After a rather stormy night (gale, hail, thunder and lightning), this morning we awoke to discover that our landline and associated broadband had been knocked out. We've been here before, eh? Coupled with that thought, there were sad scenes at the local Library and Archive yesterday, as social media guru and madcap librarian Stewart Bain, put in his last shift before leaving for pastures new. The moment was captured for posterity and plastered, appropriately enough, all over Facebook. See here.
Upon viewing the video, Our Lass (who was already at a low emotional ebb worrying whether Second Born would make it to Orkney for the festivities before Storm Barbara intervened) promptly burst into tears.
[Sobs] "It was when he stroked her face!"
Folk up here really appreciate their library.
Which neatly brings me to a shameless repost of an earlier blog from three years ago, when we were sans broadband and falling in love with the books and IT possibilities of Orkney Library and Archive. See here.
And here's the Library's blogpost from yesterday.
Right, I'm off to hide, before Our Lass figures out how to log on to the satellite broadband feed and reads this.
Good morning Mr Tense, I've put a new blog out edalewalk.blogspot.com it may be an area you were familiar with in a past life. It is almost as short as one of yours! That could be the way forward, also explains why I've only knocked out 34 blogs and you've churned out over a thousand! Regards, Mark.
Hi Mark. I don't think I've visited Edale since the early 80s. Defo in '82 at the start of a two week assault on the Pennine Way, and possibly a year or so later, on the hunt for a tea shop.
I know...... when he stroked her face.....sobs....... I cried again watching it..... on a loop....
Oh jings. Just watched the end of the last Bake Off prog on the Beeb. Similar emotions :o(
Oh so we've been spared the repeat of your 'Bay Cough' gag then?
John, John, John, the festive editions of Bake Off were such a bittersweet experience. A couple of classic moments and lots of heart warming mirth. The sight of a stick of Horse radish in Mary's hand will take some time to erase from the memory. And now the show is over. Cake cannot solve all the world's ills, but it comes flippin' close.
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