Tag: Postcards

Postcard from York, The National Railway Museum

Coloniescross, Going Postal
The Imposing “Industrial” Entrance

On Sunday 12th November we ventured out to do another one of those 40 things to do when you’ve been married forty years (12 down 28 to go before August 2018). So far none of the things we have done have been a hardship but here was one that I was particularly looking forward to. As a child I lived less than 100 yards from the East Coast mainline. I was an avid train spotter and saw many of the great engines of the 1950’s “up close and personal”.
On a good day York is 2 hours drive from my home, Sunday was a good day, made better by the fact that my nephew had taken on driving duties. The museum itself is located just outside the city centre and, on Sunday at least, has ample parking. £10 for all day parking, but entrance to the museum is free and I suppose it is one of the ways of raising revenue.
As I walked into the Great Hall I might as well have been 60 years younger, it is easy to forget just how imposing a steam locomotive can be. The engine at the entrance has been cut open to reveal the inner workings, extremely interesting if you like that sort of thing, again it brings home just what amazing feats of engineering these things are.
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Dead Letter

…..She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.

– John 20:15

Bobo, Going Postal

This is a small possession of mine, a curio.

It is, as you can see, an Edwardian picture postcard of the humorous variety.  The joke is quite straightforward. There are two pictures, side by side, of a young man and woman. In the first, the man sits at a desk and reads from some papers while the woman operates a keyboard; in the second the man is cringingly washing dishes at a kitchen sink whilst the woman, now magnificently attired, wields an umbrella threateningly in his direction. The pictures are helpfully labelled Before and After, and the entire composition is titled Dictation. The obvious implication is that you first meet her at the office, demurely tapping away at her newfangled Typerwritering Machine. But afterwards, and marriage is the event that we can assume divides the two stages, she turns into a feather boa-wearing termagant who’ll give you a poke with the ferrule of her parasol at the slightest provocation. There’s a timeless wisdom there that we can all contemplate to our benefit. Am I right, chaps?

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Postcard from the Lake District, No 2

A LONG WEEKEND IN THE LAKE DISTRICT, PART Four

Coloniescross, Going Postal
A View of Ullswater

It’s Monday morning already. You’ve seen Grasmere, been over Kirkstone Pass, spent the day in Penrith, seen the Winter Droving and passed a pleasant afternoon at The Lakes Distillery. Your temporary place of residence has to be vacated by 10 am but you’re in no real rush to get home and the little teaser of Friday’s drive along the Ullswater shoreline has whetted the appetite for more “Lake District”.

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Postcard from the Lake District, No 2

A long Weekend in the Lake District, Part Three

The Lakes Distillery

Coloniescross, Going Postal
The Impressive Entrance

Another of those 40 things to do when you’ve been married for forty years, which happened, by a quirk of Mrs Cross engineered fate to coincide with my 66th birthday, was a day trip to the Lakes Distillery. Although I’m always a bit wary of stuff like this, believing that style and presentation often outweigh substance, I was in no position to decline, especially as Mrs C was missing Carlisle at home in the 1st round of the FA Cup (they beat Oldham 3-2), no doubt I’ll be reminded of this in the months and years to come.

The Lakes Distillery is situated in Cumbria, West of Keswick. It operates from a lovingly and fastidiously restored Victorian Model Farm and is the brainchild of a man called Paul Currie. It makes whisky, gin and vodka and the first batch of single malts will be released for sale, in very limited amounts, later this year. This place is more than just a business though, it has become a thriving visitor attraction and now, in my view, one of the “must do’s” during any visit to the Northern Lakes.

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Postcard from the Fens

Occasionally I will find something unusual or seemingly out of place that piques my interest. I may not even think about it until sometime later, but I’ll find myself diving into the web to discover the origins of what I saw, or just why the hell it’s there. Sometimes such a search will uncover much more than I had anticipated.

