Lunch in Midsomer

It was almost lunch time when I checked my mailbox, and found an interesting envelope amongst the normal junk mail. A pink envelope addressed to me in a female hand, and by the looks of it using a quill pen, quite personal and with just a hint of a perfume that started to bring back old memories. The return address held only a single letter, “S”.

I carefully opened the envelope to find it contained an invitatoin from Susan, when I first met her the name tag on her waitress uniform said Suzie. That was a few years ago, in the coffee shop just as it was demolished . Suzie and Mel worked at the coffee shop and we met off and on just after that and again for a hike on Hardknott Hill .

Now it was time to get together again. Her invite was to meet at the in Causton at The Golden Cross a short walk from the Causton Railroad Station at 9 o’clock next Sunday. I sent back a quick reply that I’d be there and began packing for a couple days in the country.

I arrived at the station on the 8:45 train, took a quick look around to get my bearings, I’d only been told to walk east on Station Road to the pub. I turned right and almost walked into Tom Barnaby, that is DCI Barnaby and Sgt. Gavin. Not wanting to get mixed up in one of their investigations I dodged them and walked to our meeting place. As my eyes adjusted to the darker interior of the pub I quickly spotted Melvin, when we climbed Hardknot we all called him Mel, but these days he prefers the more formal name. A small group came in just behind me, yes it was my sailing friends from the Whitehaven Marina . We all ordered some tea and biscuits while we waited for Susan. And a wonderful cup of tea it was. I was brought a pot of hot water and assured it was about 190F and an infuser of Lapsung Souchung. The others picked other varieties of tea.

3-149-03-march-27th-2016At 9 o’clock on the dot Susan came through the door, still trim with flowing Auburn hair. After the greetings were over she said our ride was waiting outside. Our itinery for the day was to visit a few small hamlets, starting with Burwood Mantle then lunch at the Black Swan in Badger’s Drift and if we still had time we’d go on to have dinner in Midsomer Mallow. It sounded like a lot of traveling to me, but Susan had arranged the whole expedition. Outside at the curb was a Red London Double Deck buss! We were going to ride in style.

What a surprise when we finally finished up the day, as we got off the bus in Midsomer Mallow we were welcomed by DCI John Barnaby, Dr. Kate Wilding, and the ever-present Sgt. Neslon who hosted a dinner for us, a dinner at the Mallow Inn featuring roast beef and Yorkshire Pudding. It must I’m sure it was prepared by an American chef, it was fantastic. Dinner followed by a digestif of good brandy. By then I was ready to nod off. Susan had arranged everything, rooms for each of us with a wake-up call for breakfast the next morning.

After steaming coffee for some and a pot of English Breakfast tea and scones for me we all loaded back on the bus headed to Causton for the morning train home. I started thinking, Susan arranged this trip, Melvin had organized the hike on Hardknott Hill. So it’s time I think about leading an expedition.

for Sunday Photo FictionMarch 27th 2016

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Where’s to sit

This week’s OWPC is Bench, usually something to sit on, but this week’s collection is of three benches, hardly in a condition to sit on.

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for Jennifer’s One Word Photo ChallengeBench“.

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The BIG Brown ones

The OWPC this week is “BEAR“. Ok, you don’t know what OWPC means? Let me give you a hint – One Word Photo Challenge. Not having many bears roaming in central Maryland I had to dig back through the archives once more, soon the word and the weather will work with me and I’ll get fresh entries for these challenges.

These two brown bears, probably injured Grizzlies and would not survive long in the wild, so they spent their time in a shelter area near Anchorage. Some of the other injured animals included Black Bears, a Bald Eagle with only one wing, some Moose and Elk.

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One Word Photo Challenge: Bear

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Smooth as glass

As usual Cee issued a great challenge, Things That Are Smooth, so a quick look back in the archives to a blace I’d like to return to, Kayaking on the Great Dismal Swamp. I took these two photos on “The Feeder Ditch”, a 3 mile branch feeds water from Lake Drummond to the canal itself.

Yes, the water is dead flat! And is “blackwater”, the color of a strong Tea, caused by decaying leaves, etc. Paddling that day on the canal back in August of 2013, the smooth water and not a noise or bird call mande the kayak trip unearthly.

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for CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE: THINGS THAT ARE SMOOTH

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Just a bunch of old Barns

Here is my entry for Jennifer’s One Word Photo Challenge with the topic of Barns.

Most of of thest are in central Maryland, all but the last one.

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This last photo was taken somewhere in Oregon.

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for: Jennifer’s One Word Photo Challenge: Barns

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Where’s spring?

dream_0145I paddled most of the morning when I spotted this small sandy beach. It was the perfect place to beech the kayak and eat the lunch I’d packed. I’d just started to take a bite of the sandwich when some seagulls started a raucous chatter, looking around I could not spot them. That’s when I realized that I wasn’t on a Caribbean island, and the noise wasn’t made by gulls. The cool breeze was really cold air, and the noise was my alarm clock. The sandy beach was in a dream.

6-waitingforspring_1776I shut off the alarm and pulled down the electric blanket and took a look outside. My dream seemed real enough, there was my kayak. But snow covered it. We both were waiting for spring. Well, there’s only one thing to do now, crawl back under the warm blanket and go back to sleep till the snow plow comes. Some day we’ll have warm breezes, a sunny sky and sandy beaches. For now the thing to do was to start a crock-pot of oatmeal started. That takes a little while to cook, so diving back under the warm blanket was not only inviting, but really satisfying. I’d get up to contemplate the day later. Kayaking in this time of year is only a dream.

for Sunday Photo Fiction – January 17th 2016

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