Living in America too

Living in America Too. Oddities spotted along the way, and often I think, a display of my ignorance. You will probably enjoy this further glance into our life in Green Bay WI.  Oh yes, and a trip round my mother’s garden back home in Scarborough, Great Britain.

Do forgive my silly approach.

Let’s start with Yard work (that’s gardening to you Brits).

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I made this work table myself.

I love Heidi’s Wood-burner and was real pleased when Dale and Lynn brought us along another stack of logs.

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It might be a bit summery for lots of firelit evenings, but I do get to have a fire sometimes when the weather changes. While clearing out the garage I came across this pile of birch bark, and it crackles lovely.

Of course, hung up in the garage is all the flax, grown to turn to linen to weave to cloth.

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While rummaging about in the garage or basement you do find some strange things.

I don’t quite understand the approach to recycling here.

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There’s at least one thing me and Elvis Costello agree on.

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It has been a good year for the roses.

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And for hedges.

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Not sure what they are, but they are beautiful.

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“What’s that?” – “Ah they are Physiocarpus and Spirea.”

(Notice I am trying to coppice them, so they gradually intertwine. In a couple of years they will be a hedge.)

We bought some fairly expensive shrubs (Aren’t they always).

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And found some old seeds in the garage.

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Some might work.

We thought, lets feed the birds

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And the birds are like, ‘Why didn’t you get one of these in the winter when we really needed it!’

This feller is waiting for me to clear the bed around the now planted shrubs.

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Oh god look, across the street! It’s bin day!

Dwayne and Dian brought us these lovely flowers.

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They brought them along on memorial day, to recall those who fell and those who came back broken.

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This next feller has a tale to tell.

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And see, I did get the shrubs in.

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I told a friend about the above over the phone and I said it was a dwarf spruce in a weeping willy style. I don’t think I got that quite right.

(It looks like a bird’s nest by it’s finished btw)

This next little buddy will grow a bit taller so she will be hiding the gas meter.

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And I am very pleased with my new toy. There is a lot to catch up on, don’t even get me started on buckthorn, so this is a way to catch up. I am hoping, once I am fitter that I can do most by hand. For now though, lets get radical.

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In my sexy boots

And no I am not having a wee in this one.

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I am going to need a big shovel.

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Back to that hedge.

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Shrubs to plant.

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The rhubarb plant cost a small fortune but I feel I have done a good job of protecting it with potting soil, the a topping of cardboard covered in a home made mulch.

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Same with the raspberry canes. they are out the back so didn’t need the fancy mulch stuff. And the rhubarb will serve as ground cover and the leaves as green manure.

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They are supposed to be late fall rasps but they have flowers on already.

Some days you really need to water, and others not so

We didn’t water this day.

The weather is changeable here in America, well OK I only really know about Green Bay. There might be a hint in the name though.

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Now other people’s outdoor shots that have caught my eye.

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This wonderful Norwegian stave church was captured by Rune Lyseth.

I am not sure where I got this beautiful image from. If you let me know I will be grateful.

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I don’t know where I half-inched this next one from either but it is of Njardarheimr Viking Town in Gudvangen, Norway and I feel homesick.

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(I guess Green Bay is my home and my other homes are Scarborough and the home of my chieftain.)

Now come with us now on a walk to the hardware store (among other places).

I think we passed this house with a tower at just the right time, while all the folks with bows and arrows were on a meal break.

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Then just down the road was an example of unrestrained novelty gardening.

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The two big deep-voiced brusque blokes were huddled on the stoop deep in planning. “Do you think we should get another pink flamingo?” “Ah yeah, you can never have enough pink flamingos.”  There is a lesson in life to be learned here.

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We window shopped.

Then I got lost

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The we passed the Hydrant Pizza place.

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Hydrant Pizza!

Come on, you can think of a better name than that. It is hardly appetising is it! And how are people going to find you? Where is that place? Oh it is by the hydrant.

