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If you worked at a car dealership, and you were trying to clinch a deal on a car, and your customer was turning down your offers of insurance deals and fancy non-standard paintwork, what message would you least want blaring out of the speakers? The Who's Won't get fooled again would be near the top of my list. The sales rep was a nice young man, and I tried not to let on how very amused I was, because it didn't seem polite. I'm hoping he was too young to recognise it. And the car is certainly an interesting possibility.
Also today: we decided the weather was sufficiently untrustworthy that we would go for an excursion rather than an actual walk. The process of reaching this decision was protracted enough that I had time to take the compost out and be sufficiently shocked by how overgrown the path was becoming that I fetched the secateurs and hacked back an entire bag full of garden waste. The elder tree is no longer actually reaching into the compost bin.
We decided to visit two properties close together in the Tyne valley, both of which we have visited before, but not recently. The first was Prudhoe Castle, which we had recently failed to visit: an impressive shell, keep and curtain wall still standing high (if a little unsteady in places), into which an eighteenth century duke had inserted a gentleman's residence for his land agent. I was particularly charmed by the chapel above the gatehouse. None of this was at all familiar, though I am quite convinced we have been there before.
From Prudhoe it's not far to Cherryburn and Bewick's birthplace. There's a note on the National Trust website: "Sundown at Cherryburn on 30 June has been cancelled but will be rearranged for later in the year," I expect the sun managed to set last night, even at Cherryburn, but it may have done so unobserved. It's certainly somewhere I'd like to go back to in better weather, and maybe work out a walk to take advantage of the the picnic site with its view of the Tyne valley (not to mention the alpacas). As it was, we enjoyed the print room talk about Bewick and his work (given added interest by the presence among our fellow visitors of a professional engraver), but didn't want to linger inthe garden in the cold wind.
A late lunch at Brockbushes farm shop was less fun than it should have been: they were not as busy as all that, and they really were not coping. Luckily we met a friend there, and she was eager for news of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
desperance, so the time passed pleasantly. And I bought some gooseberries, the first of the year.
After which we went for a test-drive, and that's where we came in.
Also today: we decided the weather was sufficiently untrustworthy that we would go for an excursion rather than an actual walk. The process of reaching this decision was protracted enough that I had time to take the compost out and be sufficiently shocked by how overgrown the path was becoming that I fetched the secateurs and hacked back an entire bag full of garden waste. The elder tree is no longer actually reaching into the compost bin.
We decided to visit two properties close together in the Tyne valley, both of which we have visited before, but not recently. The first was Prudhoe Castle, which we had recently failed to visit: an impressive shell, keep and curtain wall still standing high (if a little unsteady in places), into which an eighteenth century duke had inserted a gentleman's residence for his land agent. I was particularly charmed by the chapel above the gatehouse. None of this was at all familiar, though I am quite convinced we have been there before.
From Prudhoe it's not far to Cherryburn and Bewick's birthplace. There's a note on the National Trust website: "Sundown at Cherryburn on 30 June has been cancelled but will be rearranged for later in the year," I expect the sun managed to set last night, even at Cherryburn, but it may have done so unobserved. It's certainly somewhere I'd like to go back to in better weather, and maybe work out a walk to take advantage of the the picnic site with its view of the Tyne valley (not to mention the alpacas). As it was, we enjoyed the print room talk about Bewick and his work (given added interest by the presence among our fellow visitors of a professional engraver), but didn't want to linger inthe garden in the cold wind.
A late lunch at Brockbushes farm shop was less fun than it should have been: they were not as busy as all that, and they really were not coping. Luckily we met a friend there, and she was eager for news of
desperance, so the time passed pleasantly. And I bought some gooseberries, the first of the year.After which we went for a test-drive, and that's where we came in.
