This feels quite surreal; here I am watching an over five hundred year’s old body of, ‘Well what was left of it!’ Richard the Third, being buried. He was the one who allegedly killed the twins in the Tower of London. Only we Brits could manage so much Pomp and Ceremony. Many thousands of people came to watch the funeral procession. My brother lived in Leicester for quite a few years, the Cathedral is beautiful. Not sure if we ever parked on the particular car park, none of them are beautiful. Still it is a quite unique situation. How many kings are found buried under a car park? Leicester is a very multi cultural city, and there people seem to live together without the troubles that seem to rear their head in other places. I think the fact that King Richard the Third being interred in the Cathedral will bring a lot of tourists to the Cathedral, and that is always good for any town or city.
Why does it always happen at the wrong time? I wasn’t going to whine on about these darn steroids, but now they have caused my right eye to mist over. At the same time for some reason my computer has gone into battery save, which of course makes it practically impossible to see the little white arrow. I did find the instructions on how to right it, thought I was so clever. Still it went straight back into save mode. Having no idea how I fixed it; I have no idea how to put it right. So I’m writing this with one eye closed, ‘Not my right one I hasten to add.’
On my face book, I keep seeing the dreadful weather that some of my friends in many countries are having. Some of the pictures of the snow are so beautiful; it must have been great fun for the children. Even though it is obviously very hard for the people who are trying to get on with their daily lives. I realise how lucky we are here, although I can see we have climate change. I worry so much about my grandchildren’s children’s future.
We have had no rain for over a week, and although it was still freezing on some of the nights our grass was looking parched and plants were calling out for water. Last night out of the blue, it torrented down all night. Two days ago it was so windy I couldn’t go out. I didn’t really need to go out, and I realised I couldn’t walk down my hill to get the bus. Instead I sat here trying to get on with my writing. Looking out of my window I could see the grass practically glowing in the sun that came out, it seemed to turn green again, just like that! Even though the wind was still blowing a hooly, my place was so warm I had to turn the heating off. The sea was very high and roaring in. As I watched the sea there were two or three Kite surfers challenging the waves and they I’m sure were having a great time. Even the sky had several blue patches. A helicopter flew over the airfield; I love how close we are as the small private planes come in over our roof tops. My friend Sooty was sitting outside on the grass, he suddenly rolled onto his back and rolled around like a kitten. I can see the joy that the warm sun brings to this old gentleman, and I think, ‘At last spring is on its way.’
‘I did drive until I moved here; I guess you all know I’m a bit of a greeny!’ I was told that if I didn’t drive my car for a year it would save enough fuel to fly to the USA. As I have dear friends there, and I like to visit them whenever it’s possible. So I gave up driving here thinking I was helping the atmosphere. I do realise now after ten years that it hasn’t helped much.
Well my friends who have read my letters for some time already know how much I love my town and I do go on. I know I do; but our town has been a butt of jokes from people who don’t even know the town. They call us the longest cul-de-sac in Britain and talk as if we live in the back woods. Yes we are a poor working class town, and that’s because of pure neglect from our parliament, we are too far from London in the North West. It’s time each county governed itself. We were once a proud ship building town, we now build nuclear subs and they too are built to the highest standards. Our craftsmen are some of the best in the world.
Ok all this is because; I am really going to brag now!
Barrow-In-Furness has come in the top 10 as the one of the most desirable places to live and three miles from us Dalton-in-Furness, a small town has come 3rd in the top ten. Dalton was here before Barrow became a large booming port, and has a lot of history. The survey was carried out by the Centre for Economics and Business Research; the study also took into account employment prospects and affordable housing.
I have a theory that the fact that we stick out into the sea, makes us safer, we have much less heavy crime than many towns our size. This is mainly because we really only have one main way into and out of the area. Apart from coming in by sea and that can be difficult because our tides go in and out twice daily. As I have already said, I live beside our small private airfield and we do get a plane or helicopter two come in daily and it’s surprising how any change at the airfield is noticed. After all I do live on a retirement site, and there are around three hundred small homes many of the retired people spend a lot of hours just sitting and looking out of their windows at the views and they don’t miss anything!
Oh for some constant spring weather. At least it would encourage me to get up earlier. I love my comfy bed and I love listening to my radio from around 6am. I listen to radio two and the young man who heads it is called Chris Evans. I think I might be repeating myself! Anyway while I’m listening to him, I think of all the things I’m going to write on my blog and in the warmer weather I get up early to start to write it. Now it’s around 8am to 9am and my inspiration, (Ha ha.) Has waned.
I had a very nice day yesterday I went with friends to a Railway Museum at Haverthwaite. The weather wasn’t promising but came out lovely as it has today. We had a great lunch there then went on the steam train to Lakeside. We could have had a trip to Bowness by crossing the lake on one of the boats that cross many times a day, but I think we were to full of the good food we had been served, and thought better of it. I used to have Lakeside Hotel as one of my very good customers and they did wonderful weddings. ‘They still do.’ Anyway this isn’t about a wedding. They had a very important conference, which consisted of a very large group of Japanese business people. The firm who had hired Lakeside decided it would be nice to have a banquet on one of the old gondoliers. I was asked to decorate it, it meant many garlands etc. I loved the idea, and had another very good florist working for me. She always loved a challenge and I was confident that she and I could do it justice. This was when I found out something about her that I couldn’t believe. She was so afraid of water she couldn’t go on the boat even though it was moored to the side. She said, ‘If it was The Queen Mary and it was in dry dock she I have gone on it, but I wouldn’t go down below.’ We managed to get round it. She worked on the side of where it was docked and the other help ran up and down passing me the garlands and arrangements that didn’t have to be done in situ! Well here I am again, rambling on. I had no idea I was going to write about the gondolier, but memories come flooding back.
I guess I should say goodbye. I have thought I should write this fortnightly because I never manage to write everything interesting that I have thought about. Believe it or not, I have just had to stop to answer my phone. It was one of my men pals and he wanted to call to bring me some salmon for dinner. I didn't say yes because I have a nervous breakdown every time I write this and am so near
the end I'm paranoid that I'll mess it up.
So Bye again and take care all. Be happy!