h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It looks as though I may be treading the boards again after all these years. The theatre group my EGD is in are putting together a cast of older people to put on 'Dad's Army', next year. The Son has suggested he and I audition for it and we have been told that blokes are in such short supply that we are sure to get in. We all went to see the EDG in Cinderella last Saturday and after the show they asked for men to audition for Dad's Army so The Son volunteered us both. We go up for it after Christmas and the show goes on in the summer.
We are just about ready for The Day. We only have to get in the fresh stuff. All the pressies are wrapped and cards sent. I am so looking forward to it. I have ordered a huge bunch of roses from David Austin to be sent to The Boss next week to celebrate her first Christmas out of hospital for two years..
We have been geting out and about such a lot. Every opportunity we have (and as we are retired that is quite a lot) and we go to different beaches and watch the sea, or out on the moors and enjoy the silence. We have good weather most days. It is fairly cold but we do not have much rain and I have to water my new roses nearly every day to keep them fitty.
I don't know if anyone else is reading my journal now, but if they are I wish them all a peaceful and joyous Christmas, whatever faith, or no faith they have.

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Hi Kif,

Sounds like you and the 'Boss' are like new lovers again and that is pretty wonderfull aint it.

I think you have to go through the Mill a bit to appreciate what a marvellous place Planet Earth is. A few years ago me and my 'Boss', together with our faithfull Border Collie 'Ben' took a week away in a Honeymoon cottage, it was a converted Cow Barn on a redundant Estate Farm (beautifully converted) in the hills above Skipton, Yorkshire.

We were coming back from a food shopping trip on a main 'A' class road when I saw a Deer, don't know what type but fairly large galloping across open fields to my right, straight towards the high dry stone wall of the road and I was of course filled with apprehension (for the animal), and stopped. We watched in awe as the Deer sailed over the wall, touched down in the road, took a short pace and cleared the other side wall with hardly a break in rhythm, to gallop off into the woods, it was a glorious sunny day on a tree lined road with hardly any traffic and with Pachabel's Canon playing in the stereo. We call that tape our 'Winterburn tape' after the name of the place and whenever we play it we just sigh and dream, filling up inside. Couldn't do that again I don't think.

Haven't been too active lately online lately, get a bit of pain sometimes and it takes the edge off. But just reading about you and Mrs Kif gives the spirit a lift.

Thanks for the good wishes, please be assured that they are returned with a high rate of interest.

UG

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try this
it should take you to Mousehole Lights if it doesn't then I will take some pics just for you. let me know

Kif

forgot to say you may get page can't be found. if so click on the bit that says Nixons home page and you,ll find a link to Mousehole lights on that

Hello Quack,
when we get gifts like your sighting of the deer I think we realise how fortunate we are to be alive in spite of the aches and pains inflicted on us.
I was in Yorkshire many years ago at Wetherby. It was a naval on shore Ship. (I think it was H.M.S.Ceres, but my memory dims.) However I do remember how beautiful the place is. On pay days the girls from Leeds use to hang about outside the gates of the ship, we use to call them the 'Leeds Commandos' it was one of them that showed me how to be a man
I haven't been on hootoo a great deal lately because we have been so busy and I have my stuff from the open University and it is quite a bit of work. by a strange coincidence one of the pieces I had to study in the first module was Pachabel's Canon and I came to love it. Now when I play it I shall think of my mate Quack and his Boss

kif

Hi Kif

Glad you enjoyed the memory, don't forget that magnificent animal, nothing chasing it, just knew where it wanted to be and went there with gusto on a beautiful day.

H.M.S. Ceres, York Road, Wetherby, 1944 - 1958, disbanded and moved to Chatham, Kent. Prime function, supply and admin training. Sold off and became on of those evil places known as 'Borstals', nothing wrong with punishment but some of the 'teachers' were bigger perverts than the offenders. Think it's housing now ( most places are down there West/North Riding boundry area).

Hi Unigran

Just two old duffers chewing the fat but you're welcome if you can stand it.

Thanks, Triquack, don't mind if I do.

Do you come from Yorkshire then? (sorry, haven't been to your page, time a bit limited tonight)

My godmother - still alive and kicking at 90, God Bless her, lives in Harrogate, and I spent many holidays up there in my teens, trotting around the moors, Malham Tarn, Knaresborough, Mother Shiptons Caves, York City, Pateley Bridge etc. etc. Lovely area, would like to go back, but circumstances.............

You depict yourselves like the two comedic occupants of the "box" at the theatre where the Muppets played - Waldorf and Staedtler, wasn't it! I don't believe it of either of you. I depict you both as handsome young men simply discussing what you have read in the history books.......... I am presuming you are male, Triquack! I really must learn to look at peoples personal spaces before I jump in with both (arthritic) feet.