If you need water to fill your hose there is a river nearby (I think it’s the Fox). It currently is in full spate. Spate is a thing you ever in fully, never in a mild spate.

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As for this tree stump

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I just like this tree stump. I have nothing to complain about it at all.

Now here is something I am very happy about. Tea grown in Yorkshire.

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Yorkshire Tea

And no, you don’t ever have cream in tea.

These I was intrigued by.

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(Crackers)

It just doesn’t ring right. either it should be animal crackers or the crackers should be in brackets. Crackers!

Then to my horror I opened them. I had my cheese and chutney ready and my marmite. I was hanging back slightly though because I have noticed very small seashells to throw in your soup being called crackers, so they might not be big enough for my chunks of cheese.

I had after all  heard the song; Animal Crackers in my soup.

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Wild

After asking which animal was which I realised the great bounty I had discovered. I had to put away the cheese and chutney, for these were biscuits! Proper biscuits, like what we get in Britain. Not weird bread you put white sauce on and call it gravy. These were like Edinburgh shortcake. Wow I will be finding custard creams next.

We nearly went in here, for the free gifts.it is impolite to say toilet paper here, so people say TP.  Oh I said it.

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It is wrong to say toilet, but it is OK to say back-side. I am learning, I am learning.

I am not sure saying, you are going to need toilet roll, is a good way to advertise your food outlet.

We passed a jewellery store but I don’t think the decorations outside gave the right level of sophistication.

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Plastic beads instore perhaps.

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I don’t understand how making your religion part of your business sign helps keep the jobs coming in. Might other faiths be put off? And isn’t the main point good roofs?

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The above reminds me of all the businesses in Britain who, as soon as we left Europe, put out England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Island flags. Less than thirty per cent of the voting public voted for it. Don’t they want those people in their pubs and cafes?

Rant over. (Rant one)

I didn’t understand this little garden ornament I saw for sale.

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See nothing, Say nothing and Hear nothing. Or is the middle one Smell nothing?

What so everybody stops? I was stood here for ages.

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Heidi was calling and calling for me to come on, but it said stop.

I told my pal Rob that he was welcome anytime.

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When he heard about Gus’s Gun Bar he said he was bringing all the lads. Having eight pints of beer and then being able to buy an automatic rifle was their idea of a great night out.

(BTW I am thinking of going in this place and criticising their use of apostrophes, what do you think?)

Maybe I should just have a drink of water instead.

Is this outside the Waterpump Pizza place?

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On our way to the hardware store I noticed this.

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On our very first ‘almost’ date I walked Heidi into this. We made it to the store this time.

Now, I get very cross about the fact that it is called Martin Hardware, when it should be called Martin’s Hardware,  but they do have a very nice little history section.

And as for Hardees.

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Come on, are they charred or boiled??

Drainpipes aren’t the same here. They don’t go into the drains. so maybe they aren’t called drainpipes. Lawn waterers or something. I dunno. I do think this is a good use of an old paddling pool (there is one in the garage so I am wondering about digging a big hole).

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We could get frogs. Maybe otters?

While we are on this walk to the hardware store I was wondering if we should get some vodka? For her.

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At first glance she might not look thirsty, but she does come as part of a set.

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Cone-cat survives the raccoon attack.

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“Soon as I get this thing off I am sneaking back out there.” Mr Stumpy considers revenge.

But he does have delicate moments, he is seeking a lot of fuss and support.

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Egbert is happy some of the time. Eggroll! Eggroll!

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Or is he just trying to escape from Bumper-cone?

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He has started using it as a battering ram to move everyone out of his way.

Did I mention revenge?

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(We let him out of his cone for five minutes and he is ready to kill.)

His ‘girlfriend’ Giffa sometimes has to get away from him.

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She stays away from him for a very long time.

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Viking Section

Not sure where I got this pic (So am happy for comments and corrections) but I like these hog back stones.

