Tagged Yorkshire

The Mystery of North Cote Mine

“It’s about time you changed this car Dan” said Amy as she clambered into the back seat of his pale blue 1962 Mk 1 Ford Cortina, “it’s a wreck, my feet were soaked when we got here yesterday. There’s a hole under the carpet that I can see the road through”. It was 7.30am and the rain that had poured continuously the previous day had stopped during the night and it looked like it would be a lovely August day. “Sorry Amy”, said Jack trying to start the car for the fourth time, “I can’t afford anything else just yet…

One Day Soon I’m Going to Cas Vegas

The coach and four bound for Hull winds its way along a ribbon of stone and dirt. Not long departed from The Bull and Mouth in the fledgling city, a hard day of toil ahead. Tolls paid at Halton Dial the traveller’s carriage labours up the leafy tree-lined hill. The new turnpike unfolds through fields and English countryside. A rural idyll. A double-decker 401 to distant Goole, grumbling hot and sweaty out-of-town. Diesel fumes spewing into the wet, grey, winter evening. ‘Home is where the heart is’ and mine is by this noisy tarmac world. A fast-flowing river of cars, trucks, buses, and helicopters chasing sirens. The traffic is fast talking,…

Talk Of A Battle

The gate cold and functional. Hard to sneak into this field unnoticed, scraping of metal and bang! It gets me every time. A muddy leaf strewn path through rain flattened grass. The chapel alone at the heart of the field, its walls grey like the day. Trees rustle, wood smoke drifts on the breeze from the old manor house hidden in the trees. Birds sing busy with autumn chores. A little routine develops throw the ball, take some notes, snap a photo, throw the ball. Cars and vans pass on the nearby country road. I notice the motorway two miles…

Taws and Bottlewashers

I found a marble today, let me know if you lost yours we can have a game for it. When I was a boy we called the small one’s taws, the large one’s bottle washers. What was yours? It was just lying by the roadside with bags of rubbish. Why would you throw it out? It took me back fifty years to a carefree childhood. Hours of fun, free to roam and wander just be home in time for tea. No phone or money, just your mates and the big wide world to explore. The value we placed on these beautiful coloured orbs of…

Destiny

I think I had one of those meeting your destiny moments a few weeks ago. I suppose like a lot of these times in our lives, this one began many years before. I often think Victorian England must have been an incredible place. Vast areas of countryside unchanged for generations. Peaceful unspoilt land where hard work was the norm for common folk. Dark, dangerous cities spewing pollution and poison into the air and rivers. Driving the nation forward and drawing the rural population towards them like moths to a flame. My great-grandfather lived in both communities. He is someone I have always…

Freaky Friday

I passed a bus in York today. It’s lighted sign said ‘Not in Service’, of course it did. On freaky Friday’s things, just aren’t that simple and today is a very freaky Friday. The bus you see was full of folk’s tourist, shoppers, worker. Only I could see them it’s the truth, all anyone else could see was an empty bus. I saw it though I know the truth a never-ending ghost service eternally circling this ancient town filled with the lost and bereft. Ticketless souls who got on the bus but will never reach their destination.