We noticed last week that the Silver Giraffe in Ryton has changed hands, or at least we think it has, because there’s a different name up and their Facebook/Twitter pages haven’t been updated for a […]
I finally made it to the Ryton Farmer’s Market last weekend. It’s held near to the Pit Wheel beside Ryton Rugby Club on the last Saturday of every month, though there will be a Christmas Market […]
A lovely surprise when I got home from work on Thursday, a £50 voucher from the kind people at Engage Magazine to spend in Eldon Square was lying on my doormat. I’ve won a competition apparently, or […]
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There were no new babies in our family for years, then like buses they all arrived at once. Heather and I were left in charge of two of them on Saturday afternoon, my niece Hannah […]
Friday afternoon was a little different. I’d been kindly invited to visit an Asylum Seekers Group and have lunch with them. There are many collective and individual differences between myself and the men and women […]
It was a privilege to be invited to join in the Live Theatre Mixtape Rehearsal by director Melanie Rashbrooke. Click on the link below to the Live Theatre website to read about it. Read what […]
Exciting news! I’m to be a blogger/reviewer at the Live Theatre in Newcastle for a month. I sent in my application and a link to this website so they could read some of my work. […]
Back in the spring I wrote a review for a play we saw at the Theatre Royal, Newcastle, and in it I said that the Theatre Royal was the jewel in Newcastle’s crown. It’s very […]
The girls in the admin office where I work are holding a Macmillan’s coffee morning on Friday http://www.macmillan.org.uk/Home.aspx I got baking and turned out what I think is a really fab cherry cake. I carefully divided it into slices, lovingly wrapped it in silver paper, and placed it inside a specially purchased air tight box. When I came to pick up the box to fetch it into work I noticed that the lid seemed a bit loose. Further investigation revealed three slices missing. Heather will bloody well make another one this evening, I am going to stand over her while she does it. Heather’s not big on cooking or baking and flies into a panic if I simply ask her to stir something, but then she counts the stirring part as meaning that she’s played a significant role in the preparation of the meal.
A couple of months ago some artefacts from the two World Wars fell into my path at work. They were valuable items and their owner wanted them to go to someone who would look after them properly. Business was very much combined with pleasure therefore, when I volunteered to take them down to Eden Camp Modern History Museum in Malton, North Yorkshire, on my day off. The items consisted of machetes, bayonets, and a sword, and getting them signed over to the museum’s curator only took a minute or two. Afterwards Heather and I were free to explore. I was born 15 years after WWII ended, but its ghost remained very much to the fore when I was a child because my father had fought in it and his father in WW1. My mother was in the military police and looked after female prisoners at a camp set up at Windlestone Hall in Co. Durham. Windlestone Hall is the birthplace of Sir Anthony Eden and it was sold off a couple of years ago to private buyers. Last year I took Mum out to lunch near there along with one of her army colleagues who had also been a guard at the hall during the war. I wrote to the owners beforehand and asked if there would be any possibility of Mum and her friend seeing the house again. They did ring me, but it was clear that they weren’t keen. Possibly this was because they’d received a massively bad press for picking up this enormous country pile for just 241k. I think they were a little suspicious of strangers. I hardly think that the price they paid is their fault (if I’d had the cash I would have would have been interested) but the sale provoked local controversy. However if that had been my home I would have loved to have had someone in there who could properly tell me about its history, and talk about what each of the different rooms were used for while it was a POW camp.
I mentioned a week ago that the new Morrison’s had opened in Blaydon and that I found this quite exciting. Heather and I called in briefly during one of our walks, and as we were […]
“Shut up and stop answering me back,” is what my mother told me in the car on Saturday afternoon. I was sitting in the rear seat but I could see through the mirror that Heather’s face was a picture of satisfaction.
Another enjoyable weekend. Friday was a short day, because I started work at 6am and then I took four hours leave to enable me to visit the dentist where a double filling awaited. Actually I […]
The great thing about living in the North East of England is that we have the best of everything. This is the scene that greeted me when I went out to my car yesterday morning to go to work.
My cousin Clea is up in the North East from Godalming and she’s been staying with Mum, so I’ve been staying too to get our suppers etc. We had my signature dish of mince and […]
As we walked past St. James’s Park on our way to the run on Friday, we came across scarves, flowers, and shirts laid at the feet of Sir Bobby Robson’s memorial. These are here in […]
Last week absolutely spun over. There were meetings to attend and different working venues to visit over the first three working days, and then on Thursday and Friday I attended a course funded by my […]
Friday afternoon last week we finally managed to get some new wheels for Heather. It’s a white Hyundai and a big improvement on the Peugeot, though the Peugeot was eleven years old so it’s done […]
Heather and I were consumed with excitement earlier this week because our race numbers arrived! This is for a 5k race we’ve entered and it takes place in Newcastle on Friday evening next week.
I’ve had a lovely weekend, spending Saturday afternoon with Heather, my friend Lyndsey, and her two little’uns at the National Glass Centre in Sunderland. You will see I’ve written a review of the Centre for What’s Good To Do, and in it I mention the glass roof. It’s made of glass 6cm thick and strong enough to hold 460 people in one go. You know you’re safe on it, and yet it’s a very hard thing to begin walking over it, and it took us several attempts and a lot of squealing to get going. Once you’ve got used to it you can look 40’ below into the brasserie reception area and shop. I advise that the wearing of trousers is a strict necessity, steer clear of skirts and kilts – or if you do have to wear them make sure that everything is safely gathered in.