A wet walk along the canal.

Horses and Canal stitch

Yesterday, we set off with the heartbeat gang on a walk along the canal at Mirfield. Because of my illness and also the rotten weather, we haven’t been on one of these walks for ages, and it certainly showed! The others left us for standing, and as usual the weather spoiled itself by throwing it down! Luckily I had had the foresight to take my brolly along, as a second sense told me that as soon as he who is in charge of the weather knew I was out and about, he’d send the rain. Happens every time! (somebody up there doesn’t like me!)  Kerri fell further and further behind, but T said he would stay with her and encouraged me to catch up to the others but I couldn’t do it. 

We three turned around at the ford across the canal, and then slowly made our return. By this time, the rain cloud had disappeared, and the sun came out amongst the fluffy clouds. It was perfect apart from all the puddles and mud that was now adorning the towpath.  Nevertheless, it was lovely to be with the gang again, and we eventually arrived at one of our favourite lunch venues, the Railway Inn, where we enjoyed a very tasty lunch. I had a Turkey dinner and Kerri had a burger meal. All for £4.99 each.  We swilled that down with an Appletizer and Soda with ice. 

Some of our walking friends who live not far from us offered to give us a lift home which we very gratefully accepted.

Here are the pictures taken on our walk along the canal.  Hope that you enjoy them.

TG

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I should have stayed in bed.

 

She want’s to go to Halifax to sell some of her old DVD’s so that she can trade them for another. I’m not happy about going anywhere, but as usual I allow her to talk me into setting off to catch the bus. It’s already  beginning to spit with rain as we set off and I am sorely tempted to turn around and go back home.  Seeing as the bus is late at least we use our passes and by the time we reach town the rain is absolutely pouring down. Being ruled by the weather mood wise is one of my many Achilles heels. I can feel myself sinking into resentment and ill temper as we struggle to put the umbrella up and make our way through the puddles to the shop. She trades in her few wares but she hasn’t made enough vouchers and so I have to make up the difference by giving her money towards her longed for purchase.

As I wait outside the shop others quickly pass by clasping their umbrellas or huddled under hoods. No one is loitering, all are hurrying and scurrying past on their way to wherever they must be, dripping raincoats, scowling faces, black looks. I decide that my ordeal should be rewarded with a purchase for myself, a new pair of jeans from Bon Marche and maybe some new pyjamas, so when she emerges triumphant from the shop clutching her precious prize, we brave the wet cobbles and motor onwards and upwards to my chosen store. After finding some attractive pyjamas, we discover that they don’t have my size in my chosen jeans but hey! all is not lost as they have two pairs in stock in their Huddersfield branch! 

We decide to cock a snook at this ill fated day and continue onto Huddersfield. After all I reason to myself, it surely can’t get any worse can it? Arriving in the bus station, we see that the bus to Huddersfield is just pulling out of the stand, but he is having to wait to depart because other buses are in front of him. Looking like two demented idiots, we gesture and wave to attract the drivers attention, hoping that he will open the doors and let us on, but…… he casually ignores us and drives off.  Steam is literally coming out of my ears. We now have nine minutes to wait for the next one.  Leaving her waiting at the bus stand, I stomp off to the shop for some sweets to calm my tattered nerves and a drink for us both whilst we wait.

During the journey to Huddersfield, the rain really belts down in bucketful’s so that by the time we arrive at Huddersfield bus station, there are rivers of it running down everywhere and you have to take extra care where to walk.  Jeans finally purchased, we quickly find a cafe for some lunch and a welcome shelter from the rain. Even she looks ready to burst into tears, and nothing ever fazes her.  I feel like death. I ache from head to foot and feel so tired. As soon as we have finished our lunch, we return to the bus station for our bus home. I look around at the other people waiting for the bus at our stand. They all look so forlorn and fed up, blank dismal faces peering out from hooded raincoats which are dripping with raindrops onto the already puddled floor. We would all have been much wiser to remain this day tucked up in our warm beds, listening to the rain as it beat against our windows outside.  We should have all had more sense than to venture out on this particular day of all days seeing as it was Friday the 13th.

TG

A damp and dismal day out at NYMR.

On Thursday, my brother and my sister in law kindly took Kerri and myself for a days experience on the North Yorkshire Moors railway. Like me, he too is a big steam train fan and has been since being a boy when my Mum and Dad bought him an electric train set. Of course, I used to play with it as much as he did!  It was a quite a journey to our destination and most of the way, we had to contend with lot’s of spray from the other vehicles because of the constant rain.

Eventually we arrived at Pickering where my brother parked the car and we waited to board the train. It was being pulled by the Cock O’ the North today, and there was a lot of engine shunting, reversing etc. to watch prior to climbing onto the train. My brother and sister in law had brought their dog Willam and it was his first taste of journeying on a train. To say that it was all new to him, the whistles, the creaks and groans from the carriage we were sitting in, and movement, clatters and bumps, he behaved really well and didn’t seem fazed at all by any of it.

