Maybe past their prime but still pulling

Beer Festival at the Masonic Lodge in aid of Forget-me-not, in association with Giants RL.  Also supporting youth development.

We had the 5.30pm shift and missed most of The Giants players. Sat and talked however with head coach Rick Stone who quietly predicted the Giants would make the top eight next season. Not a lot of drinkers. Those present did their best.
Around 7.30pm, the next shift arrived; a crowd of youngish Forget-me-not ladies in purple tees and Christmas paraphernalia (deer antlers etc). They made a lot of noise, occasionally in harmony, waved their arms about and smiled widely and often. Not sure what they were on.
An amicable take-over and they started to pull.

We went here instead of cruising on the narrowboat

Wainwright's Bar

Robin Hood's Bay

Been going to the bay since student days; many happy hours walking the beaches and cliff paths, and drinking in The Laurel. My strongest memories are of being carefree between student and junior doctor, wondering what the future held for us all. 45 years later and there is no point in wondering any more.

Scarborough Harbour. My pal got confused in the sandwich shop; a questionnaire on the wall, the answers to which was your order. He finished with sausage and ice cream in a brown baguette. I lost and found my glasses. Breakfast in the greasy spoon on the harbour side.
A trawlerman with his memories?

The Golden Ball - nice balcony seats if you can find a free one

Why is the Tardis on the foreshore? It doesn't go anywhere and nobody goes in it.

South Bay with new Lifeboat Station.

Memory man is still outside the greasy spoon

Why do boys love enclosed spaces?

Another new Tom Ashworth title from Shalliley Books

Tom Ashworth's latest WW1 book, about Holmfirth and 1916, with special reference to The Somme.
Includes new photographs of youngsters who died overseas.
Essential reading for all WW1 followers.

Book Launch: 14th December, New Mill Club, 7.30pm

Two new titles from Shalliley Books

The story of a journey round Britain in a preserved fishing boat.
ISBN  9780956981448


Dave Hale's tribute to his dad: miner, gardener, fisherman, walker, dad, husband and writer.
ISBN 9780956981462

It wasn't a Goth weekend

Scarborough 10k (McCain's Frozen Chips)
These are fitmums and I asked permission
What's the collective noun for funrunners?
A charity

Someone should have!

The mad hatter. Quite what he had to do with the Bram Stoker film festival I have no idea

We went to Weatherspoons for a couple of pints and 2 hours later we were Peaky Blinders

Still crazy 

Another cliche but why not?

A confused afternoon in Suffolk

Bury-St-Edmunds. Cathedral, market, posh Angel Hotel, ruined abbey, Adnam’s coffee shop and Greene King brewery HQ. What’s not to like. Greene King, who have also bought Belhaven and Morland is unsurprisingly the largest UK brewer. There was a blackout over lunch, requiring drinks by candlelight. Several and sozzled.

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Lunch just flew in

Count the ways to take lunch in Portugal



Let’s have some wine. Oo yes. Yours truly went and asked for three glasses of white wine. ‘NO. no!’ How emphatic can a barman get? Ok, chill, we’ll have three glssses of red. It duly arrived straight from the fridge.

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Some odd things in Santiago de Compostela, Galicia, Portugal

Wiki writes about Santiago university ‘The roots go back to 1495, when the Santiago solicitor López Gómez de Mazoa founded, with the help of the abbot of San Martiño Pinario, a school for the poor known as Grammatic Academy in the monastery of San Paio de Antealtares … The definitive consolidation of the University comes with Alonso III de Fonseca, named archbishop of Santiago de Compostela in 1507.’
He was one of the earliest mobile phone users.
Students select their courses by standing with their backs to a framed subject list. Whether it’s a pin or not, somehow they make a choice.
Up in the various carvings and statues of the monumental buildings sits the Queen of Sheba, boobs asunder under the watchful gaze of several lucky vicars and other religious notables. Some past pencil neck bishop had the boobs ground down. Locals thought this a tad over the top and started making their cheeses in the shape of breasts, donating some to the bishop.

Food and drink pub crawl

Number 2 son and I spent some guy time together in Holmfirth today between 4 and 6 o'clock. In the Nook, the Taps and Oscars. No big deal in terms of amounts consumed.

Hell of a pub crawl though. All of 25 yards on a rugby pitch in old money.

Nook blonde is excellent. Punk IPA good too but overpriced.

Goodness me!

Recently spotted at Muker show, Swaledale.

Guess who the following conversations are with:

A labour supporter all his life. His dad is already turning in his grave, "I am not voting for Corbyn. For the first time in 68 years I'll be voting for the unmentionables."

"I love my coffee. I thought I'd save some money, so I tried a stronger brand/strength and added less to the cafetiere. Makes sense - stronger the brew the more dilute you can make it. It didn't work."

'I notice you watch a lot of rubbish on TV."
"True. I fall asleep a lot. If I'm going to miss anything, it might as well be rubbish."

Tan Hill and Kisdon Force

Wainwright said on his TV programme that they measure time here in centuries.

Tan Hill is smoky and busy. They recently had The Arctic Monkeys do a gig. 

It’s also a bit remote, looking back to Angram.

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Raydale is the home to the shortest river in England - river Bain is just 2.5 miles. 

Ii is really quiet. Sheep, birds, postvan and the odd truck going toward Gayle. The only people we meet are other visitors. Today, after a downpour, the sun is out. The clouds are hurried along by fresh winds which ruffle the lake surface as if the tide was coming in.
 We’ve walked up to Stalling Busk Old Church regularly since 1994. It’s a ruin with a cemetary. There is a headstone to a private soldier from 1916 who died in Hartlepool VA. Otherwise the engravings are pitted with age and growth and mostly unreadable. Except the 1985 headstone to a priest and his geologist son. The son died in S Africa and dad followed a month later. Mum waited some twenty years before joining them. It’s a tragedy to which we pay tribute without being intrusive. A spiritual place.

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Another pub ghost

Called in the Tap and Spile, Hexham, on my trip back to Hadrian's Wall to retrieve my phone. £27 each way first class - cheaper than the standard fare. Hexham is a busy town with everything you need, including a lost property office at the bus station. Calling it a station is a bit grand. It's a couple of stops either side of a brick building which serves as changing and rest rooms for the crews. Also an obstacle course for the general public, greeted by door signs labelled as private, staff only, followed by loud banter of a sexual nature between the drivers. I overcame any shyness and the phone was back in my possession. So for a drink.
  We were two men sat either end of the bar. He got up to refresh his drink next door. The landlady put the glass to the tap, pulled a lever and ... all the lights went out and spotify on the pa system went silent. Spooky, or so I thought, until an electrician came through the back door, wielding two pieces of wire.
  The other bloke had sat down with a full pint.
  Hexham also has a pound shop. Three pairs of spectacles were soon mine, one of which I have already misplaced.