Category: #Humour

North by Northwest

It sits over the ocean like one of the spice-navigated, space-time warping Guild Ships from Frank Herbert’s novel ‘Dune’. It’s probably an old lighthouse extended into a cafe…probably. In front of it, in futuristic letters, forged into the stone of the pier, is a giant metal compass dial, announcing to those passing that this landing space is designated ‘North by Northwest’. Which may be … Read More North by Northwest

Goths on the Lake?

A mid-November trip to Keswick and one of its two lakes – Derwent Water. The last few days of the visit of our artist friend from Oz, before she leaves for a final rendezvous in Manchester and then the long journey back home to Melbourne. A week with us then she had two days with a fellow artist and his engineer wife… who happen … Read More Goths on the Lake?

Fishing for Golden Girls

There were four of them: best friends who grew up in the smoky old streets of Bolton, Lancashire, long before the leviathan called ‘Greater Manchester’ gobbled up anything that looked remotely prosperous. Bolton’s not prospering, now. It’s yet another ‘depressed former mill town’, though that blanket description completely masks the major contributions that Bolton – and many of the large towns near it – … Read More Fishing for Golden Girls

Night beginnings…

I love images that pull you in and suggest what might follow… ‘The car behind had been gaining on her for the past few minutes, getting closer with every mile. How far was she from civilisation! Would she be able to outrun him…assuming it was a him!’ —- ‘He looked ahead and saw the car slowing… No! It had stopped. And he was hurtling … Read More Night beginnings…

Cartmel, anarchy and the perfect morning…

The Cumbrian village of Cartmel is most famous for its racecourse, but it is difficult to find any part of it that is not also beautiful or at least interesting. There are also examples here of innovative responses to hard times… Something we all need to take note of. Cartmel lies two miles northwest of Grange-over-Sands, on the northern edge of Morecambe Bay, just … Read More Cartmel, anarchy and the perfect morning…

ButWhatIsIt? #5

Badly out of pocket in Limoncello after the eagle-eyed spotters of last week’s ‘groyne’ image cut through my deviousness, I’ve upped the ante with this one… The cunning clue: you wouldn’t want to get caught the wrong side of it! ++++++++++++++++++++ Answer Time ++++++++++++++++++++++ There were no fully correct answers. Audrey Driscoll came the closest, but I’m going to be magnanimous with this one … Read More ButWhatIsIt? #5

But what is it!? #4

Here’s #4, a very strange object! A new feature: the ‘cunning clue’ : ‘It may have been there a long time?’ The answer will be published below on Monday evening. This will give time for our blogging friends in far places to consider the image and cogitate! Please write your entries in the blog’s comments. Good luck! ————- Answer ———— I’m going to do … Read More But what is it!? #4

But what is it!? #3

People said ‘more!’ after #2 – (the china cup and silver spoon), so here’s another… Now updated with the answer, see below… Good luck! Please write your entries in the blog’s comments. The blog will be updated with the answer by 11 pm on the day of the post. The placeholder, below will be replaced by another photo showing the context of the opening … Read More But what is it!? #3

But what is it!? #2

#1 was quite popular, so here’s another… Update is below… This will answer the puzzle: The image was the handle of a coffee cup, with a silver spoon reflecting the border of the cafe in which we were taking a break from our walk In Maspalomas, Gran Canaria – hence the bright sunlight. Thanks to all who took place. Virtual bottles of Cognac, as … Read More But what is it!? #2

Lakeland in Winter (1) Bowness-on-Windermere

I thought you might like a walk through Bowness-on-Windermere. It’s the place that most people think of as ‘Windermere’, but the actual town of Windermere is a 45 min walk up the hill from the lake: the final station on the rail line from Kendal, and as close as the Victorian engineers could get to the lake from the surrounding hills. Holidaymakers arrive in … Read More Lakeland in Winter (1) Bowness-on-Windermere

Forever in blue jeans

I remember finishing the count… And being astonished that there were fourteen of them. Suits… two and three piece suits. For younger readers, the three-piece ones were so called because they had matching waistcoats…whose bottom button was never fastened. Fourteen is quite a number. They were all expensive, mainly double-breasted, and made of the lovely variety of silky textiles that so proliferated in the … Read More Forever in blue jeans

Are we Book-Fat?

I’m not sure there’s ever been a rigorous definition of gluttony, but a series of incidents have made me wonder if we are suffering from its effects, in the form of book-fat. I can hear wincing noises in the seats at the back, there… I certainly winced when I thought about it. I winced a lot more as I tipped boxes full of old … Read More Are we Book-Fat?

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