18 June 2026

Pondering

Cliffe tower block in Stannington on Tuesday morning

I have noticed that a few of my favourite bloggers have been taking  a rest from blogging. Maybe I should do the same.

I have got some things on my mind tonight. Something unpleasant happened today and it has got under my skin. I need a little time to process it and think about how to respond, hoping that the unpleasantness goes no further. I may tell you about it soon.

In other Yorkshire Pudding news, Shirley and I are heading to Amsterdam on Friday morning - thence to a town north of Amsterdam called Hoorn. We will be flying from Humberside Airport - the flight is only an hour long - across The North Sea.

I confess I am a bit anxious about driving a hire car out of busy Schipol Airport but no doubt I will manage it.

We are only staying for two nights. Back on Monday evening. I may tell you the reason for this little expedition tomorrow. 

Now back to my glass of red wine and more pondering about what happened.

Woodland tower block in Stannington on Tuesday morning

17 June 2026

Heart

Presently, I am waiting rather nervously for England's World Cup match with Croatia to commence. Kick off in Dallas is at 9pm British Summertime. We have some brilliant players and if they stay fit and gel together my country could go far in this tournament. But this is something that optimistic England fans have said on plenty of previous occasions. Disappointment sometimes seems inevitable but you never know, maybe 2026 will be different. Come on England!

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Okay, partly to get my mind off what lies ahead this evening, I will change my focus now to a novel I have just finished reading - "The Heart of It" by Barry Hines. It was first published in 1994 so I have arrived at it thirty two years later.

I found it very readable. One of those novels you want to get back to when matters of everyday life get in the way. I finished it in seven days.

I spotted it in a charity shop and of course it had a particular appeal  because in the last six months I have been in regular contact with Barry Hines's younger brother - Richard.

Barry Hines was not an especially prolific writer. He only wrote nine novels and "The Heart of It" was the only novel he published in the 1990s. I noticed the dedication: "For My Mother and Father".

Set in South Yorkshire the novel sees a prodigal son called Cal returning to his roots. His father, who was once a coal miner and ardent trade unionist, has suffered a debilitating stroke and his ageing mother Maisie is charged with looking after him. Cal's only sibling, Joe, had left the former mining village to find work in Manchester.

Cal himself lives in southern France with his French filmstar girlfriend. He is essentially a scriptwriter and has links with Hollywood. He has made  plenty of money and in that sense has been rather successful but he is shallow and rather devious. His father Harry, urges him to write something of value, something meaningful.

Cal's trip back to his roots and his South Yorkshire homeland begins to stir something in him. The Coal Strike of 1984-85 is still fresh in people's minds along with the way in  which Thatcher harnessed the police and the military to crush Britain's miners  and destroy the coal industry.  These hardworking people were undoubtedly the salt of the earth and certainly not "the enemy within" as Thatcher described them.

Sadly Harry dies and Cal finds himself drawn away from the Hollywood tinsel and all those dreadfully superficial films. He is at last ready to write about things that mattered in his community..."The Heart of It":-

The houses had been demolished. A peeling hoarding 
advertised "FACTORY UNITS TO LET", but Karl 
remembered the people who used to live there...

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It's 11.15pm now and the match is over. England convincingly beat Croatia by four goals to two. What a relief! Time for a cold bottle of beer. Now on to Ghana and Panama. God Save The King! God Save Harry Kane!

16 June 2026

IMHO

 

"Put your phone down, look with both eyes" - David Hockney

Although he was eighty eight when he died, David Hockney did not customarily shun modern technology. In many ways he embraced it and seriously explored the potential of i-pads and art software. He pushed boundaries proving that he was not some old fuddy duddy stuck in his old ways.

And yet like many of us he noted with some disdain how slavishly many people seemed glued to the little screens on their smartphones. He wanted them to look up and see the world around them - perhaps drink in different lights, different shades and the endlessly changing scenes around them. If you are forever looking at your little screen you miss so much.

Today as I was coming back from the hospital, I saw a young father pushing his baby son along Ecclesall Road. The little lad was sitting upright in his buggy, taking in the world around him. In contrast, his father was pushing the pushchair with one hand. In the other hand was his active smartphone and very sadly it appeared that whatever he was looking at on that phone seemed infinitely more interesting than the baby boy who surely deserved his father's undivided attention.

I see this kind of thing very often and as I am walking along I will often stare at these parents who are usually so absorbed in their phone's hypnotic magic that they don't even see me staring in my well-practised condemnatory fashion - using non-verbal signals that shout loud and clear, "That is wrong! Get off your bloody phone!"

