|Lunchtime at Carr Lane Farm|
Walking near Penistone today, the weather forecasters' promise of bright, sunny spells did not materialise so my photographs were poorly illuminated. I plodded for three hours and The Sun God did not show his face once. Still, after the excesses of Christmastime it was nice to tramp for several miles and to tire myself out.
Later, back in Penistone, I visited The Arts Cafe opposite the parish church for refreshment. I fell into conversation with an elegant and articulate woman who soon explained her heritage. She was born in Equatorial Guinea - her father was from the Basque region of Spain and her mother was from the Catalan region of France. She had married an Irishman and after living in both America and Australia they had settled in Yorkshire where her three children were born.
Not that she was particularly interested but I was proud to tell her that in contrast I am a thoroughbred Yorkshireman. All my great grandparents were born here and so were my four grandparents and my parents too. I was born in Yorkshire like my three brothers and my own children were born in the county. Not a whiff of Equatorial Guinea, not a drop of Basque blood. All pure Yorkshire! The Master Race!
Another picture from Carr Lane Farm... oh and by the way Penistone is a genuine place name. I swear I did not make it up.
"It's a moo-t point, the fact you and your forefathers (and mothers) were all born in Yorkshire. It cud be wrong!"ReplyDelete
I ate in that very Café in October when visiting my niece and her family who live in Penistone. It's a small world.ReplyDelete
I may have been sitting on the very same seat Graham. I hope that you didn't pass wind!Delete
"So help me, I don't care if my tongue DOES stick to that iron bar; I HAVE TO LICK IT!!"ReplyDelete
Wait, is it cold enough there to have that happen? We're at minus 11C so I'm in a frosty frame of mind at the moment.
Frosty or frigid Jenny-O? On my walk it was chilly but by no means freezing. I didn't even need to wear a hat or gloves.Delete
"I won't have a bar of my photo being taken and I don't care if you think you're the best photographer in all of England. You can just sod off!"ReplyDelete
You are so hurtful Daisy!Delete
"Hi handsome, I'm the beef to your pudding! How about it?"ReplyDelete
Why am I blushing?Delete
Are you sure?ReplyDelete
That has gone right over my head Briony!Delete
A cow went into a bar. It was a steak out.ReplyDelete
Good! You made me chuckle!Delete
All of you just make my day! "Is this photo shoot for Vogue?"ReplyDelete
Indeed, many of those who have made the front cover of "Vogue" were total cows.Delete
And had the same expression!Delete
(That's not a message to you, YP. But doesn't that cow's expression seem to convey something along those lines? I'm detecting bovine hostility.)
YP, would you please let me an email address where I can reach you? I've left mine in the comments on the previous post. Thanks in advance.ReplyDelete