A stone’s throw from my home is a local nature reserve and wood where I will go for walks with the family, a chance for my children to find sticks, kick through the leaves or jump in muddy puddles (or be told off for trying to!). On one such walk we happened upon a pair of iron columns. My wife commented that they were like the lamp post in Narnia – in the middle of the wood and completely out of place, only without the lamp.

EntitledSnowFlake, Going Postal
The Holme Fen Posts

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Postcard from Llywn-on

Jonathon Davies, Going Postal

I chose this because it is one of my favourite places to go for a walk. I am keen walker and try and get out somewhere most weeks  Also, I wanted to show some of my photographs. Although the scenery is so good, it’s just a matter of point and click. Llwyn-on (there are various welsh spellings) is about a 40-minute drive north of Cardiff, and is a turn off the A470. It is inside the Brecon Beacons National park, you will be unsurprised to read.

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Postcard from the Lake District, No 2

A long Weekend in the Lake District, Part Two

Festival Penrith and the Winter Droving

Obviously, if you are coming to the Lake District for a long weekend the last thing you need is someone running your life. Have a leisurely breakfast; watch the rain from your lodge window and plan the rest of your day. At this point it might make sense to have made sure that where you are staying is on a bus route to Penrith. Traffic on festival day can be annoying. Besides streams, rivers, lakes and mountains there are all kinds of things to see and do in Cumbria. The house where William Wordsworth lived as a boy is in nearby Cockermouth and Carlisle has an interesting Museum in a building called Tullie House. Rheged Visitor Centre, just outside Penrith often has an exhibition or a “fayre” of one kind or another. In between downpours you might even want to take a walk around the village where you are staying, you may come across a roll of rusty wire.

Coloniescross, Going Postal
Some Rusty Wire

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Postcard from the Lake District, No 2

A long Weekend in the Lake District, Part One

For those of you that don’t read the comments, or the articles, I live in the northern part of The Lake District. It goes without saying that it is a beautiful part of Britain. Some would say the most beautiful but I wouldn’t be so presumptuous. I thought it might be nice to pretend I was a visitor and construct a long weekend, specifically a late October one, which others might enjoy indulging in.

Coloniescross, Going-Postal
Penny Rock Wood from the Mere side

If you arrive on a Friday morning and get settled in your “digs” then what is left of the daytime is for walking. There are countless walks, much depends on how fit you are and how much time you have. A nice start and only a couple of miles would possibly be a trip to Grasmere for a short walk through Penny Rock Wood and down to the mere side. Then back along the riverside walk to White Moss Car Park (where you have conveniently left your vehicle). Continue reading “Postcard from the Lake District, No 2”

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Postcard from the Lake District, No 2

A long Weekend in the Lake District, Part One

For those of you that don’t read the comments, or the articles, I live in the northern part of The Lake District. It goes without saying that it is a beautiful part of Britain. Some would say the most beautiful but I wouldn’t be so presumptuous. I thought it might be nice to pretend I was a visitor and construct a long weekend, specifically a late October one, which others might enjoy indulging in.

Coloniescross, Going Postal
Penny Rock Wood from the Mere side

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Postcard from the Algarve, No 2

1642again, Going Postal

When Swiss Bob told me that I had won a prize of a week in JustaBritAbroard’s rather nice apartment in the Algarve for a week by dint of my obscure scribblings, he neglected to inform me that it was a working holiday.

As you can see from the photo (your Lord Protector is top right and his eldest top left), the Protectoral family have been indentured for the week to demolish an old apartment block near the sea. Having been given pneumatic drills and 30 seconds ’instruction, we have to break up the concrete construction bit by bit from the top. We are extremely lucky not to be offered hard hats, safety lines or ear defenders, but must balance on the walls we are demolishing. I was however grateful to be given a high visibility jacket which I’m sure will come in handy when plummeting four stories to earth. At least they didn’t force me to wear my full dress armour in the 28 degree heat for the full 12 hour shift.

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