We found this memorial to Ben Wilson of Holmshaw, killed by lightning in 1897, when we were out planting our treasure. Notable only because (a) I have an Uncle by that name and (b) I have a theory that my family may have originated in this general area. We might be related but I shall most likely never know, as my mother refuses to speak of her father. I know only his surname and that he was Scots. I theorise that he was a miner and came down to work in the Yorkshire coalfields. It’s a bit weird, to know nothing about one’s grandparents.
Ben Wilson RIP (backblip)
Recently, at the: Crooked House
Week five of lockdown v2.0 begins today. We have new rules, slightly more relaxed but with the addition of a nightly curfew (from 15th December.) Does that then make this Lockdown v2.1? I think that it probably does! … Continue readingDeterminedly Cheering Myself Up
Nell and I went for a walk this morning. It was a gorgeous day but we ended up by not going very far. The Crooked Man had gone out and I was expecting a parcel delivery. Plus, I was finding it hard going. Not feeling on top of my game right now. Possibly a touch of “Keto Flu”? I’d like to think so, but honestly haven’t been working hard enough at it to have gotContinue readingFeeling a bit seedy
Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots
It’s mass migration time! #livereportingfromtheroad #france #autumn2020 #thelockdowndash
An interesting morning. Up and at ’em we went to Intermarché to fuel up and to buy some food for when we arrive home. They were queuing outside the door for what appeared to be controlled entry. There were queues for fuel too. “We’re not that desperate” we said and set off for home. It… Continue reading October 29, 2020 at 10:24AM