Beer in Brighton (again)

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After a cheese hunting expedition to Neal's Yard (some Irish goat, some Sussex sheep and some English Stichelton), I persuaded Mrs Badger by mobile to go for a drink this evening. The rest of the train journey was spent alternately dozing and reading Phil Hine on Condensed Chaos. We met outside the Dover Castle but ended up in the garden of the Sir Charles Napier (The Greys has its attractions but involves walking up the hill afterwards). When I first came househunting in Brighton, two years ago, I bought an extra ticket the day before so elder cub could come as well, but she decided on the morning itself not to go, so I invited my mother instead. She coped well with Brighton's hills for someone in her late eighties and we had lunch (I remember looking at stilton and salad) in the same beer garden - one of the few times I persuaded her to go into a pub. I now wish I had taken a photograph of her then, more so as she is no longer with us. I am planning to go through my collection of images in the winter and look for one to represent her - for some reason one from fifteen or twenty years ago seems right to me now - showing her as older rather than younger, but still vigorous and active. Our drinking was interrupted by a phone call from Ocado delivering early, but by the time we arrived home younger cub had taken it all in and was putting it away. We discussed the article on Robert Cochrane in the newly arrived Pagan Dawn, and I had a good look at Joe Griffin's website on why we dream.