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Dracula and Captain Cook

Whitby on the Yorkshire coast. Famed because of Captain Cook and Dracula, not many places can claim that….

Whisper it, I read Bram Stokers vampire novel when I was about 12. I had just started Senior School and on the way home would walk past a little dusty old library. A tiny place, maybe not much bigger than a large living room. With so few books, I quickly exhausted the readable options. But on one visit, as I desperately tried to find something new to read, I noticed sat on the returned counter, a little book with DRACULA emblazoned across a gothic cover which had clearly seen way better days. Picking up the courage, I sandwiched the horror book between a couple of nondescript nonfiction books and hoped. Hoped the librarian wouldn’t notice. It was noticed….

A long over the top of the glasses, Paddington stare, was followed by clearly a few moments contemplation. Unbelievably the book was then stamped with the quiet warning…. ‘Don’t have nightmares…’

Little did the Librarian know, in-fact little did my Parents know, that for months I had been sneaking down stairs on a Friday night to watch the late night Hammer Horror movie on TV. As a result I was already well versed in Christopher Lee’s Dracula.

The book didn’t give me nightmares. But I loved it. I loved it because for the first time I was reading a story set in a place that I knew, a place where I had been. The book came alive to me, it still does.

Move forward several decades and I was summoned to see the Teacher at Hawklad’s first school. The Teacher was concerned that I had let my 7 year old watch horror movies. Hawklad had in class told the Teacher that he loved watching Dracula, Werewolf and Frankenstein. One little detail that Hawklad had left out was the name Scooby Doo. Scooby meets Dracula, Scooby meets Werewolf, Scooby meets….

On a sunny day like this one, Whitby even with a Dracula Museum, is probably as intimidating as a Scooby Doo cartoon. But come back here during winter, when a nighttime storm is battering the Port, when a thick fog has descended. Then try reading Dracula and not feel just a little bit on edge. That book can still bite…..

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Space

For a relatively small land, Switzerland often feels like it has so much space.

Sometimes we can have too much space….

When Hawklad was at Nursery and First School he had plenty of friends but things change.

Aspergers, going from a Tiny School to a huge Main School, Covid Insolation, Home Schooling, Rural Life, LIFE.

Currently Hawklad now finds himself self with only one Friend he has contact with, and that is only sporadically. Been like that for over 4 years now. No sign that position will change imminently.

Too much space.

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Dad

An evening Yorkshire Forest walk.

A thought struck me as we ambled towards the light. I would have loved to have done something like this with my Dad. Don’t get me wrong, we occasionally had trips out, but they were pretty rare. Looking back to my childhood I can still count the trips. I remember Dad taking me to see the 125 High Speed Locomotive, back then it looked like a Space Age Rocket rather than a Passenger Train as it passed through Darlington Station. I remember a trip to a Train Museum where I found an old ticket machine that dished out things that looked like raffle tickets. As we walked around the museum he eagerly checked out each steam train while I trailed a few paces behind. There was another trip to see a charity cricket match featuring the sporting legend Fred Truman. That was the trip Dad sent me into the players showers to get Fred’s autograph…. Not sure that’s happening these days…. A few trips to the coast to see a storm, sat in Dad’s banged out car, I’m eating chips while Dad is silently smoking.

The whole family would have an annual trip to Scarborough. Dad would frequently disappear for most of the days to do his thing. I can remember seeing him sat on a bench some distance away from the rest of the family as they tried to stop me from falling off the Donkey Rides on the beach.

That’s it, I can’t remember any other trips with Dad. Definitely no walks through a Forest….

To be completely fair, back then in our northern working class town travel was way less accessible. Few cars, even rarer aircraft tickets…

At home there was similarly limited Dad time. Dad might be briefly pulled away from reading the newspaper to talk, I might get a few words before he buried his head back into the racing and obituary pages. As Dad listened to his radio on an evening I would clearly annoy him with interruptions, you just know when someone wants you to shut up. Volunteering to take him a cup of tea to him while he sat in his Greenhouse might yield me a few minutes being told all about how to grow tomatoes or raspberries. Even when I was sent on a Sunday to the local Pub to tell Dad that his meal was getting cold, I would be lucky to get a brief nod before I was pointed in the direction of the door. On the way home again I trailed a few paces behind while. We just didn’t talk that much. So few chats with Dad.

Those times were so frustrating to me. I would have loved ME TIME with DAD, yet in reality MY DAD TIME felt very distanced. I’m sure it wasn’t the case but it just felt like I was often a nuisance, a bit in the way, an interruption to Dad’s routines.

The end result was I always felt distant from him. He didn’t understand me and I didn’t really know him. I knew he liked trains, liked cricket, he liked fishing, he liked gardening, he liked beer, he smoked, he was in the army. Looking back, I now realise that he wasn’t happy, probably chronically depressed and I still don’t know him. I will never know him.

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Misty Castle

Scarborough Castle on the tropical Yorkshire coast.

An exposed seaside hill, great strategic yet horrible comfort location. Wind, rain, mist, wind, rain, mist, wind, rain, mist, never ending cycle here. The Weather, Vikings, Baron infighting, Tudor rebellions, a civil war and a WW1 Naval bombardment has taken its toll. Hawklad pointed out that he couldn’t understand why the German Navy didn’t invade this undefended part of the country. Plus given it’s Scarborough, the invading forces could have been here for years without anyone realising. It could have been the first successful invasion in over 700 years. A few boats, land on the beach, avoid the seagulls, rent a few holiday cottages, start to order a few bratwurst sausages from the local Spar shop, invasion sorted, course of history probably changed.

