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"A Flying Dutchman among wild flowers" [Oct. 19th, 2018|08:48 pm]
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Phil Gates on Roker Beach.

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Things fall apart [Oct. 19th, 2018|03:56 pm]
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The bad new is, I have broken the stepladder.

The good news is that I was not using it at the time.

Damaged in transit, I suppose you'd say. I had reached the stage where I could not shelve any more crime fiction until I made more room on the shelves (by moving some paperbacks to the shallower top shelf). I have carried the stepladder down the stairs from the cupboard where it lives, and was about to carry it into the spare bedroom. But I misjudged the angle, and gave the top of the ladder a smart tap on the door frame. There was a musical ringing note, and a single screw fell to the floor. But clearly that single screw was all that was holding the steps together.

Which wasn't the worst way to find that out.

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All comics, all the way! [Oct. 19th, 2018|12:56 pm]
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While this post has been under construction, the death has been announced of Anthea Bell: since this is the all-comics version, impossible to pass by without mentioning her!

Then back to Kendal, and picking up where I left off, We continued to have trouble throughout the weekend locking and unlocking the door: we decided blame the wet weather. But on Friday evening we eventually persuaded a key to turn in one of the two locks, decided that would do, and headed to the Brewery to collect our tickets and passes. I'd hoped to have a look at the Hunt Emerson exhibition, but it was in a space also occupied by a band making music at a volume too loud for comfort, so we retreated. From two floors away, it sounded rather good, and I wondered what it was, but I don't suppose I shall ever know. In the bar we found Bryan and Mary Talbot, and Mel Gibson (no, silly, the real Mel Gibson), and there was pleasant chat before the doors opened for the evening's event.

Friday evening gala: Marvel vs DCCollapse )

Saturday: crime, hate, loathing, rain and the Great WarCollapse )

Sunday: Russia, Portmeirion, JerusalemCollapse )

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Home by the high road [Oct. 15th, 2018|08:04 pm]
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The Pennine Way


Another beautiful morning, so we came home by the scenic route, via the Tan Hill Inn, the highest point on the Pennine Way and the highest pub in Britain. We stopped there for an early lunch, and gazed wistfully at the Pennine Way leading off over the hill - only 4 miles to Keld...

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A Postcard from Kendal [Oct. 14th, 2018|06:46 pm]
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What the dormouse said


There's a long post - less unfinished than barely begun - about the comics festival, but rather than delay until that's completed, here's a single frame from Zara Slattery's image for Radical Roots, which I photographed from the Festival's Windows Trail.

It's been a weekend of contrasts, with Friday's winds and yesterday's torrential rain fizzling out into today's golden October afternoon. After the morning's comics sessions, a little light retail from the dealers' rooms and a sandwich from the deli in the Market Place, we agreed that [personal profile] durham_rambler would return to our Hideaway from a quiet afternoon at home, while I took my camera for a walk around the town. Which worked very well, and I took many pictures - and again, some of them will doubtless appear in due course, but I won't delay this to accommodate them.

All was well and happy, in fact, until I returned home, and could not open the gate. Not, this time, the door which had previously given trouble, and which has been behaving much better as the weather improved, but the gate into the yard. The problem was not the latch at the top, but lower down, almost as if someone had shot the bolt. This was evidence, at least, that someone was at home, and [personal profile] durham_rambler is inseparable from his mobile phone... Except that on this occasion, he had decided to take it off, and while he rather thought he heard some noises outside, he didn't come out to investigate. No doubt sooner or later he would have begun to wonder where I was, but I had hoped it would be sooner rather than later. In fact it was a neighbour from further down the lane who came to my rescue: he was tall enough first to confirm that the blt was closed, and then to reach over to the yard broom leaning in the corner, and to knock the bolt open. It turned out that all three of us had contributed to the problem: I had remarked this morning that if [personal profile] durham_rambler wanted to lock something overnight, rather than enclose us behind a locked door that we might not be able to open in a hurry, he should shoot the bolt to secure the yard; [personal profile] helenraven remembered this when she returned home and noticed that the keys weren't in the safe, suggesting we were home before her. But I do blame [personal profile] durham_rambler for choosing this moment to cut himself off from the telephone...

