Saturday 18th May 2019, 1.00pm (day 2,823)
Social commentary? Irony? Or just a decrepit but visually interesting corner of the urban world? Interpret it how you will. I was just passing.
There have been a run of eventful days in the last week and a half — today marks the 9th different location for a shot in 9 days. (To wit: Manchester, Portmeirion, Devil’s Bridge, Aberystwyth, Llangollen, Hebden Bridge, the Lake District, York and Keighley.) But whereas last Saturday saw us exploring the surreal delights of Portmeirion, today we went to Keighley to buy a mattress. And it was peeing down. Thrill a minute stuff…. But still, a decent weekend, as I hope these guys were having in their own ways.
Some pubs are football pubs but some devote their Saturday afternoons to the horse racing. We found ourselves in Keighley this afternoon and, after finishing our duties, as we do, gravitated to the nearest pub — with the bonus that this was about the first chance in my life that I had to sample the products of the Timothy Taylor brewery in the town of its origin. The Boltmakers’ Arms became the pub of choice — and very fine it was too.
Another gorgeous, sunny day. The Keighley & Worth Valley railway is visited by members of this family about two or three times a year. I know I spend enough time on trains as it is but it’s reachable on a single bus journey from just outside our house; it keeps Joe entertained; and they serve real ale from the buffet car. That’s ticking several boxes…