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There's been a weekly market at Lancaster since 1193, when the king granted a charter to permit trading.
I look at these every time I am at the sink, washing up or filling the kettle. They are probably the loveliest flowers I have been given. There's something about gypsophila that takes me back to childhood, when I wanted to become a florist when I got older. I wonder how life might have been, had I followed that ambition.
The tallest fell in the distance is known as The Old Man of Coniston, or just The Old Man (~802m). Sitting in what is now Cumbria, this is the highest point in the historic county of Lancashire.
It's very popular with walkers and has a number of well-marked tracks to the summit.
Slate and copper mining were carried out on this fell for over 800 years, and you can see spoil tips and the remains of disused mines.
This is looking out from Hoad Hill. It's classed as a Marilyn (hill over 150m), so that's two Marilyns I bagged this week =]
Looking towards Barrow across Morecambe Bay, you can make out the massive sheds where they build submarines.
In a niche in the village wall at Heysham can be found one of two Holy Wells. This one has been restored but appears to have run dry. Offerings can be placed in a slot in the 4 1/2 inch howitzer shell case that has been let into the wall.
This handsome house was built in the eighteenth century and subsequently remodeled. It is grade 2 listed and has some interesting features inside and out. You can see the chequerboard cobbles in front.
Saw this on my way to meet my friend for coffee. Made me think of old trawlers.
It's been an odd kind of day, but it was great to catch up over a decent brew.
More than anything else, Lancaster Castle has been a prison, until 2011. Now it's a visitor attraction, with a Crown Court attached.
For the baker, the farmers, the potter, the knife maker, the carpenter, the jam maker, the chocolatier, the shop keeper, the lorry drivers. the ships' crews, and everyone else who made it possible to have breakfast this morning: thank you.
A mallard duck being a mallard duck, thinking duck thoughts.
And is there honey still for tea?
My mind suddenly went to John Betjeman's poem.
It pays to let the mind wander, sometimes.
Listen:
You'd think the bin men were on strike. Not so. Recent changes to how and when garbage is collected across the country have been disastrous. This is just one example.
I love this building that I sometimes walk past. it's still empty, which is a pity. it would make a great open workshop for budding artisans.
The long exposure hints at the constant traffic.
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Worth the poor sleep to get up and make some tea, just to see this.
Grief is love with no place to go.
Jamie Anderson
A typical cottage in Heysham. Charles I was king when this was built, when he dissolved Parliament.
Massachusetts became a self-governing entity. Charles was busy running England and had enough to do.
There's the remains of a shrub outside. The gardener's mate attacked everything with some electric trimmer thing to 'allow the air to circulate' and this has emerged. It's soft and pink and very pretty. I think it's Spiraea japonica, but you might know better. Let me know!
It looks thicker than what you might get at a restaurant but this is how I prefer it. It's a meal in itself.
Beetroots
Carrots
Onion
Garlic
Celery
Beef stock
Salt and pepper
serve with yoghurt or sour cream and fresh dill. And bread, of course.