Another walk in the country on Saturday. This time in The Forest of Bowland from Slaidburn up to Stocks Reservoir and back. This is a beautiful walk which can be extended or reduced with several optional starting points. There were very few people about, presumably as the fine weather had sent everyone off to The…
About the only problem with moving to Lytham is my inability to find a group of blokes to “hang out” with. This is probably my fault. I think that I’m getting too mature to have to make an effort to meet up with people, and it’s much easier to stay in touch with people I’ve…
So that’s it, the end of our weekend Golden wedding celebrations. Sunday was OK. A not too wet Lytham proms which was spoiled rather by a lack of musicians. Mostly the performers sang to backing tracks which I’m never too keen on. Then on Monday we drove up to Barnard Castle. We found a fabulous…
For those of you who haven’t been, Lytham Hall is lovely and well worth a visit. Plus, if you tell us when you’re coming, we’ll even make you a cup of tea if we’re in, as we don’t live far away.
If anyone is actually keeping up with this blog, you may remember that a while ago I discovered a load of blog posts had gone missing, including the majority of my Camino posts from 2016. I’ve actually found links to them in Facebook posts, but the links just lead to messages telling me the posts…
It’s been a tumultuous 9 days since I last posted. With the help of some British politicians, some American politicians and owners of social media along with some fairly ordinary people from, mostly, England, various collections of racists, right wing idiots and collections of people out for a fight have rioted in parts of the…
We’ve been watching some of the BBC Proms concerts, and last night we watched The London Sinfonia play some music by American composers. While I found the second half of the concert a bit ‘difficult’, Adagio for Strings (Barber) was utterly beautiful. You will probably have heard it. It’s been in all sorts of films…
They started coming almost as the new day dawned, bringing brooms and buckets, trays of drinks or just goodwill. The rubble was swept from Southport’s once-quiet streets and the windows shattered by rioters were fixed. Local builders volunteered to shore up a wall outside the mosque, smashed in the previous night’s orgy of self-righteous thuggery, while neighbours helped council workers…