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I should think it will be a pretty bleak spot of Garden development at that elevation above Hadfield. Reminds me of a development of new spec houses near us called 'Primrose Court' actually on the heavily diesel impregnated former yard of a long lived Newcastle-Blackpool chara company. it dates from the 1920s, the clue is in the name of the sweet little flower currently in bloom. dh

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I am assuming the 'large club' is a Social Club rather than a Gun Club or an old fashioned Colonial style Club. We locally have had the old trad. style Co Durham 'Social Club' losing members. Whereas our old village pub, for the past decade threatened with demolition, has succeeded in being declared a Community Pub (we all own it as Shareholders) and has proved astonishingly successful with all age groups - thanks to a sparky volunteer lady who offered to bring her 'Social Media' skills into play. A whole lot of special interest groups now meet there through the week - and the committee are currently energetically facing-up to the challenge of the Big panD Good Luck dh

Wife has decided it is no longer safe for me to venture up the hill to the Co-op (even with my hoodie up) to exchange her voucher for the sacred hard-copy Graiuniad (she won't read it online like everyone else these days - anything 'on line' she says is bound to be Fake ) But I've just found the ideal solution on this website https://www.delivermynewspaper.co.uk it asks you to input your postcode and offers a choice within 6 miles. 2 I've only just found Asda no longer opens all night - is this recent? It could always be relied upon, returning from the airport at some ungodly hour. Otherwise day 3 of our 'lockdown' is very pleasant and sunny dh

It probably also explains my weird shape. A little more about dad's A7s. He had two: Mini ! - which was the Chummy. Then when I was well on the way, poor Mini 1 was traded in for Mini 2 a boring early 30s saloon. By the time he was called up we had an even stogier 1931 Morris Cowley (reg GH200, called George) left on blocks in the garage - for me to play on along with my evil mates. He'd apparently fancied himself driving a red Bullnose 2 seater as a lippy Shell petrol salesman out of a corrugated tin Shell-BP depot on the canal in Bow, London E3. dh

I was always told I got conceived in a Chummy Austin on the Dorset coast in the summer of 1936 (during the reign of Edward VIII !) My mum always sid she really wanted a Labrador. Both assertions have always done great things for my Ego. dh

Surely it makes every sense. It would be real fun to have a whole heavily armed volunteer militia firing through slots in a thick wall of Andrex just outside the CA Drill Hall dh

This is by far the most unpleasant ignorant thread on rmweb. No one has begun to try to define beauty or ugliness. Many posts have starred as the designer’s muse for creations on “lmaginary locomotives”. We live in isolationist times. My favourite book “Russian Steam Locomotives” has been withdrawn from Blaydon Library. dh PS I bet you lot would even be rude about my steam horse personal identifier!

Is there nothing you cannot turn your hand to Kevin?

This is an interesting post. The Irish happily ban St Patrick’s day ... Yet ... setting off driving Miss Daisy to the coast - or in our case, up to the high fells is legit self- isolation. This is a great Get out of Gaol card for Old Farts! What are we worried about? I shall tootle off when the dandelions are out to site-survey my projected Early Railways model of the Earl of Carlisle’s farm-coom-railway works at Kirk-house - where they isolated the Rocket for years in an elegant neo-gothic engine house. dh

Yes Thank You! Your post is of great interest to me. Like there are supposed to be No Old Bold Pilots, I'm surprised a Sidecar Racer can reach 70 years! Well Done! I have never ever seen such a terrifying event as the IOM Side Car TT race! Howzabout posting some yarns and pics to get our juices really flowing interesting Factoid: My melanoma started a few years back on the retina, requiring my right eye to be removed. (i was told flying as a bush pilot in East Africa under amazing skies had done my eyes no favours) The NHS insisted I should have a glass replacement since they said a black patch would scare young children and old ladies. A brilliant matching eye prosthesis eventually turned up from Blackpool. My Geordie Byker/biker son called in to Blackpool to look over (and bought) an old '6 day Trial' Triumph (if that means anything to you). He found a veritable gypsy camp of old bike racers still living in their old campaigning vans and sleeping alongside their beloved old road racing bikes. He actually met a Septuagenarian bike racer who'd painted my glass eye in the course of his retirement job! Good Luck Sidecar Racer dh

I'm not sure now where this thread is founded. I thought we could be honest and down to earth about what lay ahead personally for us. My daughter down in Rugby has charged us with writing a journal she says she will act as managing ed. for us - purpose for the family grandchildren to have. dh

What do you know about immunity enhancing capsules? Look totally dodgy to me ... Oxford son has sent us a big pack. We are supposed to take 4 a day - Blackcurrant flavour ! (Did I mention before? We are both well down in our eighties, active, but well into immunotherapy for liver cancer. Being realistic, I wouldn't triage either of us a respirator, no matter how "well presented" (in medical parlance) we tried to act. dh

Personally - I would make my own risk assessment depending on that and, ( taking account of any other soul's feelings about you) c hoose the 12 week path ahead that fits you best. dh

At New Mills, where I went to school, the crumpet all lived in HOPE dh

Edit It reminds me of the Rolls Royce salesman responding to an American's critical question about the starting handle in the car's comprehensive tool kit. "Have you ever noticed the spots on your chest Sir? They are for the most unlikely event of you having a baby."

