Oh, and I must report that this morning I saw my first ever blue whale! The mighty creature came to the ocean surface no more than thirty yards away on the port side of "The Jolly Puffin" and simultaneously blew gallons of brine high into the air via its blowhole. It created a kind of mist in which, momentarily, kaleidoscopic rainbow colours danced in the morning sunlight. So beautiful and an image that will always stay with me.
Meanwhile...
Back in Sheffield, my doppelganger walked over to the suburb of Nether Edge to donate a few books at the Oxfam shop and to see if the hardback copy of "Bournville" by Jonathan Coe was still unsold. Luckily, it was still there so he snapped it up for a mere £1.99. His wife, Shirley, had given him a paperback copy of this well-received novel for Christmas but the text was far too small for comfortable reading.
He was planning to lounge in "The Byron House" pub with a pint of bitter while he read the opening pages but the establishment was closed. Instead, he sat outside "Cafe Number 9" with a latte that cost as much as a pint. The early afternoon was again mild and sunny and he managed ten pages before a pair of middle-aged women plonked themselves at the other outdoor table and began to gossip like turkeys before Christmas. Immediately, his reading had to cease.
Later, after making a simple pasta dish for dinner, he and his wife went down the hill to his daughter's house. They were on babysitting duty. He read a story version of "Frozen" to his oldest granddaughter who kept interceding with pronunciation advice. Apparently, "Frozen" is meant to be read in a southern California drawl and not in a blunt East Yorkshire accent.
Base of tree and stone wall on Brincliffe Edge - yesterday
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