GJH
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Friday saw us ambling off via the A66 to our bank holiday "pied a terre" - or should that be "pied a aqua" as we were going to the Lake District? Had to wonder as we turned off the bit of the A1 that somebody has inserted into the A66 why the place is called Scotch Corner. Been round loads of times and nobody has offered me a Scotch yet. Surely there's something in the Trades Description Act against that - isn't there?
Mr Garmin got used to saying "Recalculating" as we ignored his entreaties to go off down the Kirkstone Pass road and a little B road a bit further on and we got to Ambleside at lunchtime as intended. Just to prove there is a first time for everything it wasn't blowing a gale when we put the awning up. This must obviously mean that we will need an army of volunteers as a tropical hurricane descends on Lincoln next time we use it. Please form an orderly queue to help - or to dissolve in fits of giggles whichever takes your fancy.
Penelope Pitstop was mightily relieved to see us when they turned up - "thank goodness there's someone who can translate from Geordie into Glossop" - but open air evensong went very well despite the language differences. Scran and Rosie were able to teach new recruit Sasha how to behave with all the decorum befitting the canine equivalent of a Whirling Dervish. The midgies were like Whirling Dervishes as well - so much so that Jill and I were told to "get netted" - in the nicest possible way of course.
Saturday was a bit disappointing - but only the wet bits. Proof that the world was still turning truly on its axis was provided when we went up into the town to look for a jacket for me and ended up buying two pairs of shoes for Jill. At least some things are constant.
Sunday dawned wet as well but by 10am the sun was up and we had seen the last of the rain. The local bellringers did their best to demonstrate that their bells were more powerful than Stevie's multi tone air horns but they had no chance when it came to a choice of being drawn in by them or sampling Barbara's delicious carrot cake. Evening service included a demonstration of the difference in hardiness between Geordies and those of a more delicate southern extraction. Never before had so many coats, hats, gloves and sundry other clothes been seen on one person.
The first event of Monday was the Rugby Club car boot sale. Ambleside is definitely a posh place - a much better class of tat than Smoggieland boot sales. This was followed by the bacon frying relay as different vans competed using different cooking methods one after the other. Sadly though we had to say tarra well to most of our companions as they had to go home muttering strange oaths like "gottagoterflaminwerktomorra" and "salrightforyeretiredbuggas".
And then Tuesday was the end of it for all of us. All good things must come to an end but we have Lincoln to look forward to at the end of September.
Graham (still aged 10)
Mr Garmin got used to saying "Recalculating" as we ignored his entreaties to go off down the Kirkstone Pass road and a little B road a bit further on and we got to Ambleside at lunchtime as intended. Just to prove there is a first time for everything it wasn't blowing a gale when we put the awning up. This must obviously mean that we will need an army of volunteers as a tropical hurricane descends on Lincoln next time we use it. Please form an orderly queue to help - or to dissolve in fits of giggles whichever takes your fancy.
Penelope Pitstop was mightily relieved to see us when they turned up - "thank goodness there's someone who can translate from Geordie into Glossop" - but open air evensong went very well despite the language differences. Scran and Rosie were able to teach new recruit Sasha how to behave with all the decorum befitting the canine equivalent of a Whirling Dervish. The midgies were like Whirling Dervishes as well - so much so that Jill and I were told to "get netted" - in the nicest possible way of course.
Saturday was a bit disappointing - but only the wet bits. Proof that the world was still turning truly on its axis was provided when we went up into the town to look for a jacket for me and ended up buying two pairs of shoes for Jill. At least some things are constant.
Sunday dawned wet as well but by 10am the sun was up and we had seen the last of the rain. The local bellringers did their best to demonstrate that their bells were more powerful than Stevie's multi tone air horns but they had no chance when it came to a choice of being drawn in by them or sampling Barbara's delicious carrot cake. Evening service included a demonstration of the difference in hardiness between Geordies and those of a more delicate southern extraction. Never before had so many coats, hats, gloves and sundry other clothes been seen on one person.
The first event of Monday was the Rugby Club car boot sale. Ambleside is definitely a posh place - a much better class of tat than Smoggieland boot sales. This was followed by the bacon frying relay as different vans competed using different cooking methods one after the other. Sadly though we had to say tarra well to most of our companions as they had to go home muttering strange oaths like "gottagoterflaminwerktomorra" and "salrightforyeretiredbuggas".
And then Tuesday was the end of it for all of us. All good things must come to an end but we have Lincoln to look forward to at the end of September.
Graham (still aged 10)
