Lost Password: August 2012

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

OFF TO DUMFRIES

I am off to Dumfries now so may not blog for a week but you never know maybe Red Badger will put in an appearance. Bye.

WALK TO TOP OF RIVINGTON PIKE

I understand I am about to go on a long walk, I am not sure about this

I'd better try to eat something first

That's better, ready for what lies ahead

Oh I do wish I could read

Ready, off we go, follow me

Can you tell me about this little grey rabbit?

The path is quite steep

That must be a folly

Whatever is this, I think it is the Pigeon Tower

Lady Leverhulme had a sewing room in this building, I am told

Peepo, this is fun

Down this old lane, I wonder who was the first to go down it?


Phew, now have I got to climb up to the top of that hill? I'm the King of the Castle' - I can see for miles - I can even see Blackpool Tower


What a nice bridge


Look at that heather

Here we are back at the big barn

Now we have arrived back at The Hall

What a big bike, he said it took three days to build

Bye for now.

Mr & Mrs Main were well known people in Kingsley Village. For many years they served the community and started the Evergreen Club for the over 60's.They lived in Dark Lane and Mrs Main wrote the following poem which I am sure she would be pleased to know I had been able to remember her and include her poem on my blog. They are both sadly missed but remembered.

Dark Lane Delight

Not very far from the city scene.

Lies Kingsley lovely and serene.

With attractive old buildings

Like the Church on the hill,

And homely old cottages,

A stream and a mill.

A stream that babbles its way along.

Mingling with the birds' sweet song.

Down from the Nab, along the lane,

Across the road and back again,

Through dear Brookside, a pretty sight,

Seen either by day or yet by night.

Never a village has seemed so fair,

As when the orchards blossomed there.

The laburnums too in their splendid array.

Have thrilled me now for many a day

and now we have our summer show,

of roses in abundant glow.

A cockerel crows to greet the day,

and ponies clip clop along their way.

One can see them grazing and tossing mane,

as one goes for a walk along Dark Lane.

In a field by the road where they can go free,

a more picturesque sight one never did see

but apart from its beauty its a cheery place

when you never are far from a friendly face

and most of the natives will say "How do"

and really seem to welcome you.

I'm very proud of my adopted home

and know I will never want to roam.

(Mrs Eileen Main).

Sunday, 26 August 2012

'IN SEARCH OF WALES'

I bought two old books yesterday both by H V Morton. Their titles are 'In Search of Wales' and 'In Scotland Again'.

Here is a quote from the book about Wales regarding Conway castle:

'So the old castle at Conway stands with its grey feet in the ruthless story of ambition which is history.....

I went out into the lovely little town. In the church I found a remarkable gravestone, that of a man called 'Hookes of Conway. Gent'. He died in 1639. This stated that Hookes was the forty-first child of William Hookes, and that he himself had been the father of twenty-seven children!

This is surely one of the most remarkable boasts in the country.'

Next time I visit Conway I will go in search of this gravestone, I wonder if it is still there.

(My brother told me that H V Morton had mentioned the little church in Cornwall,mentioned in an earlier blog, in his book In Search of England. Unfortunatley, this book was not on offer at the bookshop yesterday).