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Saturday 3rd October 2009
Oh, I think I meant to delete a few more of these. Never mind.
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The stuff I wrote later on about not being bothered to upload the photos won't make much sense now, as I've now got round to it. Ah well, whatever. Yep, so . . . here we are, in Bolton-le-Sands. Blah.
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an accreted terrane of heterogeneous rocks
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God, it's such a pain having to name these entries sometimes. Wikipedia eventually gave me an interesting article about the Franciscan Assemblage, so that'll do. Anyway, I think the morning/afternoon of today was fairly typical of a Saturday at the moment - loads of tidying up and cleaning. Yawn. Didn't we go out for a walk in the latter part of the afternoon? Probably. I'm not sure. I think we went to Bolton-le-Sands or somewhere like that. We probably took a few photos but my camera's too far away right now (several metres away). Matthew (friend from school, now living in Chorley; I'm saying this to differentiate from any other Matthews I know) popped round in the evening, not long after 7pm. This was the plan: wander into town, get a meal, followed by a few drinks. M**** was to stay at home, baby-sitting. So yeah . . . we had a beer and then headed for town. Matthew fancied something Thai/Chinese (as in food), and as M**** had recommended this new (ish) Thai restaurant on, erm . . . a street near The Bobbin . . . we went there first. They were full so (plan B) we went to the Sun Café instead . . . they were almost full there as well, but they had a couple of tables free, so it was all fine. I can actually remember what I ate there and probably what Matthew had as well . . . but it's really not that interesting, surely. Suffice to say, food was up to it's usual high standard, although my penne arrabiata wasn't really spicy at all. This is probably a fault in my taste buds rather than the food. So yeah . . . it was all fine. Then I think we went to the John O'Gaunt for a pint of bitter. There wasn't a jazz band playing (thank god) and it wasn't really all that busy but it just seemed a bit dull, somehow, so we left after that pint. Then I think we went to the Sun (the pub). It was heaving in there and queuing up to be served was an odd experience . . . it probably wasn't as long ago as I think but it seems like years since I last had to queue to be served at a pub on a busy Saturday night. So yeah . . . I think we just had the one drink there and then decided to wander home, in a slightly roundabout manner. We walked past the White Cross, heading towards Prospect Street, when Matthew had the idea to walk through Scotch Quarry. I think we would have walked through here many times whilst at school, all those years back. It wasn't quite pitch black but it still took a while to find the steps leading out of the quarry. Then we had to clamber over the wall of the University of Cumbria in order to maintain a diagonal path across their fields (quickest route) and then we were pretty much home. The wood-burner was still going so I threw some more wood in. And that was about it . . . another beer, finish off the Glenmorangie (well, there was hardly any left) and off to bed.
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