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In 1805, the digging of a canal was completed. It ran for three and half miles from The River Hull right into the heart of the East Yorkshire village where Simon and I were born and raised. The chief sponsor, Mrs Charlotta Bethell, imagined the canal would be a shrewd investment - bringing in coal and taking out grain and other agricultural products. Of course, the canal has not been used for commercial purposes in many decades. But it is still there as a leisure asset. It attracts many anglers and near Sandholme Bridge - show below - there is a caravan settlement. A public footpath runs all the way to The River Hull where the canal meets the river at Leven Lock.  At the village end of the canal there were two substantial warehouses. One was built to receive coal and the other housed grain and other crops ready for transportation by sailing barges. One of those warehouses has now been converted into a private residence and it has been lowered. Annoyin...

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CODA (child of deaf parents) is a nice movie  It’s not a great one, but it’s a sentimentally sweet one, the kind you enjoy of a Sunday afternoon when you have nothing to do.  The story is a simple one.  Ruby (Emilia Jones) is the only hearing person in her hard working fishing family. When the family business is threatened she is torn between supporting them or going to college to study singing. It’s an appealing coming-of-age story with a lovely performance by the doe eyed Jones, and if you want a blub, just enjoy Ruby’s audition into Berklee where she signs and sings a version of Both Sides Now quite beautifully . I was sobbing like a real man when there was a knock at the kitchen window. It was Mrs Trellis with Blue She had met up with old Trefor down the lane who had taken a bit of a turn .  “ can you come?” She looked worried  We all piled into Bluebell  In his late nineties , it had seemed that  Trefor had walked a little too f...

My sister arrived early on and licked the front garden into shape. I videoed the result and have mooched around it for most of the morning. If my new neighbours are out in their back garden I try not to be around in mine, for all I seem to hear is an elderly Yorkshire terrier’s incessantly yapping followed with their incessant bellows of  “ Shut up Charlie”  It’s all a bit common. Speaking of common I’ve just braved  Tescos  in Prestatyn  Which can be a trial in itself if you aren’t in the mood for badly behaved kids and their sports wearing parents. I soothed my nerves with a mooch around the home department of TK Max and bought a rug, and some accessories for the new bathroom. Charlie  was at full hysterical yapping stretch when I got home so I closed up the back of the cottage and opened up the front to the sun. Hopefully he’ll have a Stroke soon  (  I only mean that a little ) It’s still glorious here. The honeysuckle which Jan...