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Working boat named after a tarn in the English Lake District Normanton sits just east of the city of  Wakefield which was once the administrative capital of the old West Riding of Yorkshire. I rode up there today aboard the 10.02 train from Sheffield to Leeds calling at Meadowhall Interchange, Chapeltown, Elsecar, Wombwell, Barnsley, Darton and Wakefield Kirkgate. My return ticket cost me just £9. I had pre-planned my long circular walk from Normanton railway station and all went to plan in what was a gorgeous blue sky spring day. A big slice of the walk was by the side of the Aire and Calder Navigation Canal - another impressive legacy from innovative canal engineers of the past. In England, "Up North" is Yorkshire, Lancashire, Cumbria,  Northumberland , County Durham and North Lincolnshire. I spotted  the sign in the circular window of a canal boat. On and on I walked for four solid hours - not stopping to eat or drink and as Normanton came back into view I re...

 Blast from the past tonight. Friday night, Comic Relief ,bottle of white ,massive   big tears,  And A fish and Chip Supper  ( I haven’t had one for over three and a half years)  After the high of yesterday………… from Going Gently https://ift.tt/KfsthLO

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The weather has dictated the pace of the day and in the spring weather I’ve planted out delicate looking violas, cheerful Bellis, and primulas of firework yellow and cream. The work is easy, and the sun has warmed the South facing front garden so the soil isn’t chilled. “When the soil is warm enough to accommodate a bare arse, then it’s ok to plant out” Meirion Ellis gave me that bit of advice when I ran the flower show  I always add a hour or so on gardening in the front, as passers by tend to stop and chat. Mr Poznań discussed the Ukraine and Della chatted about retirement, Nick from Well Street chatted about blood tests and  Louenna ( Gentlemen Farmer Ralph’s widow) reminded me it was the anniversary of her husband’s death and remained ever graceful and poised.  Old Trefor ambled past cheerfully, his ninety seven year old knees in better shape than mine I replaced the hanging basket by the front door which is filled with healthy  sea Pinks and...