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The ones in the Yorkshire Museum in Museum Gardens in York are described as burial stones, but I don’t think so. Tell me if I am wrong but I reckon no bodies have ever been found under them; so they are memorial stones.

I will take advice on these too.

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Can I cook them or burn them or anything?

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That’s it for Vikings in this edition.

Artwork

Heidi’s late husband Arnold designed this t shirt (and the album cover too) and I thought a few of you might have heard of the band.

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That’s all the art I have for you this time.

Oh no hang on. I just spotted this amazing piece of art of a hero of mine. Such feeling and character. I hope my wonderful friend Linda doesn’t mind me sharing her joyful skill.

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by Linda Hunter

Now artwork from the family in the Zoom family quiz. We had to recreate some classic pieces of work with only as few minutes to see it and then sort it.

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I pinched this one too.

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Before the distasteful pictures of chicken’s feet etc here is a feature from Scarborough, Yorkshire, Great Britain.

No, before the garden, here are a couple of old family photos. Carefully preserved by my sister.

My Mum and Dad and Ginny my sister. Circa 1957.

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From around the same period, four generations of women. Toddler, (Ginny), mother (Connie), Nana, (Mary) and my great grandmother.

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(Oh yes and a duck.)

My Mum’s Garden

Ah, but first here is a pic I got from the Facebook page I Love Scarborough of way back when a whole hotel fell into the sea.

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Stories are that they knew there might be subsidence so they charged the guests at supper time. Other’s say that guests were eating breakfast and were told the hotel was actually moving and people sat and finished their black pudding and beans etc before running for their lives.

A guy who used to drive me to the hospital told me he worked there and it wasn’t erosion from the sea it was subsidence from above. The beck or stream or creek had been built over and the water went down into the lime stone and eroded it from under the hotel.

Anyway my mum’s beautiful garden which looks up at the castle above.

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I think there is a glimpse of the castle up at the top. There’s my mum’s palm tree behind her roses. This is the top rank and then there is grassland, then woodland, then the castle.

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I am most pleased to see the marigold, I put seeds all over that wild banking and at least this one came up.

Note the bunting all over the gooseberry bushes, this is to keep the birds off the fruit.

These lilies were kindly planted in memorial for my father.

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We get more every year.

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This next plant is doing very well, and I don’t think mum is very pleased about it. It started off as a tiny rock plant when I bought it (For less than a pound.) and it turned into a monster.

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I think we are indoors for this beauty.

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This next one is adorable.

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As is the whole garden (Well done Heidi Two, er I mean Kirsten. Mum gets their names muddled up all the time.) A great job Kirsten.

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And this amazing shot from the Facebook page I Love Scarborough this amazing shot of just along the road from mum’s. the boat is just off shore from fifteen minutes walk away.

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I think this was taken in Scarborough. this is an example of taking social distancing too far. You could never hit the pan standing that far away.

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Below this link – The final section; the food section, perhaps needs to come with a warning. I’ve been trying some horrid food!

For the first edition in the series click here Living in America

Now I am hoping this is just what I’ve been looking for. Back home in the UK I love a Chinese curry sauce. They come under the extras list, and my go to dish is crispy duck with fried rice.

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The hot takeaway deli had some great food, I wasn’t too sure about this ‘ocean going fish’ but I had to try it. It wasn’t worth five dollars.

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We also got these ‘cute’ ready to eat fish in a basket.

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Now what do we have here?

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Talk about feeding the two thousand.

Then on to the wonderful Mexican store, great stuff and real friendly.

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These are caught in droplets and flash frozen. Well that is what I am guessing.

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At last I found baked beans. It was a Pick and Save I think. Look what was in them.

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We had this given by a first nation hunter girl and are unsure what to do with it; it is bear fat.

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(I wondered if it could be used in anything Viking related?)

Have a look on YouTube for Cooking with Lu for some really great recipes; especially Chinese and Mexican related foods.

This is my attempt at her wonderful Crispy Beef recipe.

