Picture me in my chosen outfit on what was another warm, blue sky day in which the temperature rose above 80 on the Fahrenheit scale. Authentic grey FDNY T-shirt, khaki shorts, black socks and well-worn walking boots. To enhance my appearance I slapped some Nivea suncream on exposed skin.
We parked in Stickney before undertaking a four mile round walk over the surrounding flat agricultural landscape. Then we had a simple lunch at Stickney Bakery. We read our books for a while in what was once an old railway yard - now a shady picnic ground. Then we drove to a charming little town called Spilsby on the eastern edge of The Lincolnshire Wolds. In a charity shop, I bought an extra T-shirt and Shirley acquired two crystal wine glasses. Afterwards we drank bitter shandy and lager at "The Red Lion" in the market place.
Back home at Curlew Cottage, it wasn't long before Clint carried me to the village of Butterwick to purchase fish and chips for our evening meal. The proprietor piled so many homemade chips (American: fries) onto our order that we could have fed a family of six with them!
And that was Tuesday September 15th, 2020. A good day. How was your Tuesday?
OMG! That photo of the notice is too funny. I laughed out loud.
ReplyDeleteSounds like another lovely day of walking and enjoying time with your lady. A day well spent.
CORVID 19 is big black crow called Bob. Bob says, "Caw! Caw! Caw!"
DeleteKids just don't learn to spell these days! It was different when we were at school (on both sides of the classroom).
ReplyDeletewhen I was a teacher spelling was my forte Margaret. In fact I cast spells on the bad kids!
DeleteThanks for your report. You've been smart enough to get away before the second wave of vcvid hits us.
ReplyDeleteVcvid? Don't tell me there's ANOTHER virus going around!
DeleteThat misspelling looks like MURDER! :)
ReplyDeleteHa-ha! Got you Jennifer. Too clever.
DeleteSounds good. I like the carving. One wonders what becomes of noses once we fall off the flesh.
ReplyDeleteYou really want to know what my Tuesday was like? A mixture of delicious mackerel in the evening, and shite in blogland during the day. There is a faction out there which persistently fashions me into something I am not. This time? This time I am, apparently, some troll who pretends to be an old man with a demented wife in times of Corona. And the blogger on whose blog this occurred stokes the fire instead of putting it out. I am not easily upset. Yet, yesterday (Tuesday), my son told me, in no uncertain terms, that I was upset. Denying it wouldn't wash. He then told me how the internet works, how blogland works. Or, rather, why some of it doesn't. And asked me, for the umpteenth time why I engage with those who are beyond the pail (or is it "pale"?). I told him that, for reasons beyond me, I find it truly hard to give up on anyone. Particularly the hopeless. Maybe it's the teacher (!) in me. Which is why I'll take early retirement in commenting.
Never mind. I'll live a little longer despite the Samaritan and his disciples doing the best they can to give me a bad name. Such a charitable lot. The table of their intellect being empty they won't have to fight over crumbs.
Think what you like, YP, but please, just this once, don't make fun of the above.
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Of course I will not make fun. I recognise your intellect, your humanity and your inquisitiveness. However, when I encounter nastiness or just disrespect in my blog wanderings I tend to walk away and never go there again. In that sense, I agree with The Angel. By the way - it's "pale" not "pail".
DeleteA very good day by all accounts.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it funny how easily we make typing errors on the most obvious parts of notes, adverts and so on? I used to proofread at a publisher's of small weekly papers (the towns and the papers were small). The adverts that were typeset often contained errors in the key words, while there would very rarely be a wrong telephone number or postcode.
I am eagle-eyed when it comes to errors and I often spot mistakes in novels, newspapers or factual works. We should have set up our own proofreading business - M&N Proofreaders "Accurasy is our Bussness".
DeleteLike the pharmacist who proclaimed "We dispense with accuracy".
DeleteMy favourite pain relief.
DeleteIt looks very flat land like Norfolk. Oh for a bitter shandy. There's nothing nicer on a red hot summers day.
ReplyDeleteAfter a nice walk in sunshine you cannot beat a bitter shandy.
DeleteMrs. D prefers a lotta shandy.
DeleteI believe that "Lotta" brand shandy is from Lithuania.
DeleteThe black crow of death? Yes even I have problems with spelling, but am served by an American dictionary in which we fight over the right spelling! When we had driven through Lincolnshire we found it very uninspiring, I like the way you find the best spots.
ReplyDeleteI think that the loveliest part of Lincolnshire is the gently rolling Lincolnshire Wolds. More ancient too.
DeleteThat carving is a bit macabre. It took me a while to spot the mistake on the notice! I think we might have stayed in Spilsby when we were house hunting.
ReplyDeleteIt is easy to hunt houses as, unlike rabbits, they do not move.
DeleteI'm at a place in my life where the idea of going out into the world is too much to comprehend. I am glad that you do it though. And are sharing. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh, that it was blackbirds threatening our existence. At least we can see those coming.
Happy that you have joined us on our eastern Lincolnshire break.
Delete"Corvid" -- LOL!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE that skull!
That skull is Jeremy Corvid!
DeleteMy day was wonderful but not as exciting as yours, of course. I took a three mile walk with the dog without smoke from California stinging my eyes. (However, today I could not even see the mountains. Those poor western states are really having it rough!). After lunch I started and completed a 3X6 inch tile in alcohol ink that I am going to back with cork for one of my neighbors who loves it. Went to bed happy. There you go......highlights!
ReplyDeleteA lovely day for you too. Maybe tomorrow you will take Mr Trump's advice and clear up some fallen leaves. After all forest fires have nothing to do with climate change, it is all about forest management. Mr Big Bear can help. You could load up your car with leaves and tell all of your neighbours and friends to do the same. No doubt Mr Trump will be filling his hotels and golf resorts with leaves - leading by example.
DeleteThat's an interesting carving on the tomb in Spilsby. Apparently they do not have any covid infections there but if I were you I would sure watch out for that corvid - it might be worse!
ReplyDeleteI don't want the corvid pecking my eyeballs out!
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