Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Harrogate - Tuesday 22nd December 2015

My diary

I quickly settled all of the Talking News accounts, and then a delivery of 100 USB sticks arrived, with no invoice. I made sure that Pauline was OK and then went out to visit three new listeners, in Burntwood, Cannock and Brereton. The first lady was being inspected by the Fire & Rescue Service and they were installing fire alarms everywhere. They do a great job.

All of our new people were happy chappies by the time I left them, and with the temperature up at 14 degrees and rising, it was a pleasant day for a drive.

Pauline was not looking good when I got back, but it wasn't her leg. She has had a cough for a few days and it has clearly turned to a chest infection. Our plans to travel down to Hove Actually looked in jeopardy. So did our event at County Hall in Stafford and I contacted Keith Eagland to say we wouldn't be going, and then I sent Pauline to bed, where she slept for 12 hours.

I received details of one more new listener, in South Wales, so I processed her and then baked bread for Christmas.

My meanderings

I'm planning to take Pauline to Harrogate in the Spring. I've been several times but never with Pauline. Harrogate is a gateway to the Yorkshire Dales National Park. It is an important conference and exhibition centre, is consistently voted the best place in Britain to live, and is officially the third most romantic destination in the world.

Harrogate has been around for a long time but it wasn't until 1626 when it was determined that the waters from the Tewit Well were rich in sulphur and iron that the town began to become known further afield. Gradually its reputation grew and in 1770 it was officially one of the most important spa towns to visit.

Harrogate has the RHS Garden Harlow Carr within reach as well as a number of other historical attractions, apart from the glorious landscape of the Yorkshire Dales. Every effort has been made to keep the town in keeping with the local brick, but as you wander the streets and shops you are aware of all the wide spaces for greenery and flowers. Well worth a visit anytime, but especially when the sun shines.


The pet dog of a Yorkshire man died and he asked a jeweller to make a gold replica of the dog so that he could always remember him.
“Do you want him 18 carat?” asked the vet.
“Nay, lad, just chewin a bone.”


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