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I told you about horror food.

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Yes it is chicken’s feet.

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Who star in their own adult themed monster movie.

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And to finish, it is the turn for dogs. I am not sure if I should include this pic. It is the stuff of nightmares. I stole it, I think from Chloe and it is the dog toy to end all dog toys.

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For the first edition in the series click here Living in America

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The Day it Rained Inside the Bus, by Adra

The Day it Rained Inside the Bus, by Adra 

We went to my favourite place; Peaseholme Glen with its little path down the hill. The squirrels follow you as you walk alongside the narrow rushing stream. The statues along the way make you stop and look, but you soon want to move on again because of the sound of the next of the mini-waterfalls. There are a couple of dozen of them. You want to rush from one to the other.
Now, I had heard from many people that there were fairy’s living among the trees. They come here to watch the water sparkle and to hear the children giggle. I had heard this, but I wasn’t sure I believed it. Until the day I saw one. My little visitor heard my talk of them and she ran ahead. Now this is the little girl who when she hears that I am a storyteller she wants to tell me all her stories, but I am not sure she believed me.

Whenever we saw a fairy she was nowhere in sight. Yes, we saw a fairy. Off my little friend would run, and as we tried to catch up there would suddenly be a tiny voice from within the woodland. It was a fairy. Then a few trees ahead along the way my little friend would pop out from the trees and we would tell her about the fairy voice. Off she would run calling out she thought she had heard another one. We chased after her. We didn’t see her, we saw a fairy. Skipping about among the twiglets to the side, dancing and fluttering. Then, sure enough a few saplings ahead out popped little E, “Did you see the fairy?”
This happened all the magical way down the twisting, winding, enchanting pathway.
We came out of the glen, into the park. Normally it is a really really good park, with lots to see. Everyone wants to sit and see. We couldn’t see. It rained so hard that our eyes were inside waterfalls. Our shoes filled. We felt our way up the wide steps to the café, all we could do was have a hot chocolate. If we sat in the warm with a hot chocolate covered in whipped cream, marshmallows and sprinkles we could look out of the window and wait till we saw it stop. It didn’t stop. It rained all day. We couldn’t see out of the window and they announced that they were due to close. We had to go.
We managed to find our way out of the park to the far end of town. We were a long way from anything. Then a bus came. We got on. Now this is a special bus, it is open-topped. People climb up the stairs all excited and sit on the very top to look out and get excited. We didn’t. We were the only people on the bus and we went into the lower deck and were glad to get out of the rain. It rained inside the bus.
The rain was so heavy it was coming on through the seam. In through the ceiling. In through the windows. It concentrated itself into fine thin heavy lines of twisted waterfalls and pointed itself right at you. One stream down a leg, one stream down you neck and one in your eye. The little girl looked up (a bad mistake) and she said, “When we get there can we go on the beach?”

We could not go on the beach. We could not see the beach. So we promised that we could go in the amusements. There are amusement arcades all along the front in ‘sunny’ Scarborough.

We got off the bus. We went to my mum’s. We got dry as best we could. E had more hot chocolate and then it was suggested that it was time to go to the beach. No, we had to explain it wasn’t going to be a beach day.

We went out anyway. I hung back. I let them get ahead and I went in a gift shop.
Then I rushed along and caught them up, just as they went in a big door. It was a large way into a noisy room full of flashing lights. We went to a machine which gives change.

We got two Ps. There were the push a penny games. Big games. You climb up on to a standing step and you pick which slot to put your penny on. You think about when and then, you let it go.
Now some of these have plastic toys in them. Key rings and little creatures from the films. They are supposed to come out with your winnings, they never do. You might see them getting a little nearer the winner’s slot though. That is enough to get you all excited and you put more money in. You get a whole bowl of money from the ‘free two P’ machine and pretty soon you are asking for more.
It does pay out though, clunk clunk clunk, and if you are very very lucky, clunk.
This little girl got lots more winnings than that. Every time there was a clunk the pay out slot was filled with a handful of seashells. They were not on display anywhere and grandma seemed to point the other way for a second as the winning come in. The little girl looked where she pointed and there was nothing, but she had heard the clunk, she looked down. In the winning slot, along with a few pennies, was a handful of beautiful shells. They were all different colours.

