The Cleveland Way
Each of those Whitby holidays was two weeks with grandchildren in August. The agreement was that Bobby had one day completely to himself. To walk along The Cleveland Way from Whitby. Either north towards Staithes. Or south to Robin Hood’s Bay and Scarborough.
Our August season of anniversaries continues with Diddley’s birthday on 19th August. She would have been 70 this year. She left us four days after her birthday, five years ago on 23 August. But this is a celebration of life. Just like last week. Tributes to Diddley are listed at the foot but, for now, we will reprise her 60th Birthday spent in Harbour View Cottage, Whitby with her family. Oh how we loved those holidays in Whitby. Two weeks over five years with me and the grandchildren. Always in August for the school holidays. Always also the Whitby Regatta. What follows was mostly taken over two days 19-20 August 2010. It was to be a seaside birthday with all the trimmings. Everyone was asked to send seasidy birthday cards. We had music, bunting, rude post cards, balloons and a very special birthday cake designed by Bobby and made by E Botham, the best bakers in Yorkshire. We made china on the wet day. Went out on a speed boat on the dry one. And the famous yellow boat in the evening. It’s hard to believe that ten years has slipped by. (more…)
And here is the last of of our trilogy of poems read by Bill Hicks. Roger McGough is first and
foremost a poet but was surprisingly popular in the sixties being a Liverpudlian in the Beatles era
within his comedy group The Scaffold.
Lily the Pink… The Scaffold: John Gorman, Mike McGear (brother of Paul McCartney), Roger McGough.
Roger McGough: Waving at Trains
Over the years there have been many times for the grandchildren waving at trains. Here’s just two:
The Romney Hythe and Dymchurch railway at Dungeness. Layla, Sonny and Ayla in 2010:
The North Yorks Moors Railway. Sonny in 2011.
Lighting a Candle for Diddley Waving at a Train
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August is a month of anniversaries. Some happy. Some sad. All unforgettable. We have named our first anniversary “Puffin“.
“Cotswold Choice” by Frank Mansell.
It seems we are having a short season of poetry. All from the dulcet tones of Bill Hicks. It’s not surprising given that the Strolling Chums all live near to where Diddley came from in the Cotswolds. You will remember that we have often told stories about her friendship with the poet Frank Mansell. Indeed, the second story ever written for Mindfully Bertie was ‘Frank Mansell‘. One of her favourite poems by him was read by a recording of Frank himself at her funeral. She had many stories about Frank. Who knows what were true or the result of her vivid imagination? She told us that all the places named in ‘Cotswold Choice’ were really the ladies that Frank felt unrequited about. ‘Slad’ in fact, she maintained, was her own mother Sarah! In the film that follows you will see views of Slad taken from Swifts Hill where we laid her ashes.
Lighting A Candle for Diddley.
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Bertie: “Bobby? Are you feeling OK, mate? You seem in a bit of a muddle.”
Bobby: “I think a lot of people are, Bertie, in these troubled times. Especially older people, who feel isolated while the world talks about all the things they want to reopen while we old grunters are just interested in staying safe. I wrote about it in Bobby’s Rant.” (more…)
A Sedentary Session.
You will remember when we stayed with Chris and Angie in the Cotswolds.
Bertie: “Bobby? How are you mate? We have told everyone about Jody’s Beans and Layla’s Library. You have told everyone how much you have loved books all your life. Do you still have any books from when you were a kid?” (more…)