Loving a small child requires full commitment. Your smiles and subtle messaging show that you are fully alert to what your youngster is doing. You are meant to be together - parent and child - so please - no Facebook scrolling, no Snapchat, no "X" posts. See your child and be with him or her - in the moment.

Constant smartphone diversion means you are sending out this message to your child: "I do kind of love you but you are rather boring and somewhat irrelevant compared with what is on my phone". In the long run thoughtless phone use when in charge of children could easily cause psychological harm.

Of course the tech companies who developed smartphones and interconnected app and software developers cynically designed their systems to be addictive, to hook users in a manner that has  many parallels with actual drug addiction. So in some respects I have sympathy with users. It is not entirely their fault but they need to be bigger, more self-critical and exercise better control over their phone habits.

In short, I am in full agreement with David Hockney: "Put down your phone and see with both eyes!" IMHO* it is a good message.

* In my honest opinion - pub quiz question at "The Hammer and Pincers" on Sunday night.

15 June 2026

Tragedy

On the night of December 3rd 2025, an eighteen year old student at Southampton University was stabbed to death in the street by a member of the Sikh community. He is Vickrum Singh Digwa. His victim was Henry Nowak. You may have heard or read about this case because it became very newsworthy - not just in England but around the world.

Right wingers and thugs jumped on the story. They didn't care a damn about Henry Nowak or his grieving family's wishes. They wished to push a warped idea that somehow this case proved that British police favour ethnic minorities above the host white community. It was all utter twaddle.

Trump's right-hand man - the odious James David Vance said of this case:-
"Henry Nowak died the same way a civilization dies: abandoned, handcuffed by authorities who neither trusted nor cared for him, and accused of hate crimes 
he did not commit. His murder is as tragic as it is enraging. He should still 
be alive today, and he would be if the last few generations of European 
elites had stood their ground against the politics of self-hatred and the 
mass invasion of migrants, many of whom despise the West and the 
people who love it."

You would think that a senior American politician, trained in the law would have wished to know the facts and would also have  diplomatically kept his nose out of another country's internal affairs. Maybe he would have been better advised to come out and condemn the ICE killings of Alex Pretti and Renee Good in Minneapolis. But no, he wished to make right wing capital out of a tragedy, never stopping to note that the killer was born and raised in Great Britain. He was not an immigrant and besides, Britain's generally peace-loving Sikh community is long-established on this island. Sikhs contribute a great deal to our society in various spheres.

Ironically, Vickrum Singh Digwa is as British as Usha Bala Chilukuri is American - the aforementioned person being Vance's own wife!

What happened in Southampton that fateful night was tragic and I really feel for the young police officers involved. It was an exceedingly difficult scenario to deal with. It seemed at first that Henry had been the aggressor and it was not clear that he had been stabbed. Vikrum's lies added to the confusion and Henry Nowak was briefly handcuffed.

I had a close look at the judge's sentencing remarks and have picked out three sections to share. They help to clarify the awful events, what really happened. For example it is clear that by filming the situation on his phone, Henry somewhat naively riled Vickrum Singh Digwa. Not a justification by any means but something of an explanation...

HIS HONOUR JUDGE WILLIAM MOUSLEY K.C. HONORARY 
RECORDER OF SOUTHAMPTON AND RESIDENT JUDGE 
THE KING -v- VICKRUM SINGH DIGWA 
SENTENCING REMARKS 1/6/2026
13. In Belmont Road, you and Henry passed each other. You claimed he deliberately barged into you. I am sure that was one of the many lies you have told and repeated since it happened. However, there was an interaction between you both. Henry, perhaps cheekily, made a comment, asking if you were a “bad man.” He was filming you on his phone when he said it. The tone of his voice was not aggressive or threatening but, as it turned out, a tragic error of judgment. It is a reasonable conclusion that the comment was because he had seen the large, sheathed dagger. That would have been a very unusual thing for an 18-year-old student and non-Sikh to see.

14. You moved towards him and, confidently, told him that you were “a bad man.” This was the response, I believe, of someone who thought they were being disrespected, made worse by the perceived intrusion of being filmed. You were not frightened or concerned and grabbed his phone, removing it from him. The exact events which immediately followed were only witnessed by Henry and you. However, it would not be unreasonable to conclude that Henry would have wanted his phone back, believing it had been stolen from him or that he had been robbed. That may have led to a physical struggle between you and him. In that situation, there was every need for self-restraint and control on your part. As someone who was born and raised in the UK, that should have been your focus rather than any distorted view of your religious traditions. Strong words, even a verbal threat, might have been justified but no more.

