We went to Bakewell today. We went to Bakewell last Wednesday too. We may not be exciting but we are consistent.
However, this highlights a problem – I still have a lot of photos from last week. I also have a food review from last week, and I already have another one from this week.
This is a small backlog, but one which, in normal circumstances I would normally ignore. Things would be left and I would move on. I don’t delude myself, life goes on even in the absence of my views on traffic, tourists and charity shops, and nobody will feel a sense of loss if I don’t get round to writing about my hot pork sandwich. As for the book reviews I was planning – I wrote a book review in January 2019 and another in December. I’m guessing that most people don’t really visit the blog for my book reviews.
However, after a good night’s sleep, a lovely day in Derbyshire and a Valentine’s Day Gift that went right (and took a load off my mind) I am feeling inspired to work.
The lack of poetry writing in my life is also a factor. If I write prose I can pretend I am too busy when, in truth, I’m lazy, unimaginative and uninspired. Being busy prevents me facing up to that. I can write “lazy, unimaginative and uninspired” and still feel good because I’m writing about eating cake and looking at ducks.
Dog owners were a notable feature of the day. I think dogs are lower down the evolutionary scale than cats, I don’t like them in cafes and I tend to think that anything bigger than a terrier should be banned from living in town. However, I have to say that the dogs today were charming, full of character and attended by a great bunch of owners, who all seemed sensible, cheerful and enthusiastic about dogs. It was good to see, and really cheered the day up, to be honest, Cats tend to be a bit aloof, and I’ve never seen one look happy on a lead.
This post features ducks, people and a few other things from our visit to Bakewell last Wednesday. It misses out the sandwich, which will be the next post. I will then move on to this week’s visit, and the cake, but that will probably be instead of writing about Thursday or Friday.
When the price of scrap goes up I’d cut the locks off and cash them in – I am not a great romantic
I will write about them while the weekend of storms rages around my head.
An that is how the next backlog will develop. Well, it’s one way. They also develop because I sit in the living room with Julia, chat about life, watch TV, snooze and use the netbook. It does well for an ageing, low-powered evolutionary dead-end, but it can be slow and tedious when loading photos. Hmm, ageing, low-powered evolutionary dead-end – sounds a bit like me.
I’m writing this on the computer in the cold dining room. It’s less comfortable but a lot quicker.
The river Wye at Bakewell
I think I agree with you about dogs. There seem to be too many around and the owners assume we all love having them in cafés and food shops or leaping up at us and covering us with mud. Then again, I also agree they are quite amusing to watch.
I like Bakewell and don’t remember ever having a bad time there. Beautiful shots of the River Wye.
🙂 Thank you. We go to Bakewell regularly – the nicest of the Derbyshire towns.
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Looking forward to your post about the locks on the bridge. It’s a wonder the bridge hadn’t collapsed with the weight of them!
They ripped part of the parapet off a bridge in France. I will have to do more research yet.
Good luck!
I’m with Lavinia! I love reading about the details of everyday life, even if I don’t agree with your assessment about dogs. 😉 Not that there’s anything wrong with cats!
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I understand most capital cities have already removed the love locks. Entertaining writing and excellent photographs. Now get on with the rest of it.
Sigh… One Scone Chronicle coming up!
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We all enjoy hearing from you, Quercus. Soldier on. 🙂
Yes ma’am. 🙂
” I don’t delude myself, life goes on even in the absence of my views on traffic, tourists and charity shops, and nobody will feel a sense of loss if I don’t get round to writing about my hot pork sandwich. ”
How wrong you are.
You are too kind. 🙂 I will write about the sandwich when the pottery programme has finished.
How right you are Tootlepedal.
And you.
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