Take care, both of you, UG

is the race course still there? We lads use to be sent out running on the racecourse as part of the navy's'We're gonna see if we cankill you campaign?

Is Wetherby Racecourse still there Kif??, is it ever

http://www.wetherbyracing.co.uk/

Hope they didn't make you go 'over the sticks'..

It seems I may have usurped your thread, but my journal turned into a Circus. Don't worry, I'll get mine going again.

Quack

you are most welcome on my thread anytime. I like the company.Thanks for the link. I have some happy (but hazy0 memories of Wetherby. if I wasn't on board I was in Leeds getting sloshed, but i was only eoghteen

Cheers shipmate,

Had a long, long posting written for you and Unigran but I went looking for a link and this B(£"^&%*&amping thing dumped it

Been to a Concert AM, both Grand-daughters are into Dance and there was a 2 hour show, some big girls, some VERY big girls and loads of tots all doing their own thing to thunderous applause. It was wonderfull, but the way there was a torture, no car park, can't bear to move, can't re-do the post 'till the morrow.

and bed....

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Hi Kif and Unigran,

Back in the land of the alive and kicking, won't go into details, too boring. Sorry Gran, but you are totally wrong, at least about me, good looking yes, but long in the tooth (still have most), I'm afraid.

After I made the last posting I though 'whoa' that makes me sound like a pervert, I should point out that the age range of these (mostly) girls was from 4yrs to 4+decades, there were some very agile and good looking Grannies doing a tap routine from Cabaret.

As you say Kif, lads seem to be in short supply in Am-Dram, there was hardly any in this show, one lad in particular was very good, you could almost see him counting/timing his moves and he was spot on, he did a duo with the best of the girls based on 'money makes the World go around' and it was spectacular.

I'm as guilty as every other Male when it comes to this sort of thing, but don't you think it has something to do with the sort of shows some of the 'stuffy' lot want to put on, I'm fed up with seeing Wilde's The Importance of being (a prat).

Dad's Army sounds brilliant, I would be in on that for sure, the more cock ups the merrier, after all, that's what it was all about (the programme that is, the reality was far more deadly for Herr H.)

Thanks for the link to the lights Kif, some 30 odd years ago I had a workmate who booked the same two weeks leave every year to go to 'Mouzel' from Yorkshire, same Cottage, each year when he left he booked the next year in advance. The nearest I got was Combe St. Nicholas in Somerset, I went swimming in the Sea at Charmouth and ripped my shins to bits on the Rocks which were under the surface at mid-tide, end of South Coast Swimming for me. Toured around a bit but I think the nearest I got to you would be Exeter. I remember Perry's Cider Mill at Dawlish, rough stuff at fifteen bob a gallon (brought a fair bit of that back!!).

GRAN...Yorkshire!! I am not a native of Yorkshire but I consider myself a Yorkshireman, some people say that Yorkshire is God's own Country but then again Kif would say that about Cornwall, and why not?.

Thing is, some Counties have identities, most don't. I've lived and worked North, West and East Yorkshire but only visited the West side on occasions or holidays (what is known as West Yorkshire is in fact the lower half of the County, some is even known as South Yorkshire). The term Ridings comes from the Norse 'Thriding' (a third) - there never was a 'South Riding' until a drunken mis-conception formed the Boundry Commission.

I have always been interested to learn about the History of where I live but was astonished to find out how little I actually knew until a long time friend of ours decided to change her job.

She was a Practice Nurse in a local Surgery, a fair bit younger than us and our friendship came about by accident many years ago. My Boss and this lady used to have girls days out, just for a drive, a coffee and some 'girl talk', they went to an Information Centre on the Moors for a Coffee (a fairly large establishment) and she remarked to one of the staff who she knew that she would really love to work in a place like that, "funny you should say that" said the Lady, "a vacancy came up unexpectedly today"....... yes do panic.

I promised to prepare a Portfolio of facts to back up her application, and she got the job, I should say that after 35 years of Nursing she had said before that she was fed up with it. She is now a Senior Information assistant on a pre promotion training course.

It helped her and opened my eyes about the area - Iron smelting 300 years before the Romans on the North Yorkshire Moors??...yup!!

Evidence of farming going back 12,000 years, the retreat of the Ice Age Lakes, WOW!!.

Not in the National Park, but Earth 'Henges' which pre-date Stonehenge and (speculation) the Pyramids, all aligned to the belt of Orion the Constellation.

You shame me Kif, all my study has been Law and Electronics, pretty dry stuff eh!.

I'm getting into Open Uni first chance, as long as I can do (very) Ancient History without Field work.

Don't I meet some smashing folk on hootoo