But sadly walking around here in the cold, windy drizzle, thoughts navigate back to more somber thoughts. This castle sat on this bleak cliff, show the marks of history over centuries. I wonder what any ghosts walking these ruins would say when they see we are still doing the same things, still making the same mistakes.

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Cliffs

Evening trip to the coast. Park up at Filey on the North Yorkshire coast and then head north for a couple of miles along the cliff tops.

Destination… Filey Brigg

That was Plan B….

We had initially planned to head into Filey and walk along the beach but…

As we headed towards the beach, Hawklad froze. There were a couple of teenagers sat on a bench eating chips and he thought that they were possibly looking at him. That was it, he couldn’t walk towards them, he had to head away from them, as fast as possible. So with the beach path blocked, he pulled this hoody firmly over his head and we rapidly headed in the other direction along the cliffs.

He has always struggled with the sensation of being looked at by strangers. As a child he would frequently hide behind trees to avoid being noticed. Now he makes a real effort to dress in such a way that doesn’t draw attention to himself. He likes the comfort of his personal space and he definitely needs the comfort of blending in, being invisible. That’s why he can survive football or concert crowds, he feels blended into the background, unseen with people completely focused on other things. So he can sit reasonably comfortably in a crowd of 50000 yet be frozen to the spot by just two teenagers. Thankfully the only eye contact after that was with angry looking seagulls….

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Donuts

Another late evening trip out for Hawklad, this time a couple of hours drive to the beautiful Peak District. It might well have been quicker but I managed to get lost in the dreaded Yorkshire Twilight Zone, otherwise known as the city Sheffield’s road network.

On the bright side, while lost we discovered a Dunkin Donuts store. One of those occasions where I happily ignore any gluten issues I may have for the GREATER GOOD….

The downside of evening trips is that you can far too quickly start to run out of light, BUT for those couple of hours, having somewhere as amazing as this place basically to ourselves, absolutely wonderful for Hawklad.

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Lighthouse

The Lighthouse at Flamborough Head. Still going strong after 200 years.

I like lighthouses, they are simple to understand. You see one and know exactly what you are going to get….

We sat down to watch a movie last night, Fight Club. As I sat with my coffee I was ready for a couple of hours about boxing, maybe unlicensed, probably featuring an underground boxing club. Think Rocky mixed with Dead Poets Society.

I won’t give the plot away but how wrong was I with that assumption. It was like sitting down to watch a harmless romantic comedy like Notting Hill and then finding out it’s actually a slasher horror film set on a Space Ship.

After the movie Hawklad said that this time, the real movie entertainment was watching my increasingly confused and bewildered expression.

It’s just me, I don’t get out much these days 😂😂😂😂😂

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Streams

As a child I lived in a seaside town that was bizarrely lacking in water. We were definitely a bit short of streams, lakes, ponds and rivers. One really big river but that was many many miles away. No streams….. If you wanted water then it was about walking for 40 minutes to get to the beach. Yes the local park had a boating lake, but that lake had more shopping trolleys than water. Maybe that’s why I now have a real soft spot for villages built around water.

That’s definitely why I always love walking around Thornton-le-Dale.

My Partner’s Mum used to live here. One evening we were walking around the village when we came across a well dressed chap pulling himself out of a stream. He was an absolute state, dripping wet. As we asked if he was alright, he muttered something about ‘daydreaming and suddenly finding himself falling into water’. I’m not sure he was so enamoured with village streams.

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6.30PM

Summer poses its own set of challenges. This season’s weather hasn’t been great with few warm weather days. Yes there has been sun but it’s often felt more like late October than high Summer. But the weather hasn’t deterred the crowds. Try to go anywhere around midday and the car parks are mobbed. Hawklad doesn’t do mobbed car parks….

But leave it until the evening and suddenly the car parks are empty. Ok that usually means the venue is shut but not everywhere. Just like Dalby Forest. A few hours earlier this walk would have been rammed with hikers, dog walkers and mountain bikers but now at 6-30pm it’s all change. It’s quiet, we are the only car in the car park. A 2 hour walk and we didn’t see another soul.

Or just like 6-30pm on the North East Coast. A couple of intrepid surfers enjoying warming drinks on the beach. A couple of ball chasing dogs with well wrapped up owners. That’s it. Solitude.

Yes 6-30PM cuts down the places open but it opens up so much space and peace. It works for us. Just don’t forget the Woolly Hats, it is Summer here.

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Plan D

The Farmer has been busy…

I wonder where the Farmer goes for a holiday.

Chatting with a work colleague who was literally busting about his upcoming trip to Cornwall next week. He had just booked in to a luxury hotel with its own golf course, a few days of golf and pampering. He apparently hadn’t played golf in years. Seemed odd as I had thought that he had mentioned golf in Scotland a few months back.

Silly me mentioned that to him and the normally ultra talkative colleague was unusually silent. Silence eventually broken by a sharp intake of breath and the timeless herald of one of those monumental life mess-ups, summed up perfectly in one simple but effective word …. “BO##@@@S”………

Turns out that the poor chap had a few months back already booked a similar golfing package in Scotland for the week ahead AND HAD COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN about it….

At least he saw the humour ….

“Like pigging buses, you wait for ages and then two come at the same time…..”

I wondered which one he would cancel….. turns out kinda neither …..

Three days golfing in Cornwall (rather than 6), an overnight drive (9 hours), then two final days golfing in Scotland. Well that was PLAN C. Today he went down with COVID, so I guess it’s PLAN D for next week now.

I wonder what simple and effective word he will be using right now to describe golf, next week.