Milnthorpe revisited E-Book

Geoffrey Peyton

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Lebensstil
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Another trip up to the Lake District, and once again Milnthorpe makes pleasant walking for the Autumn fall. I visit Barrow-in-Furness to watch a game of football and generally do a lot of Autumn walking along the Bela and Kent rivers respectively.

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Geoffrey Peyton

Milnthorpe revisited

Lost in the darkness

To the good yokels of Milnthorpe, for who are always polite to us urban folk.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Milnthorpe revisited; lost in the darkness

 This is in the fourth time that I have escaped the realms of urban dilapidation to grace these ornate fells of this pleasant and small community, where the curtains are spread at dawn and one is enamoured by the divine panoramic vista. The autumn fall has passed its infancy and the trees are almost defoliant of their once graceful colours, calling for the emaciated forests to once again echo the winter with foiled laughter.

The chilled breeze wastes little time in its warning of the days, weeks and months ahead that we will have to endure until we can even envisage atoning liberal attire again. Instead we rely upon the tartan fleece, thick underwear, extra socks, a woolly hat and Bart Simpson mittens. All these I have at the ready for the autumn, winter and spring (I don’t really have Bart Simpson mitts), and it all starts here around the environs of Morecambe Bay.

Traditions must be kept, and Pam waking and up having a face that would grace the Hammer House of Horror is in tune with exactly that. I am in flippant mood and full of vigour and anticipation of my last seasonal outing of 2011. But could she break the traditional mode in actually not asking me to turn the car around whilst I am 80 miles northbound on the M6, all because she had forgotten her hair brush or something equally irrelevant.

As we settled comfortably in the Vauxhall Corsa, an 'Oh shit' reverberated around the inner upholstery. Pam had only forgotten to bring along the documents that hold the security code that we need to extract the front door key from a safe that is outside the cottage. Fortunately, had we made it all the way there without the necessities, I had stored the code in my head from May when we visited for the Cartmel race meeting, so we would not have been up the creek of shit as might have been if I didn’t have an oversized brain. And I will not have that nonsense that women have smaller brains than men, but there is of course the odd exception.

 Charnock & Richard Service Station has always been a magnet to us, and 13p change from a £20 note is well in with the trad. The lasagne was excellent I have to say, and Pam made her first joke of the day by remarking, “Is it as good as your lasagne?"

Oh the humour, honestly.

But I was not to be outdone by extortionatism in prices from any motorway service stop, so before we left I treated myself to 7 complimentary jams, 2 marmalades, a decent amount of condiment sachets, and 35 strips of sugar. So there, shove that up your arse Chas & Dick.

I only went and took the wrong exit off the M6, but I am not detailing too much of that error, as it is embarrassing considering it is the umpteenth time that I have been up to these shores. But the scenic route was delightful, of which I highly recommend if you ever happen to get lost yourself when you are up here in the Lakes.