tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post738671731211819037..comments2024-03-22T23:27:47.349+00:00Comments on EAGLETON NOTES: Frances is Not AloneGraham Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-35125779292951429712016-01-26T08:00:44.848+00:002016-01-26T08:00:44.848+00:00Travel safely Julia. I'll see you soon on the ...Travel safely Julia. I'll see you soon on the other side of our world.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-83406243021821123392016-01-25T22:41:06.715+00:002016-01-25T22:41:06.715+00:00I finally got to read the full story, sitting here...I finally got to read the full story, sitting here in our Heathrow hotel waiting for our flight back to NZ tomorrow. I look forward to seeing you over there soon. A good yarn by the way, and a great mountain to have the adventure on!!Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02413659678152839128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-89332524936524872742016-01-20T08:17:12.238+00:002016-01-20T08:17:12.238+00:00I had no idea that had happened CJ. All the televi...I had no idea that had happened CJ. All the television coverage I've seen has been of the towns but 5 or 6 months with that road closed will have a significant impact on Grasmere I would have thought.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-82701616834349397632016-01-20T08:11:05.261+00:002016-01-20T08:11:05.261+00:00Sadly, the Swan has closed for a few months becaus...Sadly, the Swan has closed for a few months because the collapse of the A591 in a few places in the December floods means there is no passing traffic. The road will not be reopened until at least May and traffic from Grasmere to Keswick has to go via the motorway over Shap!Scriptor Senexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17795521284516432520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-54814228771015402342016-01-19T22:00:27.708+00:002016-01-19T22:00:27.708+00:00Haha Lee. I found cantering the hardest of all the...Haha Lee. I found cantering the hardest of all the motions with which to cope. I've responded to your comment on Morse. One of the things about your photos all coming before your text is that they can sometimes be puzzling until one has read the text. Morse in amongst the original photos was quite confusing until I read the post.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-34898488710983714952016-01-19T21:57:16.082+00:002016-01-19T21:57:16.082+00:00Wow! You were really lucky, though. It could'...Wow! You were really lucky, though. It could've been so much worse, and I'm not referring to if the pub had run out of Tio Pepe!<br /><br />I only ever tried once to ride a horse...along with a girlfriend...we were about 12years old at the time. For whatever reason, we jumped on board a horse that used to graze around the local sports field. No saddle; no bridle; no reins. Believing we were the modern-day (late 50s) Calamity Janes we almost had a calamity when the horse began to canter and we both slid and ended up under its belly, upside down. We dislodged ourselves, unhurt...and I, for one, have never been on a horse since that day! I do love horses, though.<br /><br />I responded to your comment on my last post, Graham...explaining the presence of Inspector Morse...hang your head in shame, laddie! ;)Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-75042340228060466922016-01-19T12:18:18.961+00:002016-01-19T12:18:18.961+00:00Diane you are obviously another of we sensible peo...Diane you are obviously another of we sensible people. I really must stop just visiting your blog and start commenting.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-88143308933729128142016-01-19T12:16:23.714+00:002016-01-19T12:16:23.714+00:00DeeDee I am certain that discretion is the better ...DeeDee I am certain that discretion is the better part of valour when it comes to things like horse riding and if one is not addicted then why do it?Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-36578392405910040762016-01-19T03:40:19.962+00:002016-01-19T03:40:19.962+00:00That would be enough to put you off riding. I had ...That would be enough to put you off riding. I had a similar incident as a child. That stopped my ambition to be a horse rider.diane bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12002292118984909883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-77075755438076497422016-01-18T23:22:58.973+00:002016-01-18T23:22:58.973+00:00When I was a school girl, I had a friend named Kar...When I was a school girl, I had a friend named Karen who was horse mad. She invited me to spend the weekend with her family so we could go riding on Saturday. The nag I was given was supposed to be docile, but he spent the entire afternoon trying to scape me off on any available bush or tree. I found the whole thing so exasperating that I never rode again. My father, who loved horses and owned several before I was born, was very disappointed in me I think, but sometimes discretion is the better part of valour. After that I stuck to merry-go-round horses!Canadian Chickadeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12995693884248628958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-49905660530753081862016-01-18T17:22:52.089+00:002016-01-18T17:22:52.089+00:00Ruby when I broke three ribs a few years ago the p...Ruby when I broke three ribs a few years ago the pain was severe. I think it may be a case of which nerves are affected.