the pirates of pickering
the title is, i believe, the title of a write up someone did of a LGB BTCV working week away in/around pickering, in which i participated, over christmas 1990/1991 ish... it slipped into my consciousness/forebrain on my way into town. and yes, town... i'm currently in pickering, enjoying the relative cool and quiet of the library *smile*
last night i was a 'motorhome' among caravans, having blagged a pitch on level ground close to the showers and toilets at a campsite a little outside of scarborough, off the scarborough-pickering road. it was a huge site and not my usual style, but my adventures have contained some misadventures, and yesturday included one of those.
but back to the beginning *smile*
i abandoned the washing up (thank you to mymouse and scousecat for remedying that at the weekend while watering the garden *smile*) and left home last tuesday, and wove my way to bedford, and to parallelgirl *smile* the past weeks heat broke in a magnificent storm around us, and i still carry images of cloud and lightening, parallelgirl in the rain, and of steam rising from hot tarmac *smile*
wednesday morning i lay with a sense of wonder and welcome at the beginning of my travels, and time entirely my own *smile*
and later sauntered towards leicester.
on arrival in leicester i was initially entangled by the town centre one-way system(s), before managing to escape to a patch of green space to the west of the town for a rest and to await skibbley and E's return from work.
my rest was however scuppered by my first major minor mishap of the trip *sigh* i very stupidly - well, actually mostly tiredly (though a degree of stupidity within that) - managed to shut (and lock! *wriggles eyebrows*) my thumb in the side door of the van. the first house i came to, a man (i'd just seen arrive home as i'd been walking towards it) opened the door with a smile and didn't seem at all phased when i said 'hullo, do you have any ice?' *smile* he did, and incredibly conveniently it was a plastic-bag-like sheet of ice cubes, which wrapped nicely around my hand. hooray & blesings & good karma for the man at number 44 *smile* my thumb has been incredibly hurty, and is incredibly bruised, but the ice and herbs applied since, have helped its healing in impressive manner *smile*
bruising aside, i spent a great evening with E and skibbley, enjoying conversations with both (tho skibley mostly between essay 'chapters' *grin* i trust the course concluded well *smile*); eating sumptiously and spicily; feeding their rats (oh, their soft whiskery noses against my bicip *grin*); and making sure their housemates got the bus that would eventually (buses and plane later) take them back to poland.
oh, nearly outta time here, just as i was relaxing into this *smiley sigh*
later...
last night i was a 'motorhome' among caravans, having blagged a pitch on level ground close to the showers and toilets at a campsite a little outside of scarborough, off the scarborough-pickering road. it was a huge site and not my usual style, but my adventures have contained some misadventures, and yesturday included one of those.
but back to the beginning *smile*
i abandoned the washing up (thank you to mymouse and scousecat for remedying that at the weekend while watering the garden *smile*) and left home last tuesday, and wove my way to bedford, and to parallelgirl *smile* the past weeks heat broke in a magnificent storm around us, and i still carry images of cloud and lightening, parallelgirl in the rain, and of steam rising from hot tarmac *smile*
wednesday morning i lay with a sense of wonder and welcome at the beginning of my travels, and time entirely my own *smile*
and later sauntered towards leicester.
on arrival in leicester i was initially entangled by the town centre one-way system(s), before managing to escape to a patch of green space to the west of the town for a rest and to await skibbley and E's return from work.
my rest was however scuppered by my first major minor mishap of the trip *sigh* i very stupidly - well, actually mostly tiredly (though a degree of stupidity within that) - managed to shut (and lock! *wriggles eyebrows*) my thumb in the side door of the van. the first house i came to, a man (i'd just seen arrive home as i'd been walking towards it) opened the door with a smile and didn't seem at all phased when i said 'hullo, do you have any ice?' *smile* he did, and incredibly conveniently it was a plastic-bag-like sheet of ice cubes, which wrapped nicely around my hand. hooray & blesings & good karma for the man at number 44 *smile* my thumb has been incredibly hurty, and is incredibly bruised, but the ice and herbs applied since, have helped its healing in impressive manner *smile*
bruising aside, i spent a great evening with E and skibbley, enjoying conversations with both (tho skibley mostly between essay 'chapters' *grin* i trust the course concluded well *smile*); eating sumptiously and spicily; feeding their rats (oh, their soft whiskery noses against my bicip *grin*); and making sure their housemates got the bus that would eventually (buses and plane later) take them back to poland.
oh, nearly outta time here, just as i was relaxing into this *smiley sigh*
later...