We went from arcade to arcade. In everyone, as well as the penny winnings, there they were again, they were all paying out the same. By the time we left the sea front she had a whole bag of beautiful shells. They were just like the ones you see in the gift shops.

We timed it right and got the bus to town. There was plenty of time before the train. So we took the little girl who’s shoes were full of rain into a local café. We had as many burgers and hot dogs as you would like to imagine. We had more hot chocolate of course then fruit pie and ice cream; lashings of ice cream.
Then the little girl said, “Sometimes,” she stared out the window when she spoke, “Sometimes, when I am disappointed, I get a bit naughty. This was a very wet day and I didn’t get to go onto the beach. There will be other days though and we will be in the sun”
We went to the station. I stood on the platform and waved. I will never ever forget the day it rained inside the bus.

Adrian Spendlow

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Setting Out from Heidi’s

Setting out from Heidi’s – some of our travels in America

Alright, this one is ridiculous…

I was fascinated by a mid west wedding…

They just fell out of the pack that way, honest. So, in Britain we have sweets and chocolate, is that right? And in the US they have candy. Plus! They sell bags especially for Halloween, how about that! We call them bite size.

Bring back Marathons I say.

Now back to halloween, or should I say Hallowe’en?

The above was part of the display at Sons of Norway, Green Bay (mostly daughters).

Dwayne and I went in the Goodwill Store (Charity shop)..

They say everything is bigger in america, it is definitely true abput the charity goods stores…

Oh, and here are model ships in Scarborough, Yorkshire – in a much smaller store…

I thought this tree was beautiful…

The amazing Scandinavian festival in Minot, North Dakota where I met the rope making team…

I was quite taken with the town of Scales Mound. We were on our way with Nathan, Heidi’s cousin to her aunt’s funeral and suddenly realised we were where her auction house was. This is where Heidi and Arnold got married and as well as an auction house it is an opera house. Now don’t ask me why, but as much as I loved Scales Mound, it also reminded me of the Q continuum in New Generation Star Trek…

Ah, here is, the auction house itself – Dr Woodchucks…

We went to Johnny Pamcakes while in Rockford, but mainly because Mark wanted to look at the Harleys…

There were bus journeys through the wild…

Cold stuff…

Alien abduction during my time at Pepper GB, WI, USA…

OK, back in Scarborough we don’t get the huge amounts of snow, but we do get heavy rain….

Mum has been helping prepare for the wedding. the theme will be quaint and quirky British history. Heidi wants to wear jet, aint none o this jet I don’t think, but there is some beautiful stuff here….

We have gift shops here in Scarborough.

And clearly we do get the sun.

Here is where the evening wedding is…

Sigrun Design…

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Wintering in Scarborough

Wintering in Scarborough – A series of short films…

Scarborough Seafront

Scarborough Sparrows

Ship Storage

Scarborough Steps

Scarborough Apples (I filmed this one for Dwayne)

The Passionomiter

A wander down Scarborough Shops along Eastborough (I filmed this for mum because she cant get up there and she likes to know about what is gone and what is new)

Next I think I will film possible wedding venues for the British wedding.

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The Smallest Museum

The Smallest Museum

I spotted this tiny museum in a converted phone box just up the lane from my mother’s house in Scarborough, North Yorkshire and made a little film of it for her (I’ve tagged a bit of footage of her garden on the bottom too).

