Nope! As we were – we're staying here! I've changed my mind about the WordPress site. There are things I don't like about it that I can only get rid of if I pay. Sod that, we're fine as we are.
Back to business. Two phones with me this evening because I remembered that I don't much like the new phone’s dark photos. And it was already dark when we forced ourselves to go out. Gosh, Matthew and I were both a bit rubbish last week when it came to walks, but I did build this blog thing; and Matthew made a film with James, which none of us have seen yet because James still needs to edit it.
So anywaaaaaay, we did drag ourselves outside for a little bit at around 10pm on one of the days, though I can't remember which one now. We had no plan, as is usually the case when we do these feeling-guilty-for-leaving-it-late walks. We went up this street opposite ours because why not.
At the end of that street it became clear that everything was going to frighten Matthew this evening. He was in a very jumpy mood indeed, possibly because he hasn’t done a night walk with me for a good while. ‘What’s that?’ says I. ‘Oh god, what is it?’ says Matthew. I was puzzled by his tone of terror because it was just a digger. ‘It’s just a digger, Matthew,’ says I. ‘Oh god,’ says he, ‘I thought you’d seen something like a creature.’ Not for the first time I wondered what he’s been watching while I've been working.
'Mother,' says Matthew, 'have you heard of the Four Horsemen?' 'I have, yes,' says I, 'do you mean Pestilence, Famine, War and Death? The apocalypse ones?' Because you never know, he could have meant a different four horsemen. 'Yes,' says he, 'those ones.' I never found out why he aked me, though, because the memory of them was enough to freak him out once more and he jumped out of his skin at absolutely nothing, and did that twisty turny thing that you do when you're trying to see in all directions at once. He changed the subject to Pokemon or some such, and we moved on.
Probably time to get out of the park! We added a little extra eighth of a mile or so by popping over to look at this ugly-ass block of flats, built around the time when there was a lot of leftover cream-coloured exterior paint in the area ... or whatever it is they use to paint blocks of flats.
We rushed home after that because Matthew had had enough heart attacks. Poor kid.
Until tomorrow, friends.
Back to business. Two phones with me this evening because I remembered that I don't much like the new phone’s dark photos. And it was already dark when we forced ourselves to go out. Gosh, Matthew and I were both a bit rubbish last week when it came to walks, but I did build this blog thing; and Matthew made a film with James, which none of us have seen yet because James still needs to edit it.
So anywaaaaaay, we did drag ourselves outside for a little bit at around 10pm on one of the days, though I can't remember which one now. We had no plan, as is usually the case when we do these feeling-guilty-for-leaving-it-late walks. We went up this street opposite ours because why not.
Presently, we found ourselves at the top of the hill, looking over at the new student accommodation that I saw the other day. It looks much nicer to me now that I know what it is. Matthew still thinks it looks like an abadoned warehouse, but that's because he hasn't been over that side yet.
Well, he was jabbering away again because he’d instantly forgotten about the terrifying ordeal with the digger, so I decided to stretch out the walk for as long as I could by keeping him talking enough to not notice me adding a half mile here and there. Crafty. I also gave him choices, like this one. 'Matthew,' says I, 'shall we go through the park because it's funny to make Aunty Trish and Grandma Denise worry when they read about the scary places we've been?' He chuckled evilly. 'Oh yes,' he says, 'we should definitely go through the park ... but only round the outside because we don't want to get axe murdered.'
He was quite right, of course. Everyone knows that the axe murderers always frequent the middle of the park. If you look closely here below, you can just make out a couple of them.
I switched phones a little way in because I wanted to see the paths that have been cut. This is pretty cool and everyone seems to like them. I guess we'll go back to the whole of the park being cut back when the lockdown is over, but I think that might be a bit of a shame. The paths look really lovely, and people are using them to social distance and walk their dogs off the main path.
I don't think I'll ever get used to the freakiness of this camera at night. It looks like I used a flash, but I didn't. It also looks like there's a fairground in the distance, but there isn't ... not right now, anyway. I'll try it out when the fairground does come back to the park – that'll blow all of our minds!!!
'Mother,' says Matthew, 'have you heard of the Four Horsemen?' 'I have, yes,' says I, 'do you mean Pestilence, Famine, War and Death? The apocalypse ones?' Because you never know, he could have meant a different four horsemen. 'Yes,' says he, 'those ones.' I never found out why he aked me, though, because the memory of them was enough to freak him out once more and he jumped out of his skin at absolutely nothing, and did that twisty turny thing that you do when you're trying to see in all directions at once. He changed the subject to Pokemon or some such, and we moved on.
Probably time to get out of the park! We added a little extra eighth of a mile or so by popping over to look at this ugly-ass block of flats, built around the time when there was a lot of leftover cream-coloured exterior paint in the area ... or whatever it is they use to paint blocks of flats.
We looked at the bridge as well, just for an extra few steps. 'Fancy a quick walk around town, Matthew?' says I. He looked across the bridge suspiciously. 'Hehe,' says I, 'don't you think it looks like the road to hell?' Matthew could only nod, so I suggested we just head home.
On the way past Skerton school, which has become even more overgrown since the rain started, I wondered what the black blob was just inside the gate. I didn't do it on purpose to scare him, but I said 'ooh, what's that?' and Matthew whirled round to peer wide-eyed back the way we'd just come. 'Oh JEEEEZUS!' he gasped, 'WHAT IS IT?' 'It's just bin bags, Matthew, chill.'
See? With the Oz-filter on the stupid camera, clearly bin bags.
See? With the Oz-filter on the stupid camera, clearly bin bags.
Until tomorrow, friends.
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