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Post by tyrednexited on Jul 29, 2019 20:41:15 GMT
Had a very pleasant 11 mile walk today with regular walking friends. SWMBO and I have done the first half of the circular route before a few times - along the canal and under the trees was a good choice for today - but we usually do it as part of a longer linear walk, and use public transport out or back. This time, however, to turn it into a circle we returned across and behind a golf course which we see from the oft-used main road, but have never covered the terrain on foot. There is some very expensive property tucked away there (£1M+), and walking down the private road (public footpath) what should I spy next to the gates to one, behind a high brick wall, but a full guided missile system, complete with launch unit and radar system! We're not talking small here, I suspect it was a Bloodhound, but if not, certainly much that size and shape, and trained upwards. Whilst I was pointing it out to everyone, my walking companion pointed to the other side of the drive, where there was a full-sized Spitfire!. (It was pretty realistic, but might just have been a mock-up as we could only partially see it). Paranoid or what? (I did some research when I got home, and it seems likely that the house belongs to a younger member of an infamous local scrap recycling dynasty, which might just explain how they were sourced, though I thought railway engines and carriages were more their line!).
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Post by WDB on Jul 29, 2019 22:12:23 GMT
Is this where Sven is hiding out — and how he’s spending his inheritance?
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Post by tyrednexited on Jul 30, 2019 6:52:36 GMT
...if that were the case, I think it would have been railway engines and carriages. (also, no all-pervading smell of Brut. )
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Post by tyrednexited on Jul 30, 2019 16:56:12 GMT
Out walking again today, this time one of my regular, irregular outings with an ex-work colleague.
Walking along the edges in the Peak District, we both recognised a face coming the other way. Another ex-work passing acquaintance who I, at least, haven't seen for 12+ years. He shook hands with both of us, and asked me by name how I was.
After some minutes chewing the fat, we parted; I still hadn't recalled his name. I turned to my walking companion to ask (after all, he's all of three years younger than me) only to be immediately met by a questioning look, and "well, go on then...".
Stumped both of us, though it wasn't long before I said "I'm getting Dave, but no idea of surname!"
About an hour later, he suddenly blurted out the (correct) surname.
It's definitely catching up.....
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Post by Humph on Jul 30, 2019 17:21:55 GMT
Are you the one with the wellies, the one with the ex-army tie, or the one with the raincoat?
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Post by tyrednexited on Jul 30, 2019 17:31:58 GMT
Are you the one with the wellies, the one with the ex-army tie, or the one with the raincoat? ...today, I was definitely the one with the raincoat (didn't do much good, though). Anyway, you've really helped; I've just realised, it wasn't Dave, it was Wesley Pegden....
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Post by WDB on Jul 31, 2019 15:16:23 GMT
Are you the one with the wellies, the one with the ex-army tie, or the one with the raincoat? They only had one item of clothing each?? 🙈
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Post by Alanović on Aug 1, 2019 9:32:45 GMT
One more than most ramblers like, I'm given to understand.
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