'playing music... reading books... going on long pointless walks....' (the waiting rooms of shrub hill)

'back on april 19th (2018)  horsemouth imagined his post-work existence; 'playing music and reading books and going on long pointless walks....'  what of this list has he failed to achieve?'

this is basically horsemouth's strategy whether he is in the city or the countryside.

and he is back in the countryside.

but first a journey to hereford on the evesham route (rather than the 'change at newport' route). this horsemouth did because it's cheaper (£72-60 rather than £96 odd pounds open return) and also because it gets him into hereford where he is more confident of the buses (what the times are and that they will actually run - but to be honest it's the same bus). this time he even managed to get the bus up the golden valley from pontrilas (well as far as abbeydore anyway). 

there may be an even cheaper way - up to birmingham new street (on the slow train) and then down to hereford. 

soon enough horsemouth will be on the over 60ies senior railcard (one third off - probably a physical railcard - one year £30, three years £70, these will pay for themselves within a few journeys) but until then needs must).

at worcester shrub hill there were beautiful grade II listed waiting rooms. the exterior is decorated with  majolica ceramic tiles made by maw and company of broseley.

sadly horsemouth didn't have enough time to visit them because they were over on the other platform. 

instead he had to take a three minute train to worcester foregate street to catch the train to hereford. had he taken the next train out from paddington it would have been a single journey - but then he would have missed the waiting rooms of shrub hill. but this would have saved him some time hanging around for the bus in hereford. 

a walk into town to look for books (horsemouth was still spoiled by the book-boxes of london and so was unable to put his hand in his pocket) 

followed by a sneaky pint in hogarths (the pub itself suffering from a hangover after the football). 

tuesday (as it now is) a long pointless walk (weather rainy in the morning, grey in the afternoon). the garden needs weeding but still horsemouth is pleased to see that stuff is actually growing (that's the main thing). he has taken the milk over to the fridge in the garage. 

he has put a summery mix from howard from this day in 2018 at the top of the page. he hasn't got the guitar out yet. there are probably things to say comparing the elections in france with those we've just had (in terms of keeping right wing candidates out of office) but probably not today.