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I take Mel from behind

  Fri 28th October 2022

To Lancaster. I went up because my mum was going to be there for a few days, at Kirsty's. She's nervous about using the trains, so I escorted her back as far as Manchester.

As we were waiting for her coach at Shude Hill, we both wanted the toilet. The entrance has these tall metal revolving gates, like the ones that guard entrances into building sites. I couldn't find a 20p piece. One man, on his way out, tried to reach his arm out to some button to fool the gates into letting me for free. It didn't work. Then another man came over and gave me a 20p piece.

When I got out I said to my mum "those gates are like getting into a prison," and she told of a time when my youngest brother, who's epileptic, had a fit just as he was exiting them and was trapped, thrashing about electrically, in a casement of immovable steel. Two security guards couldn't free him. No-one had an override key. A big Scots man eventually hauled him over the barrier by main force. It made me seethe, and I'm going to make a fuss about it. They are dangerous gates.

I said to my mum about seeing her in Lancaster again, the next time. "I'm not sure if there'll be a next time."


Mel's birthday. We went to Shrewsbury for a couple of days. I was going to say, "I took her," manfully swaggering at me paying for the accommodation. Shrewsbury, if you haven't been, is a rich spread of mediaeval domestic architecture, overhanging timber-framed buildings which have been threatening to topple into the street since the fourteenth century.

In St Mary's Church the mediaeval stained glass is a glory, six-hundred-year-old glass, collected from the Low Countries and Germany by a previous vicar; it's considered, according to our informed (human) guide, to be the finest ensemble of mediaeval stained glass in Europe. The centrepiece is an enormous, wide, soaring window of glittering colour, a Jesse window, which I didn't know until last week is one which depicts the lineage of King David. You can be ignorant of all the biblical references and still feel the big massage it gives to ones visual, aesthetic sense.


There's a titteringly-named alley in Shrewsbury. As this is a family-orientated site I have had to crop the photograph a bit.

8 comments

Comment from: Scarlet [Visitor]

I dread to think what’s going on beneath that sign!
Ack, those flipping metal revolving gates - evil.
I hope you see your mum again.
Sx

Sun 30th October 2022 @ 07:10 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Always leave something unshown, Miss S!

Mon 31st October 2022 @ 22:06 Reply to this comment
Comment from: PendleWitch [Visitor]

Not as good as Slip In Lane….

Mon 31st October 2022 @ 19:59 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Good evening, very good to see you on Halloween. I only hope it is a less rain-drenched evening there than it is here.

Now, for non-Lancastrians I have to unveil Miss Witch’s crafty attempted deception. https://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Attraction_Review-g187064-d23853184-Reviews-Slip_Inn_Lane-Lancaster_Lancaster_District_Lancashire_England.html

Mon 31st October 2022 @ 22:05 Reply to this comment
Comment from: PendleWitch [Visitor]

Nah, it’s pissing down.

I love that a Lancaster snickelway has a TripAdvisor review!

Tue 1st November 2022 @ 01:55 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

“[I]t’s an evocative lane,most definitely well worth checking out if you’re in the area.”

Well at least Neil from Liverpool doesn’t think the bar for “evocative” is quite low in Lancaster.

Tue 1st November 2022 @ 21:36 Reply to this comment
Comment from: kono [Visitor]

Grope Lane… i believe i’ve been there… maybe not that exact one mind you ;) … my favorite place to hang out is Fellatio Alley, lovely place for a cunning linguist to loiter… hmm that sounds a bit off, lol!

Wed 2nd November 2022 @ 12:07 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

You can see people doing some cunning stunts down here…:)

Wed 2nd November 2022 @ 21:14 Reply to this comment


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