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27. Another consequence of those lies is that the attending police officers honestly believed that there were reasonable grounds for suspecting Henry had committed an offence and arrested him with the consequence he was handcuffed for about a minute before his condition further deteriorated and the arresting officer began CPR. The police were given a convincing but wholly false narrative of the incident. It was dark and Henry was wearing a dark top. The entry damage caused by the knife through it, would not have been obvious. Whilst there was visible blood on Henry, it would not have clearly been seen coming from that wound and the clearly visible facial wound was not life-threatening. Henry was complaining that he had been stabbed and was struggling to breathe but that would not have necessarily told the officers how serious the situation had become. It is the experience of the criminal courts that sometimes, someone arrested and handcuffed will feign injury in the hope they may be released. These police officers were faced with having to make quick decisions in pressurised circumstances about the best way to act. The genuine shock to the particular police officer, when he realised that he had been giving CPR to Henry when he had a serious chest wound tends to show that he was doing his best in a very difficult situation.

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But for right wing thugs and for prize idiots like James David Vance and Nigel Paul Farage - why let the facts divert you from your fascistic theorising and your shoot now/ask questions later modus operandi

14 June 2026

Quiztime

As you probably know, there's a big football festival happening in North America right now. It's the 23rd World Cup tournament and forty eight teams are competing for The Jules Rimet Trophy. In this exciting  edition of Quiztime, you will be given ten blurry flags with four countries named after each flag. But to which of these countries do the flags belong? As usual the answers will  be supplied in the comments section.

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1.

(a) England (b) Austria (c) Norway (d) Switzerland

2.

(a) Ivory Coast  (b) Iran  (c)  Senegal (d) Ghana

3. 

(a) Germany (b) Belgium (c) Ecuador (d) Colombia

4.

(a) Iraq (b) Panama (c) Jordan (d) Croatia

5.

(a) Curacao (b) Cape Verde (c) Uzbekistan (d) USA

6.

(a) Turkey (b) Morocco (c)  Qatar (d) Haiti

7.

(a) Paraguay(b) Egypt (c) Czech Republic (d) Austria 

8.

(a) Portugal  (b) Mexico (c) Bosnia and Herzegovina (d) South Korea

9.

(a) Cape Verde (b) Tunisia (c) France (d) Netherlands

10.

(a) Japan (b) Canada (c) Switzerland (d) South Korea

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That's all folks! How did you?

13 June 2026

David

Self portrait 2021

"I paint what I like, when I like and where I like." - David Hockney

"My only worry is the painting I'm doing. Nothing else." - David Hockney

Well-known people die every day. You learn about their passing from news services. Mostly those news items pass me by without so much as a missed heartbeat. But yesterday was different.

When I read about the death of David Hockney, I responded with an involuntary sharp intake of breath. And then I felt very sad for he was one of my very small number of heroes. A proud Yorkshireman like me, he had many of the traits of a genius.

He was so passionate about his art and so productive and he never stopped evolving. He didn't give a bugger what anybody thought about him or his art because he was truly driven. He sought visual beauty and delighted in the world around him. Eighty eight years was not nearly enough time to portray all of the moments he sought to capture.

Back in 2017 I made a special visit to The Tate Britain Gallery in London to see a comprehensive exhibition of his work and I was enthralled. I blogged about it here.

If I could speak to David Hockney now that he has departed the land of the living I would say, "Thank you for being here David and for all that you have left behind. It was really worth it man. Truly."

12 June 2026

Ramist

 
Pierre Ramus  1515-1572

Q. What is a RAMIST? 

A.  A follower of Pierre Ram, better known as Ramus, a celebrated French scholar, who was professor of rhetoric and philosophy at Paris in the reign of Henry II. Ramus famously  opposed the Aristotelians.

