>Back to work today for a 4 day week. It’s mostly admin stuff at the moment, or website stuff, as I wait for Friday’s deadline to arrive.
I ordered my Kelly’s Directory of Birmingham & Suburbs, 1973-4 when I got back off holiday. This cost me £11.99 inc p&p and it came out of my £15 budget for books/DVDs/CDs/games. It arrived this morning and I popped it into my pc to have a quick look at New Street …
Ha ha ha ha ha, “quick” look? Aside from it running on steam (I think that’s very authentic and I keep half expecting to get a whiff of dust up my nose), it’s also very addictive, and before long I was off down Memory Lane remembering the likes of Richard Shops, Van Allan (a highly successful rock band came out of America with this name, but they couldn’t pronounce or spell it properly …), Saxone Shoes, Bogarts Beer Keller, Midlands Electricity Board Showrooms, Radio Rentals, The Tavern in the Town … That gave me a shiver. And HM Inspector of Taxes right next door. Nuff said. For now.
How it all comes rushing back. What a distraction.
The last of the Ullswater posts is tomorrow morning, but there are no photographs, just a summary of the work completed. The Ravenfield commentary and pictures will be up on Saturday, Conisbrough on Sunday.
YESTERDAY’S REGULAR UPDATE BENEATH THIS ONE.
No pictures on this post because I couldn’t park up anywhere to take any. I did snap these foxgloves, though, as I passed them almost every day.
When I got to Haweswater, I was shocked at the number of people there. The last time I went it was still a secret and there wasn’t even a car park, let alone white lines drawn on the floor. The car park was overflowing with vehicles spilling onto the sides of the narrow road. It was such a disappointment to see how busy it had become.
I decided not to stay – couldn’t park anyway – and headed back to base (sorry, no pictures). I thought it would be absolutely lovely if the golden eagle could soar up from the lake and escort me on my way out of the valley … so when he did I was totally and utterly speechless. The big bird appeared from behind some trees on an island, flew up beside and in front of me, then soared into the sky and stayed over me as I drove away from the reservoir.
He was glorious. I was stunned.
I couldn’t stop, I was driving, there was nowhere to pull over, and someone was behind me. But I did almost crash the car a few times as I strained to see him gliding way up in the sky. What a treat.
On the way back I found Celleron, but I had to ask and it was on someone’s land. There’s a long walk that takes you up onto the Roman road. Maybe if I were a bit more experienced and a bit more in condition I would have tried it.