...and on the third day he created clutter

Had a morning of tidying the shed, how is it the things you think you might need, end up the things you never use, and get on ones pips. Thrown out bits and bobs, this and that and quite a bit of the other, and still the shed looks full. I think the time has arrived to remove the garden chairs from the back of the shed, place them neatly around the table, remove the rain cover, and watch it rain from now till autumn.

Had a short drive to the coast this afternoon. Our nearest points being Seaton Carew or Hartlepool. I say they're the nearest, and that's the only plus point about them. If we'd had a little more time, we certainly wouldn't have chosen either. Anyway, a bit of sea air, a good lung full of the local ICI chemical waste and we're back home with rosy cheeks....either sea air or radiation.


Weather was nice, if a little cold for the other half. Poor dear needs her sunshine.
The local yobs added to the lovely ambiance, with their clever handbrake turns on waste land, creating a lovely cloud of dust....PRATS.

We met the Hartlepool monkey, and to those who don't know the tale, here's a brief outline.

The monkey-hanging legend is the most famous story connected with Hartlepool. During the Napoleonic Wars a ship was wrecked off the Hartlepool coast.During the Napoleonic Wars there was a fear of a French invasion of Britain and much public concern about the possibility of French infiltrators and spies.
The fishermen of Hartlepool fearing an invasion kept a close watch on the French vessel as it struggled against the storm but when the vessel was severely battered and sunk they turned their attention to the wreckage washed ashore. Among the wreckage lay one wet and sorrowful looking survivor, the ship's pet monkey dressed to amuse in a military style uniform. The fishermen apparently questioned the monkey and held a beach-based trial. Unfamiliar with what a Frenchman looked like they came to the conclusion that this monkey was a French spy and should be sentenced to death. The unfortunate creature was to die by hanging, with the mast of a fishing boat (a coble) providing a convenient gallows.

To be hung or spend it's life in Hartlepool...I think the poor creature got the best choice.

Just to clarify matters, the monkey's the top photo....

Work again tomorrow morning, nice and early at 6, I bet there's a lovely atmosphere in the canteen when we all arrive. A room full of grumps no doubt. Only a short week I suppose, but it doesn't make it any easier.



Catch ya later then.... Well I will if I carry on with the blog.