So now you know but which side are you on? For my own part I am firmly on the side of the Aristotelians for reasons that will become clear before this blogpost finishes.
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Alrighty, so there I am on Saville Street north of the city centre having just taken Butch, my Nissan Juke, for his first service at the Nissan dealership. And down on the pavement I see the reverse  side of a badge. Following the urban beach-combing example of Mr S.Reed of West London, I stoop to pick up said badge having absolutely no idea what I might see on the face side.
Perhaps it would be advertising some product or other or maybe there'd just be an image but no - this is what I saw...
"TRUMP IS A RA_IST"

Mmm... What could the missing letter be? At first I had no idea until I remembered  one of the great figures of French scholarship - Pierre Ram or Ramus. And then in a moment of illumination I realised that President Trump must be a Ramist. Frankly, I was surprised because previously I noted that the 47th US President habitually shows enormous lack of intellect and indeed historical knowledge. Clearly, I was wrong about that. Only well-read scholars like Haggerty and Marcellous truly appreciate Ramus's philosophical legacy so D.J. Trump must be one of them.

It just goes to show that you should never judge a book by its cover but I am still slightly puzzled, wondering why the badge makers chose to miss out the vital letter "M". Very confusing,

11 June 2026

Pontificating

St Stephen's Church in Aldwark

Yorkshire is England's Texas. Now I would like to share a joke I once heard. A Texan meets a Yorkshireman in a pub one day. The Texan boasts, "Texas is so big it takes two days to travel across our state by train!" The Yorkshireman pauses before replying, "Aye. We've got slow trains in Yorkshire too!"

Yorkshire contains a variety of areas, different people with different accents. There is no  single Yorkshire way of speaking - but many.

Some southerners think of Yorkshire as a place of industry and hardship where old men in flat caps lead whippets to old slag heaps and women in curlers hang washing on rope lines between grim terraced houses.

But the Yorkshire we were in from Sunday morning to Wednesday was very different from that. Take the village of Alne for example. So many big and characterful houses with gravel driveways, neatly trimmed hedgerows and roses climbing round doorways. Girls in hard hats riding horses. Range Rovers splashing through puddles. There in the middle of The Vale of York where the soil is deep and rich and you wake to mellifluous birdsong.

St Mary's Church in Alne

Life is comfortable there. In Easingwold - which is really a small self-sufficient town thirteen miles north of York, I counted five thriving pubs adjacent to the wide Georgian central area. Once this comfortable settlement was the first stopping places for horse drawn coaches heading north from York. "Easingwold" seemed like a very appropriate name - for life appeared easy there just west of  the Yorkshire Wolds that rise and fall on their way to Flamborough Head.

I went on two long walks with Tony and Shirley joined us on our second route. Because Pauline has had two hip replacements and a knee replacement in the last eighteen months, she ducked out - quite understandably. On Tuesday afternoon we joined her at the immaculate Aldwark Manor Hotel - for hot drinks and bowls of triple-fried chips with hummus and tomato ketchup.

Straight Lane near Aldwark

For me, one of the true joys of life is to walk in previously unknown countryside. I call it "virgin territory". Though the weather forecast was discouraging, we managed both walks in good weather, plodding along in the early summer on quiet lanes and paths that were for the most part little trodden.

The old market hall in Easingwold

You don't know how long the times ahead will be but there in the Alne area, putting one foot in front of the other and breathing in early summer air in the middle of Yorkshire, it felt simply good to be alive. And it's surely good that I recognise the preciousness of that feeling.

View from stately Beningbrough Hall

10 June 2026

Back

The tombola stall at Alne Street Fayre with the village hall behind

Back from Alne - pronounced Arn. It was a splendid break in a part of Yorkshire I hardly knew - thirteen miles north of York in rich agricultural land. In the distance, where The Yorkshire Moors rise up above The Vale of York you could make out The White Horse of Kilburn on Sutton Bank.

The 2026 Alne Street Fayre was a big deal and the money seemed to be pouring in. There were over five hundred cars in the big fields beyond Home Farm and thankfully for the community, the weather played ball all day. It was only at 5pm that I was able  to bring our car to Celidih Cottage because until then the streets had been shut off. The entire village was a pedestrianised zone for the day.

I don't know about you but I love a good tombola with tickets ending in "0" or "5" earning prizes. I won an IKEA picture frame, two diffusers, a notebook and pen and a brand new  blanket throw that still had its price tag on it. It was a great haul for an outlay of £10 - all for a good village cause.

Green man carving on the twelfth century font in Alne Church

It was great to spend time with Tony and Pauline. She had some wonderful news to share which I will relate to you in another blogpost. Like us, they don't eat out very often but together we ate out on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday evenings.

Each meal was wonderful and magically, in all three establishments, we were led to the best window tables. I can be quite particular about where I get to sit in a restaurant and in each eatery we got the places I would have picked if left to my own devices.