I think the little soul looked prettier with her pair of cylinders instead of a black patch. dh

Back to Francophone W Africa Go in any empty shelved supermarket and you could buy loads of tinned snails plus the bags of empty shells to stash them in

Our family learnt to do with all this hoarding sh1t (rice/sugar/ tins of milk and fish/bog paper/petrol) living in Africa for 12 years while the kids were growing up. The worst shortages and hygiene probs were due to coups and fairly localised wars in West Africa. We learn,t like the majority of the population, to do without bog roll. We ll still can't think of finishing a sh1te without thoroughly washing yer bum. dh

Anybody else remember that scary Amrican 1960s doorstep of a textbook by 'Morgan" on Psychology? There was a horrendous bit of cruelty, starkly b+w photographed proving how 'baby monkeys prefer cloth mothers to wire mothers'. dh

and I've only just started self-isolation ....

Ha! A Coincidence ... A shortage of Priests was also the reason why the remarkable man - in whose room I am typing this as an Intruder- persuaded the very last Prince Bishop of Durham to gain Parliament's approval for re-use of his second castle, opposite the cathedral, for the training of vicars as the first new university in Britain in modern times (after the Napoleonic Wars). Archdeacon Charles Thorp was also influential, as an Anti Slaver, in founding the University of Fourah Bay, Sierra Leone for tarring* Missionaries (later affiliated to Durham University) . This was the first University in West Africa since Timbuktu was established as a Muslim university - before Durham Cathedral was erected. Thorp opened also opened a Penny Savings Bank for his mining parishioner in the hard times after !815 and paid for a house to be provided for a Conservationist to protect the wildlife on the Farnes - all maintained by him! In truth, it has proved difficult to spend over 40 years trying to live with such a predecessor looking over your shoulder1 As James will testify, I couldn't even sustain an 00 gauge railway in his former study. dh tarring* Apple's predictive text for training missionaries

Thanks so much for ‘This is York” Thirty odd years ago, In her teens, my daughter spent several summers in the National Youth Theatre at a school in Haverstock Hill, London. I was delighted to find her best friend there was herself the daughter of a very well known actor - who was noted for her distinctive voice as the York train announcer. Everyone traveling up and down the ECML delighted in imitating her unique syntax in reeling out train information from “York, This YORK” onwards. Daughter Sophie used to come and stay with us and they are still firm friends. Despite their ambition neither did become actors like Sophie’s mum (I believe with the York Repertory theatre originally). Instead Sophie rose to become a prominently formidable police Inspector in the Met. (which she said was all about acting). After retirement she gained a Ph D. and (like my daughter) is an Academic - both still very engaged in the theatre. I think the young announcer seen In the early 1950s film would be too old to be Sophie’s mum, but I reckon there was a established tradition of clarity passed down the those announcers. dh

We have one too, he has just persuaded us to fill in a Direct Debit form (from Hanover Dairies - does this firm ring bells with anyone?) to eliminate handling cash. 2 Also cued from the post above, I had to slip into the (Community) pub next door to cancel a May event ‘celebrating’ 800 years of domination of our dormitory village by the Norman Prince Bishops. There were just two ‘real loser’ looking guys sitting looking furtive behind pints of lager at 3.30 aft. It was explained to me they had just made 5000 $ by ‘scalping’ International currency dealing on their phone apps during fluctuations this week on the markets. I asked did they do it for a living ? “No” they said, they’d only downloaded the app a few days ago. I offer that as an alternative to modelling ... dh

Like how to organise home deliveries, I’ve found out about the advantages of seducing and trapping younger kids women too late. I’ve had an afternoon of revision and tuition from the grandchildren in the use of Skype, no (Wotsap seems easier- less effing passwords to remember - then instantly forget) I’m banking on Tyneside being a bit behind London so I’m still sneaking out undercover of darkness to beat the curfew till the end of the week to get forgotten ingredients (like garlic cloves) Son tells me that the Spanish police are using drones (with infra red?) to pick off old farts caught out on the streets at night ! It all reminds me of the bravado we kids all pretended about at council school during the 1940s. But at home under the stairs at night i was seriously scared. Good luck everyone. dh Edit sorry if I’ve contravened the CV ban I’ve only just read about