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…

 

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.

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

 

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
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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 Harboroh

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

 

crab pots
Pots

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Four images of the sea – oh and a cloud.sea four propsea four wharfesea four housessea four castlesea four.jpgArt 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.

(Mine’s a merlot)sea fourrough sea plansAnd 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.

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

“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.

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.sandside map

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

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

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?carry boats 01

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.

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.coble cropped

Remember: all cos of Mutiny.

Because of their still sticky varnish.

So, what do I think of the place?cobbles.jpg

It hangs out; it is OK (despite my horror at no hanged captain anywhere).hung 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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