As usual, the weather didn’t promise anything (more rain in other words) on Friday, and as we had our packing to do, we decided a hearty cooked breakfast in the restaurant was called for, followed by a walk around the holiday park and along the cliffs to the south. As it turned out, I didn’t really enjoy the breakfast, I tend to grill mine when I cook one, and it was far too fatty for my liking. K enjoyed hers though. We then set off along the road towards the pitch area for anyone staying in tents etc, or who bring their own towing caravans.
If any of my readers happened to be loitering around my blog during this last week or so, they might have been annoyed to see countless changes taking place right before their eyes. I’ve been vainly trying to find a new header and background for both of my ‘diary’ blogs over here and on Blogger. It hasn’t really been successful because I have arrived at the conclusion that I have set myself an impossible task. To try and find a header or background that illustrated me as a person and what I am all about, not easy when I am not sure who I am myself! I’m still not fully happy with the current choice. It does reflect one of my great passions of course, steam trains, and the very mysterious dark figure loitering at the kiosk hints at my love of mysteries.
There was an adult swim scheduled in the pool on camp at 9.00am, so K and I donned our cossies, rolled up our towels and trekked up to the entertainment centre. We were joined by several others as we patiently waited for the doors to open. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, we only needed our t-shirts on. (and trousers of course!) How I wished I have been positive and packed my sandals!
Taken on Sunday on our way down to town for our shopping. Sorry I haven’t been publishing any posts but I have been fairly busy with other things of late. Hope all of my readers are well and enjoying the late sunshine this September. (if you live in the UK that is.)
Heavy with fruit. Tree outside our flat.
Gorgeous juicy blackberries ready for picking.
An ‘off on my way to buy some food’ grin.
Purple in the Park.
Pretty in Pink.
Contrast amongst the flower beds.
Flower surrounded refuse bin.
Yesterday turned out to be one of those days again. Analysing its contents I realised that it was for the most part, centred around feet. It began with this Granny trying her best to cut her very long toe nails. Toe nails that have during the course of her sixty six years turned from ordinary toe nails to something akin to steel. Tried the nail cutters. No joy. Tried some scissors. They bent. Nearly went searching in desperation for a hacksaw. After resorting to using the very sharp (had horrible visions of being whisked off to hospital at this point with severed toe) kitchen scissors I somehow managed to make some headway and cut them shorter.
Yesterday we took advantage of the lovely warm weather to enjoy a meander down to town. We had some shopping to do, but we decided to take our time and journey to Tesco’s in a leisurely fashion, taking in the whole of the park as we did so. I happen to think that despite only being a very small town, we have one of the nicest parks in the whole of Calderdale. At its front entrance it has the main display area of gorgeous flower beds, all lovingly tended and cared for by the local authorities gardeners, and where, thanks to plenty of benches surrounding the display, you can wile away many an hour or two as long as the weather is kind.
On Saturday, we went on yet another walk along the canal. This walk had originally been planned to begin in Wellholme Park but as the Gala was to take place there it had to be changed at the last minute. We met up in the bus station and once everyone had arrived, we all piled into the cars for the short journey to where we were to begin the walk.