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Going tut Thartgallery.

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Thepworth to be exact. Ok, that’s enough of that nonsense. Yorkshire people take a defiant pride in their dialect and there’s a whole industry supporting the way they, or some of them, speak. No one has told the lady announcer at Wakefield train station, a city with two stations would you believe, as she spoke with the refined tones of a radio three announcer introducing a concert of Brahms. Was it only me that found it odd? The big black guy talking in an incomprehensible African dialect could be heard by almost anyone on the platform and be sure that … Continue reading Going tut Thartgallery.

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It’s like a cruise without the water, (actually there was quite a lot of water).

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They have several ‘houses’ around the country, like big country houses in superb locations. These are the ships. They fill them with people all of at least bus pass age, then bring in the crew. The usual chefs, managers and serving staff but additionally a volunteer crew who are charged with leading these ‘passengers’ on a variety of walks in the neighbourhood. We joined the ‘ship’ in North Yorkshire for a weekend of walking and talking. Trained it up there, all quite straightforward, then the taxi from the station in Skipton, a town known for the invention of the skip, … Continue reading It’s like a cruise without the water, (actually there was quite a lot of water).

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Before the rain

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Three superb days with my very good friend Richard. Me showing off Gloucestershire to him, and him being his usual easy company as we invaded the places I like with an almost permanent commentary. There are talkers and listeners in this world and I’m one, Richard the other. He has a bone dry wit that is used to good effect as punctuation in my ramblers rambling. First day a quick tour of Leckie Hill. If you’re an Archers fan then the name might be familiar. Round here it should be called Leckhampton Hill and from it I could show him … Continue reading Before the rain

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The Arlingham Curve

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I used to hate walking as a child. Going on a nice healthy walk seemed pointless when I could be running around playing with my friends or trying to get the light to work on my Sturmey Archer powered bike. The light on the front seemed as big as a cars headlight and was powered by a small generator on the back wheel. When it was on a small wheel clicked against the rim of the back wheel and turned to generate the power. This also acted like a brake, so getting any sort of light out of the floodlight … Continue reading The Arlingham Curve

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Dimmelsdale Freight and brickworks

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Now you might think this is a little strange but apart from being in the Corrugated Iron appreciation group on Facebook, 45k members and growing believe it or not, I have recently joined the UK Brickworks and Brickworks Past group, and have not regretted either. Corrugated Iron is of course a favourite subject of mine when it comes to photography, it degrades beautifully and is in my view capable of being part of a fine work of art. I seek it out on my walks and discovering it can make my day, or my week even. My experience with bricks … Continue reading Dimmelsdale Freight and brickworks

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William Shakesfear

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In need of a rebrand? Tread carefully. A small change to a name can make a difference. In the past week I took a trip over to one of my favourite places, Gloucester. In leafy genteel Cheltenham it’s considered by some to be the ‘dark side of the moon’ despite being only 8 miles away. These genteel folk think it’s full of footpads and rogues. The difference between the two places is quite marked, but Gloucester has shedloads more history. Gloucester’s City Centre has some of the worst housing in the area and is high on the ‘deprived’ list whereas … Continue reading William Shakesfear

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“Drove like a bar of soap”

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I suppose if one is used to driving a Porsche anything else might be a tad ordinaries, as the French would have it. I have a theory about holidays, they are there so that you can tell everyone chez vous , what a dreadful time you have had. Not disastrous but not great all the time which is what they are meant to be. So dreadful might be a little strong. “Eventful” sounds like you spent it going to non stop fairs and knees ups. Let’s give up on its description for a while. I used to be first rate … Continue reading “Drove like a bar of soap”

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‘Destiny‘s Child?’ Oh No!

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When I was the same age as my now visiting grandsons which is eight today, my brother and I, he just a little older than me, lived with our parents in a police house on the edge of Wigan in the then very industrial North West. My father had been promoted to sergeant and was transferred every time he got promotion, which was quite frequently. We’d come from a house in the country, modest enough but in a lovely location, to a semi detached place on the edge of some waste ground, a ‘garden’ of sorts was guarded by a … Continue reading ‘Destiny‘s Child?’ Oh No!

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Walking in a child’s drawing of a tree.

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Recipe for a grand day out. Plan a trip to Somerset with a good friend Robin in his fancy car that has the very latest ‘Jane’ Sat Nav ( when I typed that at first it said satanic, perhaps that was an opinion ) Good weather, it arrived! Not too hot and not too cold. Terms of engagement all set out, make your own sandwiches and drink,meet at Priddy with other good friend Richard, who knows the route around Priddy and is always good for a wry comment. Looking at the map to get there is rather like a child’s … Continue reading Walking in a child’s drawing of a tree.

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The easier walk is ard.

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“And the harder walk is easier. The harder walk is like this, but it’s not really different from the easier walk, pause. But the easier walk is not as easy as the easier walk you all do , and the first part of the harder and the easier walk we all do together and there is a steep Ill like this, but the ground is a gravel path, not big stones. In the woods for the harder walk is wood and trees, under the feet there is stones and you should be careful. On the easier walk it is nothing, … Continue reading The easier walk is ard.

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“Basil Brush” English.

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We use them without thinking about it. Little phrases that make non native speakers look at each other in complete puzzlement. They have similar phrases in their own language, but they are never quite the same. “Vive La difference!”, as we say in English. German couple on recent holiday had excellent English and an enthusiasm to speak to us. Musicians by trade, or more profession perhaps one might say, they had a good ear as you would expect. Teachers back in Germany where many teachers are classed as civil servants. My teachers, way back, were never that civil to me. … Continue reading “Basil Brush” English.

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Montague Burton wouldn’t have had to deal with this sort of thing, but his suitcase wouldn’t have had wheels.

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  Off to Italy for a walking holiday. How to get there. Flight from Heathrow, sounds good but it takes off at some ungodly hour in the early morning. This means spending the night in beautiful downtown Hounslow so tha t one can be early enough to be at the airport at 4.30 in the morning. That’s 4.30 in the morning. When all good people should be ticked up in bed rather than milling about in an airport lounge. Bus to Heathrow the day before was generally uneventful apart from the temperature of the bus, one minute Baltic, the next … Continue reading Montague Burton wouldn’t have had to deal with this sort of thing, but his suitcase wouldn’t have had wheels.