Having spent a few days in Blackpool, Lancashire I am exhausted. Blackpool,for those who don’t know is the Mecca of the North of England for light shows,Hen and Stag week-ends and tat! Sounds awful doesn’t it? It is a must do once in a British life-time and my Mum loves it. This was the purpose of the exercise,and we had a great family break.
Many years ago Blackpool extended their tourist season by introducing “the Lights” Through to the end of October. This brilliant marketing ploy has certainly worked. Families, teenagers, Granny’s, stag groups and hen nights flock to the town ostensibly to see the lights. These tableaux of lights stretch for about two miles along the seaside promenade. Cars crawl slowly along the prom. with children and adults alike hanging out of the windows to get a good view of these light pictures. Some are animated, some are advertisements, and some a positively vintage. “The lights” come on at dusk and off at about 2 am.
As a family we caught an illuminated tram disguised as a steam train. As it trundled along the tracks the whole tram was covered in coloured and flashing lights. It was great fun and took one hour and twenty minutes to cover the round trip through all of the lights. For generations families have visited this attraction,bought Blackpool rock and “Kiss me Quick” hats. Long may it continue.
A group of friends and I decided to visit the Caravan and Camping show in Birmingham this week. We thought that it would be a jolly to go on the train. Well it was different!
The first “happening” was me tripping over my own feet going up the steps to the correct platform. Only my pride was hurt and not too many people saw what happened!
The train took the long route to Birmingham and we spent most of the day travelling. We arrived relatively safely and enjoyed the exhibition. The camper vans were gorgeous ( don’t tell Damnvan1) and very expensive. So when I win the Lotto…… The outcome was that I wouldn’t swap Damnvan1 for the World.
On the return long journey trains were delayed and we had to change at Shrewsbury. One of our group, who shall remain nameless, had to go to the loo. The delayed train pulled into the station, we got on and you’ve guessed it! The train pulled out without errant friend!
Total panic followed as we sped away. After multiple phone calls discussions with train guard and rude texts we arranged for her to get the next train one and a half hours later. We waited at the destination station and held a happy reunion on the station platform.
Driving home we missed the turning and drove an extra 10 miles. We dropped a friend off at her house only to find that she was locked out!
I finally arrived home to a welcome and much needed glass of wine. Phew!!
We recently visited Bolton Abbey in Yorkshire. Damnvan1 was really snug despite very heavy rain during the night. We walked along the River Wharfe which was flowing fast and full. We walked around the Bolton Abbey Estate, a beautiful well maintained walk. It was expensive to park Damnvan1 (£7) but we felt that the area is so well maintained it was worth it. There were some lovely tea shops which are always a treat, including one next to the Caravan site. Walking along the riverside led to another cafe called the Cavendish Pavilion selling gorgeous ice cream. The diet starts tomorrow as ever!
well the really big news is that we bought and fell in love with a dog. We have been debating all year whether to buy one.We knew the danger point would be when we both wanted one on the same day ! This was the day!
His name is Benji and he is a fire Fox Red Labrador. He is very handsome and eighteen months old. Hopefully he will enjoy Damnvan1 as much as we do. Watch this space to see how we all get on!
Originally posted on Knitting to Stay Sane:
Except for wanting a few buttons, folks, this Uji cardigan is a wrap. I gotta say, I welcome the chilly fall weekends if that means I’ll finally get to wear it!
I’ll get some modelled shots of it on a person (me, preferably) once some button shopping gets on the docket, but for now – pretty darned pleased.
Admittedly, I’m also pretty pleased at the prospect of getting to start new sweaters now that there’s a gap in my project pile. Finishing a project I started 7 months ago means I get to start three new ones, right? Let’s go with yes.
Sweater season! Let’s get this party started.
Prior to our recent trip to St David’s in Pembroke South Wales I had a few days sick. Now, fortunately this is quite unusual for me, and I don’t cope with being ill. The outcome of a few “indisposed” days was that I went away in Damnvan1 with no wet weather gear,no warm clothing ie sweater,coat etc. and no umbrella. Not too concerned when I realised as I thought I could buy any emergency clothes in St David’s. Have you visited St Davids? Well it’s certainly cute but not a Mecca for shopping!
We were walking along the Pembroke Coastal Path in St Davids in beautiful sunshine when we stumbled across St Non’s Well. This quiet, atmospheric place is said to have arisen when St Non gave birth to St David.(St Non is said to be his Mum). Well, I dipped my toe into the well for a blessing or good luck? Everything worked out very Well! The weather was beautiful, the trip was fantastic and I remained well.
Damnvan1 has had a good rest, some surgery (planned cambelt replacement) and a recent trip to South Wales. The trip was amazingly good with fantastic weather and a great camp site. We walked some of the Pembroke Coastal Path which is relatively easy and amazing views for little effort. The walking was helped by the brill bus service provided by the Celtic Coaster Minibus service. This bus runs along the coast and facilitates walking by running back to the mini city of St David’s, all for the price of £1 each-a true bargain.
St David’s can only be described as a bijoux jewel in the crown of South Wales. The cathedral is small by most standards and set in a hollow. It has obviously stood for many centuries and is a beautiful, holy place to the glory of God.
Close to the cathedral is a hand made chocolate shop. I adore chocolate! I decided to treat myself to just three chocolates which I chose with great care and relish. They were wrapped beautifully and tied with a ribbon. I carried them back to Damnvan1 to enjoy. On arrival the chocolates had melted into one big blob! I put them in the fridge and waited….. Much later I took them out and nibbled trying to sort the peppermint cream from the chilli chocolate from the caramel. Delicious. Long live chocolate!