Thursday, 7 May 2020
Wednesday, 6 May 2015
Despite its grandeur, it's a relatively junior house to some of its brothers and sisters being an 18th century addition to a very ancient landscape where 4000 years ago, we know people lived on this land.
|Restored Chippendale State bed|
|One side of the gallery. The red window drapes (in the distance) are made of wood|
|A Macaw in the bird garden|
The Lascelles were a French family and there is a town of Laselle in Normandy from whence they came. The past can't be changed, but the wealth of the family then came from slavery and its associated trades. The landscape is by Capability Brown and among others, Chippendale and Adam effectively created Harewood and today houses the biggest single collection of Chippendale furniture.
|A range in the below stairs kitchen|
The house has a massive parkland and estate, a bird garden for visitors, a cafe and access to the whole house, upstairs with their wonderful state rooms, downstairs and gardens are open most of the summer months. Volunteer guides are on hand to explain the history and we found them warm, welcoming and knowledgeable.
|Just one angle of a beautiful landscape|
The weather was wonderful, particularly after we'd had a wash out on the Sunday and the traffic was manageable. A great day out.
Friday, 10 April 2015
I hope you had a great Easter break? I had the Bank Holidays and weekend off and the weather was sort of okay, at least it was dry. A 21st birthday party and other social events kept us busy and chilled out and the weather has miraculously decided to get better here. This post Easter week has been pleasant and warm - so much so that smog is a problem in the south UK with industrial pollutants from Europe, domestic road pollution and Saharan desert sand being deposited upon us, it makes for difficult breathing for some.
A break down this weekend coming will see fresher conditions, little in the way of pollution and some rain.
|Richie Benaud, OBE|
Richie Benaud had credibility too. He captained Australia to three Ashes test series wins and took nearly 250 test wickets as a spinner. His honesty meant that the listener could enjoy the game knowing that he praised good cricket from whatever team and criticised it by equal measure without fear or favour.
For him the score book is complete and the pavilion doors close for the last time.
What did Easter mean for you? Did you celebrate it in a religious context or with traditional pagan rites such as buying Easter eggs and suchlike? Perhaps you mixed the two. I missed the funeral of a good friend recently through no fault of my own which I regret, but I have happy memories of him which will always be around. I would have liked to celebrate his life and what he gave to people. In the same way that I guess most religions celebrate the life of Christ and give thanks for the sacrifice he gave for us and his rising so that we may live again.
I know of one religion that sees this as a sad mournful occasion with grey and dark overtones. What a pity. Spiritualism has so much connection to religion although seemingly at a distance for some sometimes. Some who follow my faith don't like to associate themselves with God or religion at all, yet believe in Angels (as I do) who of course are messenger of guess who? God. Nothing is perfect I have learned.
I don't like the orthodox church particularly but it gives people faith and comfort - good for them. I guess I have seen too much hypocrisy to impress me any more. I still have both my Methodist and then my later Church of England christening, but these in my view have now lapsed as I have left their ways behind. God is here, in my heart, God is all around us, I don't have to go to church to believe in the divine. I am a good person, do good things; I think I'm a good citizen, I care for others, I'm even philanthropic now and then where I can afford it. I love my partner, my children and our family. I pray - to the God I understand and love.
Importantly, I respect others love for their religion even though some of them are a little at odds with modern living. Religion has damaged me in some ways and recovering is hard but with the love and support of my partner and family, my live is becoming more fulfilled spiritually. There is life after religion!
Monday, 30 March 2015
Another favourite of my partner is 'Casey's Court' - meaning a sense of chaos or disorganisation. Although I am struggling to find a definitive answer to this one - it does appear to be a relatively recent phrase perhaps named after an old UK music hall 'crazy' act, created by a William Murray which involved lots of children.
'Bob's your uncle' is another common one I use, but this one sadly is less clear still. It is said however that a famous politician Arthur Balfour got a job, not on merit but because the boss was his uncle (Lord Salisbury aka Robert Cecil). So there you have it - Bob's your uncle.
Although I am an East Yorkshire lad, I've always been in and around Hull both for leisure and mostly work. My father's family come from there so there is a bit of an affinity I guess. The language and the way it's used is a bit lazy and uncomfortable listening sometimes. There are however some local phrases which I've discussed before ('snicket' - back tenfoot, etc) but here's another one for you: if you feel warm, here you might say you were "maftin'." Now I'm not sure whether or not that's spelt correctly. It appears in the slang dictionaries but as yet, it appears not to be included in mainstream dictionaries.
|One of Hull's many old town narrow cobbled streets or 'staithes' leading mainly to the river Hull|
A phrase used for many years, particularly on the coast is when someone is described as a 'comfort'. I had no idea what that meant until a colleague once told me that it describes a visitor to the place - "I've come for t'day," (spoken with a thick Yorkshire accent)!
I love the word 'nunty.' Its something dull, unfashionable, out of date. If something is sticky or tacky or even muddy, it's described here as 'clarty.' This time the dictionary tells us that the good old Scottish and us northerners use it as meaning dirty or filthy.
The final one for now I use is 'nithered' and that aptly describes a symptom caused, for example by the current weather - feeling very cold! The Collins English Dictionary is yet to field that one!
Enjoy the week, stay warm. Easter is coming!
Saturday, 28 March 2015
|The Arctic Corsair, now a museum|
|The anchor, now a home for roosting pigeons|
Then a quick look in Hepworth's Arcade in the old town at some vinyl records before home for a cuppa, the first time John has visited my new home.
|Hepworth's Arcade with its lovely vaulted glass roof|
|Dinsdale's Joke shop, it was old when I was a kid|
I was very disturbed to watch the news about the Germanwings plane and the reason for its demise. This will worry a lot of people who are nervous about flying. My thoughts and prayers are with the deceased, their families and friends and the rescuers who have the thankless task of recovery.
