Had a great time at the crossroads by The Plough @ Lathom. They kindly let me park on their carpark and even better accepted a poster to display in the men’s toilet. Collected a bag of rubbish to much appreciation from passing motorists inc a tractor driver. To crown it all I received a donation of £3 from a lovely young man in a red Fiesta(?). Said thanks but like the Prophet of Doom suggested when he was 50 he go and have a PSA check. Could have been a little bit more upbeat but who knows it may be a vital piece of advice – if he remembers.
In was the perfect spot for appreciating
the abundance of our farmland. Potatoes thriving on one corner, barley on
another and wheat on the third with The Plough completing the picture on the
fourth. Couldn’t help hearing a rousing extracts from Oklahoma including
“There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow" and “Okla, Okla,
Oklahoma...” playing in my head. Just a passing reference to the personal archive, I first saw Oklahoma at Lowther Pavilion, Lytham when I was about 8. Couldn’t be done now but the family had a biggish van and Dad used to put an old sofa in the back plus some cushions on the floor for the kids so that the five of us with Grandma, Auntie Maggie and Grandad could be loaded up and whizz off to such events. I think he used to go round corners deliberately in a way so we would slide all over the place, giddy with laughter. So much for child and bumper seats but it sure was fun.
No comments:
Post a Comment