A quiet Easter Sunday, we went to Hebden Bridge on the bus to visit Lillie working at the cafe. Hebden was packed, it always is being a tourist hotspot. There was a lively market mostly selling food, dogs galore, and motorbikes roaring into town. Also of course the local talent singing their hearts out. The cafes were packed, the sun shone, people eating outside. Poor Lillie flying up and down the stairs from the kitchen with heaped plates of food on her arm, listening with grave attention as to what sauces people wanted looked as though she had done it all her life.
Not much open in the way of shops, but Karen's favourite charity shop was open and so we pottered around in there. I have zero need to acquire much more, so I just browse, whilst the ever eagle eye of my daughter sorts for the expensive labels. You would be surprised how much a charity shop makes in a good area.
I forgot the lady standing with her protest stall for the Palestinian people. A subject so, so sensitive in this country because we are not allowed to call Israel to judgment over their treatment of the Palestinian issue. When will discussion be free and easy and not plagued about being politically correct should we venture into territories that are hamstrung by political dictate.
No plants for sale in the market so I have sent off for some, not that I like doing that because of all the packaging they arrive with but I miss fresh herbs. Also bought lavender plants, I love their soft grey and the way the bees browse.
It reminds me of Paul, when we stayed in the little 'Teacher's Cottage' in Avebury in the depths of winter. On the first night I had bought a chicken to roast, and had spied earlier on rosemary in the front garden. I asked him to go and get some and he came back with lavender spikes, his excuse he could not see in the dark.
You will see in the photos the grey of the houses, which tends to pull the soul down as far as I am concerned. Some balance precariously on the steep slopes but as the bus takes you through the valley, the rock of the hills breaks through and you realise there is solid ground everywhere.
There is no middle ground left in which to freely discuss the reality of Palestine, or trans gender issues.
ReplyDeleteSocial media has put paid to that Tom. J.K.Rowling found that out unfortunately, everyone has an opinion.
ReplyDeleteNice to see people in short sleeved shirts and shorts! We have a bit of snow here this morning! My daffodils are hanging their heads!
ReplyDeleteYes it was quite warm yesterday Ellen, nearing 20 degrees but there was a sharp wind when you turned a corner or two.
DeleteDitto what Ellen said. Snow today and tomorrow here. :(
ReplyDeleteSpring is teasing you Debby ;) and I think you have sown a lot of vegetable seeds as well.
DeleteI see what you mean about the crowds.
ReplyDeleteTourist hotspot Pat, just right for the people from the big Northern towns.
DeleteI used to visit thrift shops with two or three friends. They were good at spying what they wanted. An friend my age accompanied one time, and as usual I was not buying and neither was she. My friend did observe, "This is all the stuff we got rid of. And our mothers, too." Spot on.
ReplyDeleteYes it goes round and round Joanna. Some people collect specific stuff, often what you see is because someone's house is being emptied after their death.
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