Wow, that was an interesting evening. Let me explain.
Since we've been back I (we've) taken a bit more interest in politics. We have the time and the interest.
We arrived too late to vote in the last national elections and out of curiosity I started to take a small interest in who won in our area. Geographically it's a very big area and would stretch the incumbent.
Then, somewhat by accident I came across a friend of our MP who I found out had been invited to speak locally. Our MP is Julian Smith and his friend is Rory Stewart. Stewart in particular interested me because of what he has achieved at such an early age. If you take a look at his Wiki page and look at his achievements it's almost unbelievable.
Having now met him I could easily see him as Prime Minister. Watch this space.
A cracking end to the cricket today. Very exciting.
One of the reasons we bought the house we did when we moved back to the UK was its proximity to large open spaces and some lovely woods with a small river running through it. All perfect for dog walking.
What we didn't fully appreciate is the hidden benefit of the woods and river. As the sun beats down relentlessly at the moment the wood, no more than two minutes away, provide a wonderful shade for both ourselves and the dogs. Cool.
Several months back I booked tickets to visit the Great Yorkshire Show. In all the years I lived in Harrogate I can't remember ever visiting and, as Jan was keen to go, it was a no brainer. The roads around the showground can get very congested but I did a little research and followed the instructions (even though it was a little circuitous) and got there and parked with no problem. The showground is huge and frankly the sun was too hot (28C) and, in order to avoid sunburn, we kept bobbing in and out of some of the covered halls to get a little relief from the searing heat. It wasn't much better.
Anyway, you certainly see the great and the good and judging from the accents they were from far and wide.
So I called my mum last night to discuss something totally different and she started the conversation by saying, 'so that Murray won. But that man he was playing was serving ever so aggressively.'
Bless.
I always get depressed at the end of the football season and wonder what I'm going to do for sport entertainment over the summer months. However, every year it works out. In between rugby, tennis, motor racing and darts (just joking about the darts) the months fly by. In a little over a month the footie season starts again, yippee.
I was chatting to my next door neighbour Darren, also a football fan, about football on television. He installs industrial cables for a living and travels around the country to do it. He had just returned from an atomic weapons research establishment (they make nuclear bombs) and the conversation got round to security and the two hours it took them to get into the place even though they had security clearance.
Anyway, the conversation then turned to security in prison where he had also worked. He mentioned a reported conversation between a notorious killer, and the prison governor at Wakefield high security prison. The governor is alleged to have said that as times were tight he needed to make cutbacks. The prisoner is alleged to have said to him, 'let me get onto the same wing as the nonces and I'll make the cut backs for you.'
So I'm sitting here writing this rubbish when I hear a loud but distant shout from outside.
I can't quite believe it.
What I think I hear is "ragnbone".
We both look outside and true enough there's a small flatbed piled high with scrap metal doing a u-turn. I can't remember the last time I heard that cry.
However, I think these guys might need a little marketing help. At the speed they're driving there isn't a cat in hells chance that you would have time to hear their message, gather together what you wanted to give them, get outside and stop them.
It reminded me of this clip from Morecambe and Wise.
Following on from yesterday's post, I have to say that I didn't really enjoy the train journey. They used a diesel train exactly the same as the type I used to travel to school in many years ago. Whilst I would expect the carriages to be suffering quite a bit of wear and tear after 50 years I have never quite got used to the constant smell of diesel fumes that get into the carriage and this made me feel a little unwell. I suffered in silence but it made me feel a little queasy. We did however check out when the steam trains would run so that if we decided to come back later with the little ones it wouldn't be a problem.
The journey between Leeming and Leyburn took about 35 minutes with some lovely scenery but probably a little too long to keep very young ones amused so we will shorten the trip next time by starting in Bedale where there also happens to be a children's farm. If they only realised the planning that goes into their holidays.
Anyway, Leyburn itself was nice, with a typical market square. If we'd had enough time (we only had about 45 minutes sit down time before the return journey) I would have liked to eat at the Sandpiper but as that was not to be, we walked around the square and had fish and chips sitting on a wooden bench outside Barclays Bank.
Because I lived next to a train line in my youth, I used to enjoy watching trains. However, despite catching the train from Harrogate to Leeds throughout all my secondary school years, I didn't get into full 'anorak' mode and the interest faded.
Last night we watched an episode of The Dales, thirty minutes of mild and sometimes irritating (because of Ade Edmondson) information about life in the Yorkshire Dales. I see it as very good grounding for Jan who used to think that the Dales only ever happened on the radio (for my overseas readers, this is a mildly amusing play on the word dales - don't worry you're not missing anything, old gits in the UK will know what I'm talking about).
Anyway, last night's programme reviewed the Wensleydale Railway which looked interesting and, in a fit of nostalgia, I suggested that we try the journey. Added to that we have grandchildren from Spain visiting later this month and we are researching things to occupy them. Jan was up for it, so off we went to Leeming Bar with trainspotting notebooks in hand having done some research about where to get a decent lunch in Leyburn.
That was the important bit.
My daughter lost her phone yesterday at Wellington Country Park in Berkshire.
How did I know, living in Yorkshire, well because the nice man who found it rang me?
Next problem, how to get hold of her. I looked at her Facebook page and noticed that someone who I didn't know had 'tagged' her in a photo. The photo was taken a few minutes beforehand at the country park. Then, by a process of contacting that person, who contacted other friends, finally got a message to my daughter and she got her phone back.
I'm still looking after her after all these years.