And a snippet of Mum’s garden

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National Railway Museum Pictures

National Railway Museum Pictures – City of York, Great Britain

Not a clever blog or anything just things that caught me eye…

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The M word
parcel bike
All wrapped with somewhere to go
urinal
Gents
baskets
Wicker
package van
Lost Properly
60 engine
Little Steamer
scales
Weigh Hey
midland
Insignia
cases
Holiday Club
thomas
Thomas’ Pals
bullet display
Journey to Japan
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Bullet Food
dining
Fine Dining
no idlers
No Idlers in these Closets

Section Two – The World in Miniature..

tree hill
Watching
amazed
The Watcher
industrial line
Industrial Line
wizzing past warehouse
Wizzing Past a Warehouse
swan way
Swan Way
coal depo
Steam Source
wold cutting
Wold Cutting
up on the fells
Up on the Fells
level
On the Level
platform 1
One Call or Two
livestock
Livestock and Gas

And a bonus section entitled…

Scarboroh Harborough

dry dock
Fixer-upper
low tide
Lowering Tide
yacht repairs
Wacht a Yacht
crab pots
Pots

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Four For The Sea – Adrian At Art Class

Four For The Sea – Adrian At Art Class

All excited about getting along to these new arts classes – Art and Afternoon Tea, The Coffee Beans Cafe, Scarborough – I dreamed up the idea of four pictures that become one.

I had been looking at models of rows of cottage smade out of blocks of wood in arty shops. I decided to walk and think. The way to the Coffee Beans is along North Bay, so my windy walk showe dme the castle upon th ecliffs, the high rows of holiday buildingd and a woild sea.

I also watche dwith joy at the way a seagul holds it’s winds when landing, especially in an updrafting breeze.

I had planned to ask to work in pencil and watercolour then suddenly came up with the idea of separate pictures onth epne page, positioned in such a way that the viewer has to fill inthe gaps; let you do some of th ework for  achange.

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sea four wharfe
sea four houses
sea four castle
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Four images of the sea – oh and a cloud.Art and Afternoon Tea is just that. It promotes well-being and supplies material while being willing to work with different ways of experiementing all around the table. One can book in week by week too without having to commit to a full season.

I would say that Sarah’s classes in the Coffee Beans in Scarborough, North Yorkshire is worth travelling to but that would be without the afternoon tea. Include that and you have to come! At £9 per session just supplying materials would be marvellous, but a coffee, a cream tea, sandwiches and a cake make it a miracle in a pinny.

The taster session is only a fiver!

Not only that it is set on this bistro cafe where the food is second to none in the area. Go for a meal or a cake and ask about these sessions while you are there.

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rough sea plans

(Mine’s a merlot)And a link to the Seahouses images

Plus my very first arts classes

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I saw a Spectre, it will see me later

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I saw a spectre, no a person, not a ghost, it was a man in a hat. None of that covers it. Something was wrong. I sought advice.

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I nipped across the road to my pals Julie and Arthur (those of Carowagon fame).

“I think I may have seen your ghost,” I said.

Julie had earlier sent me some footage which was inexplicable. A view from the skylight shows the tall Dog and Duck steps next to our house. There are two mysterious figures on the steps; the lower figure looks like some sort of priest and the one higher up and above our house appears to be a boy. Both are in black and white and seem quite old fashioned. They look real enough but why on earth are they dressed like a century or so ago, especially so early on a morning.

My sighting had come a few weeks after seeing the footage. I had awoken very early and been unable to settle so eventually had decided to get up and take a walk.

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I had turned right on Quay Street which is parallel to the seafront and passed Arthur’s and then left through a cobbled lane towards North Wharfe.

I stood looking at the lights of the boats for a while and then wandered to opposite the way through towards the end of Quay Street, (yes this was a short walk, as I was getting hungry), my plan being to turn right and head home. Before I could turn I noticed a figure passing me heading towards the seafront. I would have noticed him anyway as there was no one else about but he seemed to be suddenly there.

I was halfway up the short street and there he was to my left, I hadn’t noticed him coming out of the carpark or down Long Greece Steps to the side of the car park. So I looked at him in surprise. He looked back in the same way. I looked away and looked back, he did so a couple of times. It was as if we were both thinking, ‘where did you come from and don’t you look strange.’