The Sunday roast in "The George" in Easingwold had been put together with what I  often refer to as "love". We all had beef layered on mounds of tasty vegetables and then topped with light and golden Yorkshire puddings the size of side plates. The cauliflower cheese came in separate tureens with extra gravy boats. No morsels were left but I swear we did not lick the plates clean.

On Monday evening we visited the Jaipur Spice curry house  by the road to Easingwold from Alne. We all agreed it was an excellent, authentic curry. I ordered onion bhajis before my  "Jaipur Special Beef Bhuna" with vegetable rice and  one chapati. All quite heavenly and again the conversation flowed like a mountain spring that never dries up.

Tuesday night we went to the only pub in Alne - "The Bluebell Inn" - which is essentially just a restaurant these days. I ordered Italian lasagne with side vegetables. The main dish was gooey and cheesy with a nicely seared top. And I washed it down with a pint of "Theakstons" ale - a famous Yorkshire brew.

Well I could say much more about our Alne trip  but I think I will leave it there for tonight. I want to get back to the television to watch England's friendly match with Costa Rica. Our last game before The World Cup tournament begins.
At the swing music stage

8 June 2026

Away

Forgive me for playing tricks on you. Yesterday's blogpost "Praise" was  "scheduled" and so is this one. You see, we are not back home in Sheffield. Instead, we are staying in a cottage in the village of Alne - a few miles north of York.

The reason we chose Alne was because our friends Tony and Pauline have been staying there quite regularly. They have a large touring caravan (American: trailer) and it has been sited at the village's caravan park since the start of spring. Pauline is recovering from her second hip replacement operation. Having a bolthole in Alne seemed like a good means of getting away from home without travelling far.
Our end terrace cottage in Alne

Shirley and I have never been to Alne before. Co-incidentally, yesterday was the village's annual "Street Fayre" to raise money for play and recreational facilities. It is pretty much the highlight of Alne's social calendar with  the streets being closed off and various events - including two musical stages.

I sincerely hope that we had a good time!

I will let you know more about our sojourn in Alne when I blog again on Wednesday night - assuming we make it home safely of course!

7 June 2026

Praise

In Praise of The Real Food Company - Doing The Right Thing
1.
Dear Real Food Company,
My order was delivered today by a member of The Royal Mail team. He did not force the package through our letterbox but instead placed it in my hand. I opened the package only to find this:-
All of the contents of the tub were now in the plastic bag. Somehow the tub had been squashed open. Whether this happened at your end or in transit, I have no idea.

I took the little tub out of the plastic bag and tried to rescue the contents after reshaping the container but no matter what I did, I could not repair the crushed cardboard base in a way that made the tub leak-free again. Of course, I could use sellotape or sticky labels but that is not the point. Naturally, I expected to receive the tub in tip-top condition.

I have no idea what your policy is when you receive legitimate complaints like this one but I trust that you will do the right thing.

I am very disappointed. Spending a total of £9.24 inclusive of P&P was a large outlay for this product and I was not expecting such a problem.

Yours truly,
Yorkshire Pudding

2.


Dear Yorkshire Pudding,

Your order has been refunded

Total amount refunded: £9.24 GBP. It may take up to 10 days for this refund to appear in your account.

We apologise most sincerely for this issue and for the inconvenience it has caused you but we hope that you will shop with us again in the future.

The Real Food Company

6 June 2026

Parklife

 We have some lovely parks here in Sheffield - which is officially the greenest city in Great Britain. More trees per head of population here than any other place.

A ten minute walk down the valley from our house brings you to our much-loved Endcliffe Park. Every June, a travelling fair sets up in the park with rides and colours and lights and stalls. I guess it's about two things - bringing fun to local residents and bringing money to the fairground people. A week from now, they'll be gone - off to some other northern city.

Today, Frances and Stew took our darling granddaughters down to the fair. At two years old, it was the first proper fair that wee Margot had ever attended. See her at the top with her big sister in a red aeroplane (American: airplane) and below she's driving a bus which is apparently heading to Manchester. Her favourite children's song is "The Wheels on the Bus" so to be actually driving a bus must have been close to ecstasy for the girl.

Last Sunday afternoon, I made a point of visiting another local park - Whirlowbrook Park. For the last three summers, regular "folk" concerts have been held there to raise money for the volunteers who created a community group called "The Friends of Whirlowbrook Park". These good people have done a lot of great work to maintain and improve the park. I guess that if I were a "joining" kind of guy, I might have signed up  as a new "Friend".

