Odd fortune

I found a new pub in Farnham tonight. New to me, anyway. I just know Nicktor will be telling me he was banned from it in 1985. Anyway, it’s called The Lamb. It’s down an odd little road that is cut off by the A31. You can just about make it out from the traffic lights but I’d always thought it was the William Cobbett.

Tonight, Mirinda texted me to arrange to pick up Chinese food, so I decided to walk down this little road as I’d never walked down it before. And blow me over with a fairy’s yawn, there’s the Lamb, all warm and inviting. I was sorely tempted to sample it’s evening delights (I was a bit early and we’d arranged to meet at 6pm) but settled for a photo instead. I can just hear Nicktor saying I’m an idiot.

The Lamb, Farnham

It was one of my options to blip tonight but as I walked by Gostrey Meadow, Mirinda having changed our mind about the Chinese – the time not the food – and my having started back for home, I spotted a lovely scene. Through pools of light, a woman walking (I assume) to the station. It was an excellent opportunity for a photo. I put the camera on a wall and set it to take a shot over about four seconds. That first one was consigned to the pit of hell which is the waste-paper bin. I took a second and I was really pleased with it. You can see it here.

And speaking of the William Cobbett, I managed to get a nice shot of it as well.

The William Cobbett, Farnham

Which gives me an idea. I think I’ll wander the night time streets of Farnham and take pictures of all the pubs with their lights on. They look so warm and inviting. I’d have to take my tripod and, of course, my wallet. Sounds like a sterling idea. Wonder if Nicktor fancies it?
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At work today I learnt about two army doctors. One was a favourite of Napoleon who changed the way battlefield medicine was practised and the other was blown up during the Indian Mutiny of 1857-59.

Killed during the Indian Mutiny was Surgeon Thomas Stack. He made little models of field hospital stuff like tents and beds and rickshaws. I’m assuming he did that during lulls in fighting. During one non-lull period he was involved in a bit of biffo with the baddies and wound up dead and out in the open. Another chap, of the same regiment, dashed into the fray in order to save the Doc, not realising he was already done for. This other chap, Corporal Michael Sleavon, received a VC for his insane bravery.

The other chap managed to survive all of his war campaigns although he went on many alongside his old chum, Boney. His name was Dr Dominique Larrey. He was truly amazing and very, very brave. Napoleon described him as “the worthiest man I ever met” and Wellington saluted him at Waterloo. Rather than re-write what’s already been written…here’s a link to an excellent site about him.
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It’s funny to note that searches for ‘Naked Jenny Agutter’ are still bringing up my blog! In saying that, I’m not sure how. I’ve tried on a number of search engines and I’m not on the first three pages of any of them. Someone is really persevering!