Later that day I went into more detail during my visit to Julie and Arthur. Why I had said I thought I had seen ‘Julie’s’ ghost was that he was dressed very similar to the boy in the footage. That was why I had looked at him, he was out of place. I hadn’t felt like I was seeing a ghost, it seemed like a man, yet I felt that something was wrong.

Partly that was the way he was dressed; tight black trousers, (although, unlike the boy figure, his were full length), boots, a long jacket with many buttons up to the neck, a white ruff or frilled shirt and to top it all off I could just say a black flat cap but it was very large; too large.

Now he could have been in a period drama – but at half past six in the morning.

It was at this point that Julie pointed out that the footage of the other out of place figures was filmed at around the same time of a morning.

Arthur asked me how old I thought he was and I said about fifty or perhaps a little less and that he had large round glasses and a moustache but that his face and all these features were quite grey.

I realised that seemed strange as he seemed like a real man. Arthur looked up at this and said perhaps it was a timeslip. It would make perfect sense that this was so, as if 2017 and (let us say) 1917 had interlinked for a while. This would certainly make sense of the mutual surprise and confusion.

It was a couple of days later that I awoke early again; this time with a start, a sudden thought: it was a timeslip but not to the past.

I leapt out of the bed, dressed, and hurried out the door – yes, at that point I was hunting my portal to the future. I was looking for a visitor from the future; one who thought he blended in.

There was something I hadn’t told Julie and Arthur the earlier evening; I had doubled back. On that first morning after the guy had passed I had rushed down Quay Street and taken a right up one of the cobbled alleys, back to the seafront. There he was.

He rushed up to the edge of the wharfe, held up a device, and moved on.

It looked like a phone, but didn’t have a screen and he didn’t seem to need to look through it. He moved a little way along and took a picture of Vincent Pier and its lighthouse, turned snapped the novelty shop and headed to East Pier and the Toll Gate, snapping systematically as he went. I left.

On that second early morning expedition I was intending to catch a record keeper from the future who was dressed inappropriately.

For this was my thinking now, our visitor had dressed in such a way as to blend in but had got it wrong by about 80 to a 100 years.

So it was that I dashed out of the house, but I bumped into another neighbour who was out walking her dogs. We chatted for a while, about my blog, and then I headed off up Quay Street. I got a glimpse of a group of people crossing the end from near the car park and they all seemed to be wearing something red.

They have adapted, they have seen a man from this time period and have emulated his look to blend in.

It is my intention to get up early tomorrow and head to the end of Quay Street and the access road from the car park. I fully expect to see several adults and teenagers wearing blue and white Converse, black jeans, a red and white shirt, a blue jerkin and a flat cap.

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Ade’s Scarborough Business Review 01 – Mutiny on the Lancaster – It’s a Bounty

Ade’s Scarborough Business Review 01 – Mutiny on the Lancaster – It’s a Bounty

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Rebel is the message; go rebel. No longer follow a captain be as the crew be – So how did the long lost Lancaster show up in its new form?

Mutiny from the usual on Scarborough seafront? No, even further than that, this is a leader – sailing us into a new Sandside. This is not a seaside amusements place.

We come here for (reasonably) sophisticated dining. We already have Golden Grid (Second best chowder to the Blue Crush, North Bay), Anton’s (Best use of a defunct chapel), Pizza-something and Ask any pizza to go (Don’t plug international chains or you are a sell-out not a respected reviewer).

This is the end.

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The ‘in’ end. Well it is since this Bar and Kitchen came here. By you have read this review; a dozen other ‘Kitchens’ will have opened, Ivy House will be renamed as one, West Pier, North Wharfe and every available lobster pot clockwise will be setting out tables in the sun.

Remember: all cos of Mutiny.

Because of their still sticky varnish.

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So, what do I think of the place?

