In her darkest moment, Freda the cow took steps. It was 1986, and she was at the abbatoir. It was do or die. She did; leaping to freedom… actually, the motorway. Police and many helpers gave chase. By the time they finally managed to tranquilize her (in a cemetery) Freda was featuring on the news.Continue reading “Freedom”
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Art (apparently)
Everyone should visit a Tate, apparently. Modern art at it’s finest. But is it art if the viewer has to read the explanatory notes in order to understand it? In tunnels, on walls, and on lamp posts, there’s some stunning street graffitti; modern, easy to understand, and beautiful. Poignant or hilarious, graffiti reflects someones communityContinue reading “Art (apparently)”
Of trams and trains…
Getting around the Isle of Man; what a treat! First there’s horse-drawn tram along the promenade: Then climb aboard the electric tram for Laxley: At Laxley, change to the mountain railway, also electric, with a specially-designed braking system involving an extra rail down the middle. It’s been in operation since 1880-something, climbing this mountain. SeeContinue reading “Of trams and trains…”
Why they do it
TT Isle of Man; men and women from all over the world come to race through narrow streets, over a mountain, and through stunning countryside. The island (and museum display below) counts down to the annual event…. … but there’s a year-long package from it’s success. Bikes and sports cars travel across the sea, theirContinue reading “Why they do it”
Wee surprises
Williamson Park, Lancaster, but could have been home: The wee chapel and garden nearer the train station is open to the public; the cottages lining it are private homes:
Moving forward in Carlisle.
Saturday morning Carlisle! Vibrant with Morris dancers practicing on the cathedral’s front lawn, markets down every side alley, and strolling folk. The teenagers market provides marketing mentors for the youth selling their wares. Nearly forty stalls! No Xbox in sight. Airbnb provided a room in a two-up two-down terrace. The old ‘front room’ was surprisinglyContinue reading “Moving forward in Carlisle.”
There’s ugly, but more good.
California drawl; you can’t miss it, especially when attached to a tall man kitted out to look like the tramper-fisherman. At Carlisle train station he started talking to two men about how you can walk down the train lines and it’s perfectly safe as long as every few miles you rest your boot on aContinue reading “There’s ugly, but more good.”
Different in real life…
KFC’s are not the same the world over. Glasgow’s version has rice but no bread roll, gravy without the mashed potato, and the corn cob comes on a stick. Rembrandt isn’t the same either (not that I’m comparing Rembrandt with KFC). Books and TV cannot portray the depth of the real thing, the same asContinue reading “Different in real life…”
Don’t go, they said.
Don’t bother going to Hamilton they said. How wrong they were. Sure, there’s empty shops, graffiti, and an abundance of charity shops, but there’s also treasures like Helen Thompson. I met her in a Cafe. She was reading her newspaper over a quiet cuppa when an older gent approached. The laugh wrinkles around his eyes,Continue reading “Don’t go, they said.”
What were they saying?
The site of the Walter Scott statue in Glasgow wasn’t his originally. The guy who had been there carelessly lost the America’s for Britain, so disgruntled citizens had his statue removed, reminiscent of Damnatio memorial, practiced around 300AD, which involved a new ruler having statues inscriptions removed, the stone turning upside down, and a newContinue reading “What were they saying?”
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