Hi again, I have just put this blog an again to try to see if it comes up. I'm sure if youv'e already seen it, I will be boring you to death. But if you haven't and you get it. Good! Everyone loves a tryer and I have been told I'm very trying. :-)))
I wrote this bit last week and
I am trying to put this on again as although it came up on my site, when I put it on, FB wwouldn't send it to friends or public. I asked FB how I could fix it but had no responce. Several of my FB friends said it could be because I put a religious pic on or it was too large. 'I'm not to good at fixing pic sizes yet. I put a smller pic on but still a pic from Tibetan Centre.' I was also told perhaps, because I used the word 'boobs' they might have thought that was the reason. Which meant I took what I thought was a comical story from my teenage years off. I did explain it was in the modern context and there was no such word in my teenage years, we called them, our chest. Someone else said I might have too many spaces, so I took them out and it looks cramped. I also had a lovely lady cut and paste it for me, which helped a lot. I'm just asking,if anyone can clearly tell me the rules of FB. I would really appreciate it, although I realise you would be doing FBs job.
Well here goes, I will soon find out if they will accept this one
Take care Lilianx
First I have to apologise, I pulled up my blog from last time and realised I had lost the end of it. How, I don’t know but as you know I am never going to be an IT professional. Or really good at English! My friend that I’ve been to visit is going to edit my last book for me. She told me I had comma’s and full stops in places they shouldn’t have been. It was fine when I wrote my first book, because it was in the kid’s voice so I could blame her. But I guess as the second one is in the
woman’s voice I can’t use that excuse. Years ago when I won the screen writing competition, I told the producer, director Juliet, I wasn’t very good at English and she said if you’re not sure just put a full stop. As that was in a script I guess it doesn’t really work elsewhere.
No moans and groans right now I have had a very nice Easter weekend. Went to Scotland and
it has helped my wanderlust, for a short time! I came home last night and had another pleasant surprise, the Ulverston Evening Townswomen’s Guild had written a very nice piece in our Evening Mail about the talk I did for them from my book last week.
Well here I am on the train from Barrow to Carlisle. Going to stay with my friend Eileen for a few days over Easter.
Thought to myself! In future don’t lose time by trying to catch iron if it falls. Not a good idea when you manage to grab the red hot base. Have to spend too much time at chemists. Then to get on train for 2 hours 27 minutes without lunch or a drink. (Painful and Stupid!) I had a friend and years ago he told me I was an accident looking for somewhere to happen. Guess he was right!
I decided to take the train up the coastal route. You can go on a different route if you want to get there quickly, but this way is only £20-90p and I have said takes two hours, 27 minutes. ‘It costs double to go on the other route!’ This one runs every hour until around five thirty, and with an
open ticket. The train is comfortable, it stops at every station . It has 24 stops from Barrow to Carlisle, so I’m not going to mention them all. Green Lane, was about the fifth and this one when announced by the conductor he said, ‘Please let me know in advance if you need to get off.’ As no one did, we went on through without stopping. At Ravenglass, you can see the advert for the Li’le Ratty). ‘Somewhere I haven’t been, and must visit this summer.’
I asked the conductor if the awful storms had affected them at Seascale as water surrounds us. On one side the sea is swarming in, today it has all its grey beauty with hefty waves breaking on the shore. The conductor told me, it had washed away the banks when we had those storms, causing the railways to have a terrible time with it. Tall houses on the other side stand up high, enjoying the
awesome view. Then Sellafield in all its sombre bleakness stands out like a gigantic sore in such scenic beauty.
We pass mountains and hills misty and mellow all over the tops. There is a farmer on a tractor cutting through the soil and making a perfect furrow.
We stop at St Bees it is another place I haven’t visited. I can see a group of old buildings that look very interesting. There are quite a lot of children playing in what I guess is the school yard.
Parton, it is a tiny place before Whitaven. Parton has just been called out by the announcer and again he asks for anyone who wants to get off at Parton to let him know. (Now that’s service for you.)
