R's rue

Hull City were playing the London club Queens Park Rangers today. I set off far too early in my silver chariot, Sir Clint, because I wanted to make a short detour in order to undertake a walk north of the village of Welton. It is situated at the southern end of The Yorkshire Wolds. I especially wanted to snap a neo-classical mausoleum  that is partly hidden by the woods that surround it. It was erected by an early nineteenth century banker called Sir Robert Raikes. Why he and his family couldn't be buried in the village churchyard like everybody else is beyond me. Perhaps he had more money than sense. Alternatively, he thought he was more important than he really was. Another possibility is that he wished to outdo his father who had established a much smaller family mausoleum in a churchyard in Woodford, London three decades earlier. Anyway I found the mausoleum and soon afterwards carried on with my journey to the "Park and Ride" facility at Hessle on the west side o...

My sister has been working in the garden and on the patio this morning. We’ve chatted in between jobs. It’s nice to have someone around the cottage. The sound of someone else pottering has been somewhat comforting. Roger has adored the new company and has galloped good heartedly when the leaf blower was unleashed. He’s watched Janet carefully, enjoying the novelty of a fresh face. He hugged her before she left, as Welsh Terriers do Eirlys called round with some free range eggs. You may remember I took her a beef stew the other day. Not one for sentiment she told me that there was a letter for me in the egg box, thanking me for the thought. She held my eyes for a second longer than usual which was her way of hugging me. I nodded that I understood. She would have done the same for me. I’m working tonight and tomorrow. I’m going to see Spielberg’s The Fabelmans on Monday afternoon. I’d planned to see it today but it’s a long film and needs a clear afternoon. Spielberg’s ...