Wednesday, 11 March 2015
We've just returned from hospital today and following excellent and rapid treatment on the NHS, a lump in my partner's breast has proved nothing and she's been given the all clear. An end to a stressful time assisted by positive thinking and reassurance from the spirit world.
I've never decorated in my life to be honest. I've slapped a bit of paint about now and then, nothing too artistic and I wouldn't describe that as decorating as such.
However I now have the distinction, being a late fifty something year old Yorkshire man to have hung my first roll of wallpaper. Hold the front page! In my temporary new home, we needed to paper the kitchen. It is anaglypta so no pattern so it was not too dificult to put on the wall, the bubbles were a bit of a bugger, but they went up after some practice and cutting round the light switches and windows was tricky, but it got done and looks pretty decent. Thank you Linda for teaching and being patient.
My mother was a very good decorator , she doesn't do it now and my uncle Les is an exceptional decorator so I have seen it done before and I guess it helped. There's a bit more papering to do and this time with a pattern of sorts and plenty of emulsion to slop about so I'll be happy with that.
My grandfather, my mother's dad who is long deceased, a Londoner and a First World War veteran used to sing for me when I was a child the following song "When Father Papered the Parlour," and here is the chorus:
When Father papered the parlour
You couldn't see Pa for paste
Dabbing it here and dabbing it there
There was paste and paper everywhere
Mother was stuck to the ceiling
And the kids were stuck to the floor
You never saw such a bloomin' family
So stuck up before
Penned in 1911, you have to hear it to appreciate it.
We've been to the cinema recently to see the Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, the sequel and for a change, the sequel is as good as the original. British film at its very very best. It also shows what a wonderful rich cultural country India is.
Sunday, 1 March 2015
I am lucky I guess that when I go to the local BBC radio station to do the Sunday paper review, am allowed to indulge myself with the range of stories I can choose in the many national Sunday papers. It's not a daunting task, you dont even have to have a great knowledge of the subject matter, although it helps to have a point of view - it's just like having a friendly chat with a mate.
The stories I chose were not from the depressing political and Middle Eastern scenarios that are playing large at the moment - I have to consider the interests of a wide more local audience. These are the stories I chose:
The Observer - Here comes the Brits: New acting talent gets its chance in Game of Thrones.
This is the story of new talent being given a chance alongside established actors in this HBO series.
Sunday Mirror - 8M A&E patients ought to have seen a GP.
A self explanatory story.
Sunday Express - UK is set to spend more on [foreign] aid than our armed forces.
Sunday Telegraph - Our heroines of the Afghan battlefield.
Following on from the award of the VC, this highlights two females, one a soldier and one an airwoman who have displayed extraordinary courage in the face of enemy fire.
Sunday Times - Menopause costs women jobs, warns jobs tzar.
Sunday People - Spock star Nimoy to be laid to rest in LA
Hope you have a great week
Saturday, 28 February 2015
Just a few weeks to the year since my last blog and the year out has seen many changes, both in me and life in general. Following my separation in December 2013, that process of formal separation in almost complete although for bizarre pension rules reasons, I can't get divorced for the next 5 years or so.
This doesn't stop life from moving on again at last after a hiatus in many of my activities including this blog, I am marching forward again.
I have a new partner, Linda to whom I am tremendously grateful for her support and love - she's the most generous, big hearted person in the world and we are very happy.
My spiritual life in terms of practising overtly has been on hold, but I am now attending a regular spiritual circle again, (not run by me) and finding myself reconnecting with my practises.
The year has seen a lovely holiday in Cyprus, the first time I have ever been and it won't be the last time I go either which was a much needed break.
|Aphrodite's rock in Cyprus, her alleged birthplace, although disputed by other places|
The people and the country are beautiful with millennia of documented and archaeological history to feast upon and of course, the sun has got a little bit to do with it too!
Another long weekend in Harrogate in North Yorkshie recently was an extraordinary journey in so many ways and I'm going to write about that, so important was it - watch out for that one.
My lady Linda had a calf muscle tear which was fairly debilitating in the last summer and I moved in to look after her and I've been here ever since and plans to secure our future together are well under way. Marvellous how it all comes together but as you know, nothing is a coincidence, it all happens for a reason. She's fine now and as I write this, she's having a reflexology therapy which she loves and dreamy music is filtering through from the other room!
I still haven't got very good access to the Internet, so this blog is being written in the morning whilst the dongle is still working and getting a signal and that's simply because my computer has no wi-fi access - I'll need a new one shortly I think. I've taken lots of pictures this year and I'm starting to put a few on here again. I miss that. I have a tablet now though and as far as I can tell, I can write on my blog from there using wi-fi. Technological wizard that I am - NOT!
I have moved away from the East Riding of Yorkshire and am now in the City of Hull just four miles from my old home although the countryside is literally just down the road. It's certainly different living in a town, noisier, more untidy, busier, more people, more cars but there are advantages too: access to facilities, less feeling isolated and a walk away from work.
Monday, 31 March 2014
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
|Just a few remaining supports from a long derelict jetty, sentinels to times past|
|Son John taking a photo of me taking a photo of him - nicely framed - except someone's stolen the metal frame for scrap!|
|The dock basin, all silted now with the lock head at the top.|
|One of the many derelict buildings on St Andrew's Quay, once a home to a proud and busy shipping company (a friend's mother cleaned the boadroom there 50 years ago and grand inside it was!) Modern Hull docks and a ferry in the distance|
|Fisherman's line caught on this pillar|