BB2104 : For
Auld Lang Syne
Monday
25th January
2021
Burns
Night. Terry suggested that we should
conclude our outings with a BOOTboys
BURNSbar.
Great idea I thought. Our American
correspondent wants more songs. Putting
the two together could only mean Rabbie
Burns, the National Bard of Scotland.
What
to choose? “ Red, Red Rose”? Too
soppy. “Tam o’Shanter”? Hardly
understand a word of it. "Auld
Lang Syne"? Later on. Meanwhile
there are 43 other songs to play!
Normal
Lockdown rules apply so independent reports
(Nicola would approve). The challenge was to look for interesting things more
than ten feet above ground level.
Don
& Margaret
Again
we were first out, or as Rabbie would have
said “Up
in the morning early”.
Cauld
blaws the wind frae east to west, The
drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and
shrill’s I hear the blast, I’m sure it’s
winter fairly.
It
had been a cold night and we wanted to travel
the paths whilst the ground was still hard.
It
was a familiar route on a cold but clear
day. From Natland to Sedgwick along
the old canal then return along the far
side of the River Kent to Hawes Lane and
back up to Natland. 6 miles.
A
big advantage of the early start was that
there were less people about. However
I’m not a great riser. In fact I tend
to agree with Rabbie.
Up
in the morning’s no for me, Up in the
morning early; When a’ the hills are
cover’d wi’ snaw; I’m sure its winter
fairly.
Don
Stan
and Joan
As it was such a glorious day I set off with Joan to see if
she could manage to walk up to Paddy Lane via Spindle Wood. Unfortunately, I
didn't mention where we were going and when we got to the muddy path next to
Castle Green I realized Joan was only wearing town boots. The alternative was
to walk round the outskirts of town and see if we could find six things of
interest above 10 feet.
First stop was a walk round Castle Street cemetery,
followed by a detour to the Stock Beck factory chimney. We retraced our steps
through Doodleshire past the Castle Dairy and Catholic church, over the river
to Gilkes and through the old Goodacres site. A sorry site for Tony as only
closed doors and empty barrels at The Barrel and The Tap, so we carried on home
via the river and Parkside Road.
My
music connection? Van Morrison. "Would
you meet me?..Did you even hear about Wordsworth
and Coleridge? Smokin' up in Kendal."
Stan
But
Stan- it is entitled Summertime
in England!
Don
Mike
B
Song:
The Witch of the Westmorland by Stan
Rogers
Pale
was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield
Loud
and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field
Saying
"Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound
There's
none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and soond"
Written
by Archie Fisher, his original version The
Witch of the West-Mer-Lands
is on his 1976 album The Man With A Rhyme.
The liner notes say: "I have borrowed, for this song, the form of the narrative ballad. The ingredients are a mixture of legend, superstition, and ballad themes brought into focus by the Lakeland painter, Joni Turner. As far as I know, the female centaur is not a creature of mythology, and this role of witch disguise was suggested by the tales of antlered women with bodies of deer seen wading in the shallows of the lakes in the moonlight.
For
a New Age version try Kate
Rusby.
Robin
Stephen
Mike
T
1.
Connections with my old home
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2:
Social Gathering
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3.
Used to be Henry's Spot
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4:
Centre of Commerce and shortly
remedies
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5:
A contradiction in terms
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5:
A contradiction in terms
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6:
Overlooking the residence of
the fowl (Gooseholme)
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1:
Vaux Brewery (Sunderland) sign on the former
Bowman
Inn
2:
Up
on the Roof
or the Rooftop
Singers
3:
Henry Roberts' bookshop
4:
Kendal Market
Hall
5:
To the Dwellers in the Place God Grante
Peace- No Vacancies at the Highgate
Hotel
6:
Overlooking Gooseholme
Stuart
Tony
This week's challenge was to look for and photograph interesting things over
10' from the ground. To my fellow BOOTboys this meant mullioned windows,
plaques on walls, flocks of pigeons and weather vanes.
However, to me it meant
only one thing - pub signs!!
Off I went with my travel mug filled with Douwe
Egberts on a memory lane trip round town to re-discover my pre-lockdown way of
life. I did a full circuit of our old town, sobbing uncontrollably at the dark
and empty, dusty windowed places of joy and merriment that I've known since my
teens.
But hey-ho I've had my shot and I'm good to go when the doors re-open !!
Did quite a surprising four miles (according to my fitbit!)
Terry
Down
in the BOOTboys
BURNSbar:
Great
Chieftan o’ the Puddin-race! That Man
to Man the warld o’er, Shall brothers
be for a’ that.
Being
Burns night, Terry challenged each of us
to talk about a whisky of his choice and
why we liked it. Inevitably most chose a
Scottish one (is there any other type, I
hear the odd cry). Mike T selected
one not from Scotland. Or to be more
precise, he selected The One. The
Lakeland whisky from Setwurthby, just north
of Bassenthwaite.
I
went even further afield. Or should
it be adrift? The clue is in another
song, the one that preceded Burn's Auld
Lang Syne as the Scottish Parting song.
Now adopted universally by the Irish
as their farewell song, if you click on
The
Parting Glass,
you will see and hear the best advert for
a drink that I recall seeing and the name
of my chosen Whiskey.
Fill to me the parting glass And drink a health whate'er befalls And gently rise and softly call Good night and joy be to you all
Martin
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Don
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Terry
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Tony
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Robin
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Stuart
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John
H
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Mike B
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Stephen
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James
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Stan
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Mike
T
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John
PL
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The
last words must, of course, go to the man
himself, Rabbie Burns, and
Auld Lang Syne sung
here by Maeve MacKinnon in
this beautifully filmed Highland
Saga video
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot And days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne
Slàinte
Mhath, Don
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