As it happens I was there to see a real friend - my quizzing mate Mike who was performing under the gazebo with his two accomplices - Kiri the fiddle player and Jan the lead singer. They called themselves "Reclaimed" for the purposes of this concert. The circumstances made it difficult to snap a really good picture of Mike and this was the best that I could do:-
Fortunately, he really likes that image.

5 June 2026

Naughty

My mother was a great one for singing snatches of songs when she was in a light and happy mood. It is a trait that I confess I have inherited.

The songs that Mum tended to reference were from her pre-war youth here in South Yorkshire and also from World War II itself. How many times did I hear her launch into "The White Cliffs of Dover" in the kitchen? It's a song that we had played over the crematorium sound system at her funeral in 2007. She would have approved of that.

In her prime, she had a strong and tuneful voice. When you have a voice like hers, it is as if you are in possession of a special musical instrument that might crack or wither if you forgot to practise playing it every few days.

This week I found myself singing one of Mum's favourite songs. I had not thought about it in years. It was a music hall song and a little mischievous. It first saw the light of day in 1913, eight years before Mum was even born. I believe it speaks of more innocent times. It is unlikely that Kendrick Lamar or Stormzy would or could ever record a similar song in this current decade.

It's "Hold Your Hand Out You Naughty Boy!"by the Manchester songwriter Charles William Murphy. This is the first verse with the chorus, followed by a rendition I found on YouTube...

At the club one evening Jones was telling all his pals
How much he hated girls, despised their golden curls
"You wouldn't catch me with a girl, you bet your life!" said he
"Girls possess no charm for me!"
Then one chap there at Jones began to leer
Picked up his cane and said to him "Come here..."

[Chorus]
"...hold your hand out naughty boy
Hold your hand out naughty boy
Last night in the pale moonlight
I saw you
With a nice girl in the park you were strolling full of joy
And you told her you'd never kissed a girl before
Hold your hand out naughty boy!"

So yes, for the past few days this song has become my latest earworm. Charles William Murphy wrote several other popular songs before dying at the tender age of forty three. His repertoire included, "My Girl's A Yorkshire Girl" and "She's a Lassie from Lancashire". A lot of his songs formed the soundtrack to World War One - sung in the trenches in the mud and blood and raining missiles.

4 June 2026

Quiztime

Seasons come and seasons go but "Quiztime" goes on forever. Welcome you lucky quizzers to the latest episode of "Quiztime" with your genial host.... Please put your hands together for Quizzy McQuizface! (Sound of raucous applause and whooping). Today's quiz concerns mountains - an ever popular subject with quizzers everywhere. As usual the answers will appear  down in the comments section.

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1) This is the tallest mountain in Great Britain but what is it called?

(a) Ben Hur (b) Ben Stiller
(c) Ben Nevis (d) Ben Down

2) The tallest "mountain" or hill in Denmark is called Møllehøj but how tall is it in metres?


(a) 17.86 metres (b) 170.86 metres
(c) 7,860 metres (a) 17,086 metres


3) This is the tallest mountain in Africa but what is its name?

(a) Mount Kenya (b) Mount Zimbabwe
(c) The Atlas Mountain (d) Mount Kilimanjaro

4) The tallest mountain in New Zealand is called Aoraki in the Maori language but what is its European name?
(a) Mount Cook (b) Mount Christchurch
(c) Mount Kiwi (d) Mount Victoria

5) On which mountain in modern-day Turkey is it said that Noah's ark came to rest in The Bible?
a) Mount Sinai (b) Mount Ararat
(c) Mount of Olives (d) Mount Tabor

6) What is the second tallest mountain in the world?
(a) K9 (b) K1 (c) K2 (d) Kangchenjunga

7) This iconic mountain is in Japan but what is it called?
(a) Mount Nintendo (b) Mount Hokkaido
(c) Mount Sumo (d) Mount Fuji

8) 
What was the title of the 2003 epic period war drama film written and directed by Anthony Minghella? It starred Nicole Kidman, Jude Law and Renée Zellweger.
(a) Brokeback Mountain (b) Gold Mountain
(c) Cold Mountain (d) My Side of the Mountain

9) Who originally had a hit with the song, "River Deep Mountain High" in 1966?
(a) Ike and Tina Turner (b) The Four Tops
(c) The Supremes (d) Deep Purple

10)  This famous mountain is in The Swiss Alps but what is it called?
(a) Mont Blanc (b) Monte Rosa
(c) Weisshorn (d) Matterhorn

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That's all folks! How did you do?

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