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-71950015067487302182016-01-18T13:30:57.210+00:002016-01-18T13:30:57.210+00:00Thrilling story galloping downhill! You never feel...Thrilling story galloping downhill! You never feel pain with a broken bone. Its only after surgery the pain begins :)) i broke a bone in my fore arm last year and it is getting better after surgery. Rubyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02988802569095580501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-7005613807821576312016-01-18T08:52:58.890+00:002016-01-18T08:52:58.890+00:00Adrian I never owned a fully-fledged motor cycle a...Adrian I never owned a fully-fledged motor cycle although I have driven one: a Triumph 500. I seemed to have a penchant for things that were too powerful for my experience. I didn't have any problem with the Triumph although as you will know the possibility of a broken ankle when starting it was real. [I had to correct the last comment because even I couldn't live with the spillchucker's replacement of whatever I typed instead of 'motor' with the word 'moron' and my mixing of tenses was hideous]Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-18543208702820787052016-01-17T16:34:04.796+00:002016-01-17T16:34:04.796+00:00Just like life in the politics we are dealt YP I d...Just like life in the politics we are dealt YP I didn't have a choice. However I wouldn't have wished a bad end to Churchill. After all he did come back to make sure I was ok and probably couldn't understand why I had been so silly.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-62357250830742552902016-01-17T16:31:55.247+00:002016-01-17T16:31:55.247+00:00Virginia it was a relatively short period in my li...Virginia it was a relatively short period in my life and it was riding rather than horses that attracted me.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-84505550281497154992016-01-17T16:30:32.455+00:002016-01-17T16:30:32.455+00:00Meike I had left home and was in my early 20s when...Meike I had left home and was in my early 20s when I took up riding. It was just one of those challenges.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-44866424931130646582016-01-17T16:28:38.104+00:002016-01-17T16:28:38.104+00:00Jenny I'm not suggesting that the Doc was an a...Jenny I'm not suggesting that the Doc was an alcoholic but if he'd driven these days with that amount of alcohol inside hime he'd have been in trouble that's for sure.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-42901016967863907282016-01-17T16:25:51.845+00:002016-01-17T16:25:51.845+00:00I empathise with your wife Cro. There was no pain ...I empathise with your wife Cro. There was no pain from the broken collar bone but in a freak accident in Australia a few years ago I broke three ribs (confirmed only when I subsequently had one of my cancer scans). That was a horribly painful experience.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-54518279659689246672016-01-17T16:23:23.195+00:002016-01-17T16:23:23.195+00:00Red looking back at it I wonder how I managed but ...Red looking back at it I wonder how I managed but it's like all these things: we just do.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-589598874481194832016-01-17T16:22:09.868+00:002016-01-17T16:22:09.868+00:00Mrs Thyme it wasn't so much a case of being br...Mrs Thyme it wasn't so much a case of being brave but a need to know that I could do it still if I wanted to. Fortunately when I arrived back at The Swan it was well before dinner time. The collar bone just knitted naturally although the bone didn't join end to end of course.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-41868126684181603032016-01-17T16:18:09.998+00:002016-01-17T16:18:09.998+00:00Pauline it's the worst adventures we tend to r...Pauline it's the worst adventures we tend to remember I think and, oddly, with a certain fondness.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-13767936366024535392016-01-17T16:15:39.615+00:002016-01-17T16:15:39.615+00:00Oddly, Monica, the broken collar bone didn't a...Oddly, Monica, the broken collar bone didn't actually hurt. I think the only horse book I ever read was <i>Black Beauty</i> although Trotty did appear in Farmyard Tales.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-2306843058469385582016-01-17T16:03:24.608+00:002016-01-17T16:03:24.608+00:00For a while Helen I fancied the freedom and enjoym...For a while Helen I fancied the freedom and enjoyment.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-46113257711343649202016-01-17T16:02:54.177+00:002016-01-17T16:02:54.177+00:00Frances I certainly never ever pretended to be com...Frances I certainly never ever pretended to be competent enough to gallop downhill and I definitely had no addiction: I enjoyed riding on horses more than I enjoyed horses themselves.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784891745623390957.post-7148924261266493592016-01-17T13:20:47.282+00:002016-01-17T13:20:47.282+00:00I still enjoy the company of horses. I switched to...I still enjoy the company of horses. I switched to motorbikes as soon as I had enough money. ADRIANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07113961163396562781noreply@blogger.com