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I was also very pleased that we were travelling in the old ‘corridor down the side’ type carriages featured in the Harry Potter films. Whenever we go on our train excursions, their carriages tend to be the seats down either side with a central aisle type. It brought back memories of our holidays at Skegness where we used to journey from Leeds in these type of carriages.

Our first leg was from Pickering to Goathland where we disembarked and spent some time visiting the shops and areas where ‘Heartbeat’ is filmed. I couldn’t get over how sheep were just wandering around the village!  Willam just ignored them. It was pouring down with rain, and it was a very welcome but short respite to enter some of the gift shops. I found the obligatory fridge magnet and Kerri bought a pen as her souvenir. We made our way back to the station and enjoyed a coffee and hot chocolate (in Kerri’s case) in the station cafe as we waited for our train. Unfortunately for some strange reason, the station cafe did not allow dogs inside, so my brother had to wait outside in the pouring rain with Willam, who by now, was beginning to look very bedraggled. He couldn’t have been any wetter if he had been swimming for an hour in a river.

Sir Nige Gresley

We had time to go and have a quick look at the engine sheds before our train was due to depart, where I was quite surprised to see Sir Nigel Gresley was in for some kind of overhaul. I was also pleased to note there were plenty of young men working on maintaining the engines there. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a really good shot of Sir Nigel as from the observation platform you could only spot the top of him as another engine was blocking the view.  We quickly made our way back to the station platform to board our train to Pickering. You may remember that on our visit to Railfest recently, we actually boarded Sir Nigel who was in steam for a close peek at the workings on the footplate.

On this next leg of our journey, we were sat in the familiar carriages that tend to be used on our day excursions that we often go on. We were now travelling to Grosmont for the last leg of our journey.  It would have been so enjoyable had the weather been kinder, as the views on either side of the track was stunning.  Arriving at Grosmont, and in a vain hope that we might get chance to dry out somewhat, we paid a visit to the Station Tavern for an very enjoyable lunch.  Here Willam was made quite a fuss of by the other people enjoying a meal there, and he enjoyed all of the attention he was getting. From there, we retraced our steps back to Grosmont railway station in order to make our return journey back to Pickering.

This time, we were lucky to get a carriage all to ourselves, and one without a square wheel into the bargain! In fact during our return journey, both Willam and Kerri had a sleep so that proves how confortable the ride was. It was just a shame that the weather let us down, it doesn’t matter how outstanding the scenery is, or how interesting the venues visited, if you are soaking wet through it puts a damper on the enjoyment. Nevertheless, I was in my element and enjoyed seeing so many steam engines actually running and doing a job, being used to ferry tourists and passengers up and down a very interesting line from Pickering to Whitby that probably would otherwise have been closed, and kudos to all those volunteers and hard working people who work so hard to make it all a going concern.

Enjoy the many rather damp shots I took of the whole proceedings in my photo album and also enjoy the NYMR video and If you ever find yourself in Yorkshire, do take the time to visit the North Yorkshire Moors Railway, its an experience to remember.  

The North Yorkshire Moors Railway.

 

TG

A most unwelcome visitor

 

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 Following the last few days of constant rain and gale force winds, which have caused me personally to be confined indoors as I simply refuse to go out in the rain, we were able to venture out this morning and enjoy some glorious sunshine and blue skies at last.  ‘Hurray’ I thought as we walked down to town, enjoying the rare glimpsed winter sun in the sky, ‘let’s hope that’s the last of the rain!’ only to have my hopes instantly dashed as we landed home and found the dreaded card laying on our doormat.  Yes, you’ve guessed it! He’s been! The best rainmaker in the whole wide world has called whilst we were out! So sorry everyone, it will be rain as usual from today, my blasted window cleaners been!

TG Steaming mad

The Last Chemo!

Yesterday was my very last session of chemo. As is usual for this Granny and  her sidekick, it didn’t pass without incident and I thought I’d do a blog post about it all. We arose early, showered, quick breakfast and then walked down to the bus stop at the bottom of the road because it was drizzling and our nearest stop does not have a shelter. So far, so good. The bus we were waiting for is supposed to arrive at 09.03am and then arrives at the hospital stop at roughly (depending on traffic) 09.45am, so plenty of time for our 10.00am appointment with the chemo chair.

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Blown away in Bridlington

On Sunday we set off to Bridlington, mainly because K insisted that she had never been there. She had as a little girl, but had obviously forgotten it. She remembered the ‘big dipper’ road though from Reighton Sands holiday park, which dips and climbs with the result that as children they used to yell ‘Whoo’ at every dip the bus encountered. Setting off at Bridlington harbour, we walked along the sea front, intent on going as far as my legs would allow me to.

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Today’s walk with Crew.

Setting off at Clay House

We’ve been on a very long walk with crew today. One in which K and I ended up throwing the towel in and didn’t quite make it to the end. Setting off at Elland, we began our walk at Clay House then through the North Dean Woods towards Copley. It was very wet and muddy and the dead leaves that littered our path through the woodland reminded me of trying to walk through soggy cornflakes.

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