This lock-in also provides an element of symmetry, since Saturday morning began with an entirely different piece of lock-related entertainment. But that's another story, and one which, since [personal profile] durham_rambler has just gone out for Thai takeaway, I won't tell now.

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In Kendal, with comics and Callum [Oct. 12th, 2018|04:39 pm]
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We are in Kendal for the Lakes International Comic Art Festival, and this year we have again managed to book the Marketplace Hideaway, where we stayed three years ago - and we have persuaded [personal profile] helenraven to join us, which will be fun. The forecast was - and is - for atrocious weather, specifically Storm Callum, who seems to be a storm of strong winds rather than torrential downpours. We had rain on the drive here, but normal autumn rain, enlivened by autumn colours, noticeably advanced since our excursion last week. As we approached Kendal, though, the rain stopped and the wind picked up: there were branches to be avoided on the road, and shop signs waving wildly, not to mention A-boards going walkabout...

We lunched in Kirkby Stephen, at the Mulberry Café. They don't put two shots in the Americano unless you ask them to, but the resultant coffee is excellent, and I recommend the gluten free almond cake. For sheer visual impact, though, go to the bakery next door, which is all ready for Hallowe'en:

Hallowe'en cakes


Since we were last at the Hideaway, wifi has arrived here, which is a pleasant surprise. Less pleasant is that the lock has become temperamental. We had planned to go to a four o' clock event, left our departure rather late and then discovered we couldn't lock the door: I'd be less philosophical about this if the event hadn't been a last-minute discovery (and if I'd known how much programming there was today, I'd have booked an extra day and arrived yesterday. Oh, well) and if the thought of staying in and having a cup of tea instead hadn't been so attractive. But maybe we should try again, with plenty of time in hand - and then off to the Brewery to collect tickets, and for the opening event.

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Minimally festive [Oct. 9th, 2018|12:34 pm]
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Last year our attendance at Durham Book Festival was limited to three events, on two days; this year it was down to two, both on Sunday. Same reasons: the intersection of what we fancy from the programme and what we are available for (the second weekend of the Book Festival is scheduled against the South Lakes Comics Festival, and comics wins). But there wasn't much this year that I regretted missing - with the exception of Sue Black, already sold out when we booked our tickets. On the positive side, I enjoyed both events we did go to.

Bob Beagrie: 'Civil Insolencies'Collapse )

Since both our events were in Palace Green, we lunched in the café there with S., who had come for Sue Black. One of the things I complain about, year after year, is that the Festival has no festive atmosphere, because it has no central headquarters, nowhere yo meet people and compare notes on what you have just seen, or intend to see - except the queue, because it is obligatory to queue up for each separate event, while the room is prepared. So soup and a sandwich (and it was good soup, too) was a pleasant chance to be sociable, but afterwards we didn't hang around until our evening event. [personal profile] durham_rambler came straight home, I detoured via the charity book sale.

Julia Darling: 'Pearl'Collapse )

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Playing hooky [Oct. 7th, 2018|06:03 pm]
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We took Thursday off, and went to see a temporary art installation which is coming to the end of its time:

Natural Creation 2


This oughtn't be such a big deal: we work for ourselves, we control our own time, but we don't often drop everything midweek, even though we can. As it was, [personal profile] durham_rambler spent the beginning of the morning in a meeting at County Hall. But he was home by mid-morning and we set off, down to the southern border of the county, the river Tees.

And this is what we saw...Collapse )

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In Sainsbury's this morning... [Oct. 6th, 2018|01:52 pm]
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...[personal profile] durham_rambler pointed out the White Rabbit brand (vegan) pizza. "One slice," he said, "makes you larger..."

Well, it amused us.

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Where has he been / Where is he now? [Oct. 1st, 2018|05:28 pm]
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A friend of mine asked me
Where has he been
Where is he now?
I said he's been set free
Shares a little joke with the world somehow


Marty Balin

Ten Marty Balin songs (includes videos)

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