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It hangs out; it is OK (despite my horror at no hanged captain anywhere). It is basic, it is spacious, there could be a bar sign image in the space provided above the door in the original architecture, there could be a little more finish to the hand-crafted surfaces, the only place they could possibly learn from is ‘Eat Me’ (that’s a compliment!), but the space works.

It is wide open and varnished, no sorry woody. Atmosphere is everywhere and I am working my way through the food flip chart. Not enough ‘by the sea’, not enough ‘mutiny’ on the menu – but from breakies to big party buffets it is quality – quality.

I will not rebel.

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Click here for – Folk History of Quay Street, Scarborough

Click here for – Pied Piper of Scarborough as performed as Rollercoastival

Click here for – Hobb the Ploughboy as performed at Scarborough Fossil Festival

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Bits

I am fed up that everything I tile is collected by auto-chicken.

I realise now that my mistake was probably that I tried to type auto-check instead of auto-collect.

But it has been collected.

There is obviously a fault. At least with the auto-correct but possibly worse than that. So while we are stuck here I might as well carry on.

There’s the joke of the year from Edinburgh Fringe by Ken Cheng,  “I’m not a fan of the new pound coin, but then again, I hate all change.”

Well, things were different before the changes.

A previous year Tim Vine won with “I sold my vacuum cleaner, well it was just gathering dust.”

My son in law Spee tells me that Norwegian ships have a bar code on the side so they can Scandinavian.

On to my new look with the curls.

Now that it has grown back the way it has I don’t remember what my hair was like before I had radiotherapy, but I am sure it didn’t make mature women giggle like girls.

One Direction, they went their separate ways.

Away from humour and on to poetry with this corker from Ralph Bear (thank you ever so)

For Adrian

Me pen and paper

Me sword in hand

Me march off to unknown lands

Me get me got

Godspeed I trot

Me pen and paper

Me sword in hand

                        Ralph Bear

Here’s my big lad who has hit the big time…

This popped up again recently, created by Olivia Jayne Newton. As a promotion for the first ever stage production I’ve been in.

And my dream:

I dreamed that in the olden days what people who had excess limbs did is they joned the navy. Navy surgeons are renowned for cutting off limbs so sooner or later it is bound to happen. Neville had three legs so he joined up and a couple of years later there was an incident and sure enough the surgeon sawed one of his legs off. So he was able to come home with two.

When Mervin, (who had five arms) saw him returning looking so well balanced he too decided to go away to the navy. Eight years he was there, then sure enough there was an incident and they sawed off one of his arms. Trouble was, they sawed off the right arm, which was the only one he had at that side and left the other four he had on the left side as they were.

There is a moral to this story, or at least there was a moral to it in the dream.

NASA announced lately that they had discovered a planet that could harbour life, but it couldn’t be guarenteed that there was intelligent life there; of course there is, who do they think built the harbour.

I blogged a collection of poetry recently.

On the 27th of October I shall be performing in Scarborough Art Gallery Hobb the Night Guard and the amazement of museums. Here is Hobb’s recent stories for the Fossil Festival.

Viking Comic Inc rereleases include Oski and the Amulet, The Hammer Flies and the Greek myth of Zeus and Typhon.

There’s my travelogue of Denmark.

Turning Points in Life’s Journey.

My multi-national performances in Gudvangen, Norway; Viking Sagas in a Nutshell.

An dof course my very popular Cancer Care Capers.

For any of you who haven’t heard, I was given the all clear last week.

Feedback on my Discworld Blog;

“And, oh my! what a joy to receive your narrative on and your utterly delightful drawings of the most marvellous place to be in in the entire Multiverse.  (Tho’ I can’t help thinking your portrait of C.M.O.T. Dibbler is just a little too flattering; “unsavoury”, after all, is not just a word that applies literally to his wares, it also applies metaphorically to his person.)” Julie Speedie

Discworld blog

And here is the last magazine type blog I did…

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