Well needless to say...00:27 Mar 11 2013
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Well needless to say, I had not slept well and, throughout the night I was listening for my Dad’s unwanted visitors to return. So, when I rose after an hour or so’s sleep, to go shopping with Dad, I had been well shattered. Once home I’d answered a call from the police, with a PC telling me what they could do for my Dad. Much later, I had taken a second call from the police and, this time an inspector. He had told me what they couldn’t do, identify the burglars: which had not been surprising to me, after all they had no fingerprits.All I can say is that Dad was fortunate, as he hadn't got hurt. Anyway... Come the evening Barry had called, for awhile. Once he had left I sat to watch ‘Crash Of The Titans,’ the 2010 film, as I sat to type of the way of the day. The film had been a modern take on the old Ray Harryhausen films, I’d liked so much as a child; and thankfully, the CGI was an overkill, as it replaced the stop-motion I’d admired, so much they acted to prompt me to make some animated films of my own. And, the actor playing Perseus Sam Worthington was excellent, reminding somewhat at time’s of Jason Bourne, in full-on action man mode.
Early Saturday morning I rose, after a reasonable sleep. And, I got to speak to Mandy on the phone, to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Mandy, which I’d appreciated. A little later Barry called and we went a drive, on well-grey sky day, with sporadic drizzle. Our first stop had been Bury Market, which I do think is one of the finest markets ever; then onto the Radcliffe Archimedes Screw, which we’ve intended to see for ages, because of my interest in water screw technology. Then Barry had driven us through some beautiful countryside, littered with remnants of the North’s Industrial Past. And, we had parked on the road opposite Fred Dibnah’s house, which as Barry pointed out, has a pithead in the back, which links up to the graveyard. All-in-all, I have to say, I almost wish I’d gone on the tour round his place, as it looked very interesting. That said, I got photos of what I’d seen of the place and, that was good. From there we had driven what seemed a pretty fair distance, while there was a more than fair-sized traffic-jam on the other side of the darn motorway, to an area called Blackrod and part of the late Lord Lever’s estate, the vast grounds of woodlands, a lake; a long pathway leading to the lake with Lord Lever’s Folly built to overlook it, a castle ruin. I had thought the ruin, called Liverpool Castle looked awesome and Barry and I had toured the place all over, including inside one of the walls, that had an arrow-slit window and, an excellent view of the lake. It’d been a fantastic place and, I’m pleased to have seen it. Yet, time had been running out and, I had toasted cheese to cook, for tea. Come the evening I’d had to rest my knees, which wasn’t really surprising, after all the walking I’d done during the day. After I rose and made Dad’s drink, I wrote as I watched ‘Insidious’ and then ‘Limitless,’ which had held me quite spellbound, till the early morning.
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