Tuesday 27 May 2014

Reflective Times

In hindsight it was probably a mistake to put a whole chilli in my stir-fry. Even roughly chopped it has left a moderate to fierce after burn, though luckily didn't overpower the other ingredients..... 


Being brought up in a place, or more broadly, in an area that people seem to regard as "nice" means that it is easy to start to take it all for granted. You become blind to such charms as there might be, in old abandoned industrial bits, in open fields, with tumble-down walls and spring wild-flowers, although the ever present symphonies of tiny birds force you to at least some awareness, unless it's a particularly internally "dark" day.


Such days are few and far between now thankfully, though when they do come they are nowhere near as bleak as at one time.


I'm still mates with the lad who I used to go messing around with in this old millrace, trying hopelessly to tickle trout, retrieve conkers, and old rusty bikes from out of the often funny coloured waters...... Nearly 40 years ago now......

The old mills were mostly still working, or at the very least standing back in those days. I bought some heavy wool, dark green 8 oz from this one for example...the old cloth warehouse is a row of cottages now...which I took to a tailors in Hebden Bridge to have made into my first hunt coat.....they let me have a small remnant of red to have built into a waistcoat, which I didn't straight away as my uniform then was a buff coloured waistcoat, maybe they had some foresight......



I've long thought that the majority of trees have some female air about them, beautiful shapes and curves, a deep sense of time hangs in their foliage, of continuity and belonging. Many conifers are grumpy old men though.


About two thirds of the houses in this picture didn't exist back then, a huge part of my heart wishes they still didn't, and there are now plans for another 27 in the fields behind the trees in the top middle....

There are many such places to wander in, and more likely than not the mood is mended during and afterwards, even if the joints and muscles aren't quite what they once were all those years ago...... I don't need a stick yet thankfully......


Thursday 22 May 2014

Flamborough & Thereabouts....

I knew nothing, literally nothing about Flamborough until the last few years, all my childhood holidays had been to Walton-on-the-Naze, or on a random canal somewhere, or maybe Whitby/Sandsend/Runswick Bay etc, but apart from a random school-time trip to Scarborough when I was about 16, the majority of Yorkshire's coast passed me by.

There were several fantastic Dormobile trips around France/Switzerland in my teens, which I have remarkably few pictures of, but maybe I'll find the family ones at some point..... Still, these are from this Easter, and a lovely time was had.



 "Bempton Cliffs" a world class site, apparently. Sadly physics says that if you're standing on top of a load of cliffs, you probably can't see what's happening on the actual cliff face(s). (Unless, you're a bird or have x-ray vision.)





































 How the chuff did that one get in here...?













 I think it was Morrisey who (might have) penned the song about the seaside town that they forgot to close down....did he mean Brid??


























 I can hear Poggy and his "Three Crows" recitation, though clearly this wasn't the moment it still tickled me...






























There's a little house a long long way away.......