Today’s news is that the car transporter, Hoegh Osaka, featured yesterday was deliberately run aground when it developed an unexplained list. The decision was apparently taken in order to protect the shipping lanes. Recovery is expected to take some days with minimal disruption to the port of Southampton. Here is an extract from a comment posted by my friend Barrie: ‘Thank God nobody was hurt the Captain and Pilot deserve a medal’.
Feeling a bit like the sage green reflections in the muddy pools, on a very mild, heavy, overcast morning I took a lethargic amble along the path through Roger’s field off Downton Lane.
I have mentioned before my trip with Matthew to Uncle Ben and Auntie Ellen’s home in Bolton. This was for the purpose of running the Bolton Marathon in 1982. It was in that year that I took a series of black and white photographs, the negatives of which I scanned this afternoon. They span more than one part of that summer, so today I will address those relating to that visit. Mat and I climbed up to the moors above Horwich,where it was a bit bleak. I reproduce some of the photographs here. Mat can be seen in the last two. I am grateful to my cousin Yvonne Burgess for identifying these as scenes of Rivington, the Pike so named being seen in the distance in the final moors picture. See her comment below for the Good Friday custom.
A further description of the Bolton event features in ‘A Welsh Interlude’, as does my maternal grandmother.
This evening the five of us dined at The Plough in Tiptoe. Everyone enjoyed their meals. Mine was steak and Guinness suet pudding followed by mixed fruit crumble and custard, with which I drank Doom Bar. Given that a ‘Sorry Sold Out’ sticker was placed on the blackboard across my choice almost as soon as I had ordered it, that was clearly a result in football parlance.