There are several Windmills right beside us, these are the windmills, that I can see from my beach at home. Of course looking straight out to sea from where I live, there are over a hundred in the sea facing the beach. I just hope they are doing their job, and it isn't another money making job for the boys. We stop at a small station called Harrington, one person gets on. We pass through Whitehaven, and this is a much more built up area than we have passed through until now. It still has lots of green hills surrounding it, except where the sea is on the left hand side. It is a real coastal ride! I can’t believe I haven’t taken this train before. Now I will take it whenever I have visitors as the beauty of it is amazing. I always take them the other way to our beautiful Lake District, but this route is very beautiful in its own way. Such beauty gives me a good feeling, and it makes me proud to be British. We have such an amazing Island!
Time has flown by, only another three quarters of an hour to where I get will off the train in Carlisle. I then get the Edinburgh coach to Langholm and there I will be in Scotland. I’m so looking forward to this visit.
My friend Eileen will be at the bus stop to meet me, I think she has found her niche here just from what she tells me.
The above is what I wrote last Thursday and my feet haven’t really touched the ground since.
I’m told Langholm has only just over three thousand inhabitants.
Eileen is there to meet me when I reach the bus stop. I’m loaded up with my back pack, handbag and small suitcase. ‘I know, you would think I was staying a month!’ Being a woman I have to pack for all occasions, and of course being Easter, I had to take an Easter egg and what would we do without wine? Anyone who travels should always have a back pack. When I was younger I once took fifty articles out of mine when I unpacked.
When we turned a corner from the main street where the bus had stopped, there was a beautiful river to cross with three bridges across it, a large park, and a small forest to wander in. The sun came out and the water sparkled as it flowed over the rocks. We took the swing bridge, I didn’t feel it moving.
It was said to have been officially opened in 1871. The engineers and workers were going to have their picture taken standing on the bridge but when the barriers were moved, around thirty adults and sixty children rushed on as well and the bridge split in the middle and sank. It slowly
collapsed into the river and everyone went with it around two hundred people including the children. They said mothers were frantically pulling their children out of the flowing river as they floated past. Local myth has it that if they weren’t their children, they were throwing them back
The houses I saw were all lovely old stone, I thought I could live here. But I have to admit I often think that. So far it has been several parts of the USA, France, the Limoges area, and the past couple of years I have fallen in love with Malta, now Langholm, Scotland. I guess I am just fickle!
I was ready for a rest but Eileen who helps out at front of house at the Bucchleuch Centre, had booked us to go to a show called, Hear The People Sing. We had dinner and I just had time to clean my teeth and put some lippy on. It was a group of very professional singers. Past members from the
West End production of Les Mis’erables, it was amazing and I enjoyed the whole show. This theatre seems to be run by the community and is excellent.
Langholm has eight art studios, and the next day we went to visit the small town centre, which is very arty and interesting. Then to the Julie Dumbarton Studio, it was very inspiring and vibrant. To make it better though, it was really laid back and although we were not buying they insisted on
us having a cup of tea with them. We had a meal at The Eskdale hotel that night.
The next day we went on the bus to Samye Ling Tibetan Centre. The weather was really nice and the place itself was a glorious kaleidoscope of colour, it also had some very peaceful walks. Eileen, Lorraine her friend and myself sat feeding the birds by the river a real moment of peace. We had been offered a lift home by Sandra another friend of Eileen’s who dropped us off at another friend of Eileen’s, she had asked us to have an Easter tea with her. We were dropped off there at Sadie’s beautiful home and she had prepared a tea for us that would have fed twenty. So another
great day was had by all. I have to say a big thank you Eileen, I had a smashing time.
I have just listened to the radio and they are talking about teenagers getting boob jobs because they feel different to their friends. I am writing my third small book about being a teenager in the early fifties and we were just the same. My group of girl friends were all comparing sizes but of course there was no such thing as surgery. I have just written a piece in my story about the very same thing. What we did was to read our mam's magazines about how to get better boobs. (Which in those days we never talked about to anyone but our group, and there wasn’t such a word as boobs, we always said chest.) To cut a long story short, one of us read that camphorated oil would do the trick. In those days your mother always had it in for when you had cold. Everyone of us pinched it and walked around smelling of camphorated oil until it ran out, or your mother noticed it had gone. There are other things that were advised but I’m not sure if they worked. Whatever happened we all grew up different shapes, and lived happily with what we were.
OK I’m rambling on, so time to say goodbye.
Take care all, and be happy.