Catch up with what we are doing in Dunbar and find out more about where we live in Scotland's sunniest town.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Return to York
Acomb is No1 for charity shops and pies!
Our tour of Northern England included a couple of days in York staying with our pregnant and showing Sarah and Rob. Having wandered around York with a class of 30 kids earlier in the year, I was quite eager to get back there and look around without having to count heads all day.
I decided to go for a run. The last 2 weeks have been away and have involved eating lots of food, mainly junk and plenty of it. But I have had very few runs. Getting motivated to get out of bed and run in traffic in Manchester was hard so I didn't bother. York however has a couple of rivers running through it so I headed down one into the city centre where I had planned to run the circuit of the city walls. However the city walls are not complete and at 2 points they run and you have to find your way to the next section. I found myself right in the heart of the shopping centre in my skimpy vest and shorts, looking slightly out of place and lost. York is a city but it has a small town feel about it. I noticed this when I happened to see Anna Woodcock an old friend of ours and relative through marriage sat in her office window. It would be rude not to go and wave, and she politely came out to say hello to me. Eventually I managed to pick up the walls again and found my way to Acomb, the village where we were staying. Then I bumped into another person I knew. Derek Wooldridge used to run the camps in Criccieth before I did. He is a legend and someone I always associate with York. There he was walking in the rain. it was nice to stop and have a chat, although it must have been a bit strange for him to see me on his street on a friday morning.
The rest of the visit included a trip to the York Dungeon. Stuart was terrified enough to give a genuine gasp of horror, but not enough to be scarred for life. It's a bit pricey but worth a look if you get the chance. These actors come out and tell you tales and explain it all. The price was scarier than the horrors in there. We also visited Acomb. Acomb is a hidden gem. There are 6-or 7 really good charity shops, a Peacocks, loads of bakers, and other cheap and cheerful shops. We managed to stock up on Action Men, books and a few other bits you can only get in charity shops. There's everything a man needs in Acomb, I look forward to a return visit.
Monday, July 21, 2008
City Life - Church
Whilst staying in the hood of Burnage, we went to our old church St Margarets. The services there was quite a bit longer than the 45 minutes we get in Dunbar. 45 minutes in and Emma needed the loo and knew that the sharing of peace was coming up. Everyone gets up and shakes hands, whilst Emma gets up and shakes her lettuce!
Anyway we were only 3 shakes into the peace when a bit of a doo was going on in the central aisle. One of the old ladies had passed out. In fact her heart had stopped and right in the middle of the service those around her had to do CPR. The service could not go on until Greater Manchester Ambulance Service had come to attend. 20 minutes later they were there, and whisked her off to the MRI. The sermon hadn't been that bad! In fact there was a time when the service would have gone on, pretending nothing had happened, so it was good to see a bit of impro taking place.
This slightly sombre moment was broken when an old mate pointed out one of the notices to me. Sheila is the old Guide leader and faithfully does an annual afternoon teas thing for the women. However the notice read
- Wednesday: Sheila's p.m. teas
Now I am not sure what we were supposed to do with that information. Maybe give her a wide berth, say nice things to her, I'm not sure.
The visit was rounded off with one of St Margaret's legendary parish lunches. Basically everyone brings a pile of food and swaps it. Everyone gets well fed and you get to mix your meals. Curry and quiche, lasagne and egg rolls, rissotto and diced cheddar and cubed pinapple. Then for pudding, trifle and penguins, tunnocks and jelly, and cheese cake and curry (there was still some left so it seemed a shame to waste it).
Anyway we were only 3 shakes into the peace when a bit of a doo was going on in the central aisle. One of the old ladies had passed out. In fact her heart had stopped and right in the middle of the service those around her had to do CPR. The service could not go on until Greater Manchester Ambulance Service had come to attend. 20 minutes later they were there, and whisked her off to the MRI. The sermon hadn't been that bad! In fact there was a time when the service would have gone on, pretending nothing had happened, so it was good to see a bit of impro taking place.
This slightly sombre moment was broken when an old mate pointed out one of the notices to me. Sheila is the old Guide leader and faithfully does an annual afternoon teas thing for the women. However the notice read
- Wednesday: Sheila's p.m. teas
Now I am not sure what we were supposed to do with that information. Maybe give her a wide berth, say nice things to her, I'm not sure.
The visit was rounded off with one of St Margaret's legendary parish lunches. Basically everyone brings a pile of food and swaps it. Everyone gets well fed and you get to mix your meals. Curry and quiche, lasagne and egg rolls, rissotto and diced cheddar and cubed pinapple. Then for pudding, trifle and penguins, tunnocks and jelly, and cheese cake and curry (there was still some left so it seemed a shame to waste it).
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