Pardshaw! The Movie!

Where do I start!

Well that’s another post….

So anyway with only 1 confirmed guest, me, set off for my 40 Birthday Bash. Think I had better let pics speak for themselves with minor over dicta? Whatever.

Bought a supersaver return ticket at Leeds Train station. Not a bad journey as far as Penrith over oceans of green…. Had a through ticket to Cockermouth.The railway runs out at Penrith however, no doubt due to Dr Bleaching… So waited for bus at Penrith Station. Looks like they got a castle at Penrith. Pictures of rainbows and sunsets never seem to come out as good in pics especially my digital cameras..





So along to Cockermouth.



Actually got to Cocker quite late. It was already dark and so had great fun walking in the dark down a 2 lane A road for miles to Pardshaw. Well busses are a rarity in that part of Cumberland. Oh with no pavement and a few suicidal dangerous corners. A small mercy was that I had a head torch which I shone onto the road in the hope of some visibility. And I had too much to carry.

But likesay Made it! The old Coopers Dip Enamel was still there.



And I managed to get the fire going



Now things are getting a bit stream of consciousness….

Walked into Cockermouth following morning to do some shopping.

Here is Chairman Herdwick the great pioneer of Marxist Ovinism. Good to see a bit of Stalinist Realism.



Had to stop for refreshment in Cocker, found an alehouse dedicated to some Lakeland poet and one to a Lakeland mutineer by the name of Fletcher Christian.



Mutiny not poetry say I!.

Have a pic somewhere which I took waiting for final bus out of Cockermouth. Shows statue of Mayo (the pious inventor of Mayonnaise) in the high street.

Now it gets a bit more stream of consciousness…. A random shot of the burial ground.



Welcome to Pardshaw.



Now Cumberland is a bit bumpy here is the path from the Meeting House up to the front entrance and the School Room



Now Pardshaw makes a lovely hermitage but it is a bit big. It was my birthday and I was all alone… Thankfully the Lovely Linda graced Pardshaw with her wonderful presence. She even brought a cake! Pity it was not vegan but I was more than honoured to cut it



Not everyone makes it to 40. Noticed headstone of one deceased Friend in the burial ground who had died a few months before her 40th birthday.

Here is the Birthday Boy cutting the cake



Don’t Mess with the Chef! LOL



Here’s the Dalton Memorial





Getting random and stream of consciousness now….



A pic of the Meeting House



A better pic more oblique



A lovely view of the Cumberland countryside



Another pic of the Meeting House in a better light



A view from the Throne Room



All thanks to the work camp of 1786. Bit before my time…



Here’s one of those red skies that looked better in real life



Here is the front door to the Pardshaw Complex



Just arrived



Or just leaving?



Welcome to Pardshaw, hope you find the presence of GOD. I did.



Let’s go to the school room



I went for a short walk into the village



The Drying Room



Just to show I was there! Bluebell and Pardshaw. Can you guess which is which?



In the School Room! John Dalton the man who invented physics and chemistry was educated here!



Wish you had been there. Here’s to the last 40 years! And JAH willing the next!

A Fairy Tale...

More textual harassment though this time I will protect my sauces


“World’s shortest fairytale.. Once upon a time a man asked a woman ‘Will you marry me?’ The woman replied ‘No’ and the man lived happily ever after and went golfing, drinking, shagging and still had money in his pocket at the end of the week. The End”