now and have settled in I think. Obviously this meant a move back to the UK and this is where things all went a bit pear shaped. Unfortunately me and Jo went our seperate ways, she now lives about 10 minutes away with the boys. I see the boys whenever I'm not working and things between me and Jo remain pretty amicable. It was all very sad but hey upwards and onwards.
I now live in a lovely little town on the banks of the Humber, Barton - it has an astonishing number of restaurants and takeaways, the Humber Bridge, is big enough to have a Tesco but small enough for everybody to say hello when I'm out walking my dog. After the break up, Charlie and Buster stayed with Jo and the boys, so being soft as heart I brought home a rescued Cypriot dog. He's not known as Tank for nothing (he already had this name before I got him), he's a huge - a proper hound !! That's him in the top left hand corner. He enjoys it here - chasing deer in the nearby fields being his most favourite occupation !
I've got one or two friends here, Lynda (or Looby) and Nigel and Beccy and her girls have helped hugely in getting me established here.
As far as growing stuff is concerned, through Hugh Fearnely Whittenstall's landshare campaign, I've managed to get use of some land in a place called Somerby. The setting is just fabulous, a piece of land by a lake, next to the "big house" in rural Lincolnshire. I can't really thank Victoria (the land owner enough), I share it and an allotment in Scunthorpe with Beccy. Somerby has most of the veg, Scunthorpe the fruit and flowers. I'll post some pictures of both when I get some.
I'm not sure how much I'll blog, given my past history not very often would seem likely but you never know. Hopefully it won't be two years though!

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