Off to Tideswell

Tideswell is a special place in our family.  As a 16 year old I would go to the Travellers' Rest with my brother Brian to "Folk Night"  - loved it.     

I have a lovely memory of mum and I going to the Flower Festival in Tideswell Cathedral  The Cathedral is so impressive, it towers above the small village but somehow feels like a well loved local church.   Every, six years they hold a flower festival.  My oh My....They set a theme, import flowers from all over the world and everyone lets their imagination go wild... (see my blog for some of the Harry Potter displays).

When, on the death of Henry II, the royal manor of Hope passed to his son, John, it took with it a  a chapel at Tideswell, attached as it was to the mother church of Hope.  Church and chapel were in due course conferred upon the Dean and Chapter of Lichfield and the Norman chapel was still in existence when Tideswell became a separate parish around 1250.

In the first half of the following century, work began on a parish church of grand proportions and delicate detail. It took an estimated thirty to sixty years to build, progressing from the Decorated period of architecture to the Perpendicular, as seen in the west window of the splendid pinnacled tower, inserted as the church was nearing completion. It is said that when the workmen reached the level of the belfry windows they were joined by an inquisitive cat, whose likeness they carved on the spot and which still peeps around the north-west angle of the tower.

Love it!

Chatswood

Managed to get a quick trip into Chatswood.... What an amazing house.  

Last time we saw Chatswood was from the air....A hot air balloon!

Loved stumbling over a Henry Moore sculpture (not literally luckily!)

Yorkshire humour

If you look like your passport
you’re not well enough to travel.

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010

At the eventual passing of the eldest Nun in the Convent, the remainder of the members decided that a special headstone was required for such a devout person.
After much deliberation the inscription "God, she is thine" was agreed upon and the local Yorkshire stonemason duly instructed.
The day before the ceremony the stone was delivered to the local church, but on closer inspection the Nuns were horrified to find a typo, as the inscription read "God, she is thin".
The stonemason was telephoned immediately, informed that "you have missed out the "e", and asked to rectify the fault post haste as the memorial was required the next day.
The stone was collected by the stonemason forthwith and re-delivered later that day having been duly corrected.
The headstone now reading "e' God, she is thin".

The works' boss, "Young Mr Peter" had to tell old Joe it was time for him to retire after 60 years with the firm.
The old man was indignant:
"So, it's come to this, 'as it? Ah'm not wanted any longer?
Ah worked for thi dad, thi grandad and 'is dad an' all.
Ah tell thi what lad, if Ah'd known this job weren't going to be permanent, Ah'd nivver 'ahe tekken it on".

A photographer up t'hi street advertised that he could retouch photographs. 
So in walks this woman with a picture of 'er departed husband.
I'd like this 'eer photo retouched, and while yer at it remove his 'at. I nivver did like that 'at. 
Aye said t'photographer chap. Now just before you go missus I must know which side he parted his hair.
E by gum lad, you must think I am reight daft, you'll find that out when you take his 'at off.

Have a look at this ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sB3ieNhEsDY

Longshaw

Longshaw was one of mum's favourite places, so it was lovely for us all to walk and share stories.  

Hiromi gets to enjoy Scones, Clotted Cream and Jam! 

Vale Mum - Beatrice Mary Howard

Whenever we took mum for a drive in Derbyshire she would sing … 

Here we go again

happy as can be all good

pals and jolly good company.

‘Come on’ she would say ‘Sing out’ and sing we would, again and again.

Good pals and jolly good company.  These were the things that made mum tick. She loved people, especially her family.  She loved to hear our stories… and to share them… with everyone.

She was kind and always ready to help.  I’m sure all of us here have fond memories of how she came to our rescue when we needed it most.  But she was also mischievous, and she often made us laugh.   Her ability to get a phrase… just a little bit wrong, made us all smile… “Out of the Blues” and “the man with reclining hair come to mind.”

She made us smile, she made us cry, she made us care about the world and people around us.  And people cared for her.  I know this by the many beautiful cards I've received from friends around the world, but I would like to mention one in particular, one sent by my friend Maria… 

It says…

Loved ones live on

In the words they said,

In the lives they touched and

In the happiness 
we feel every time we remember them

Our amazing mother will be remembered.   

She will live on in our hearts and minds forever.

R.I.P Mum. 

 Roger, Julie, Hiromi, Caleb before the funeral

Caleb, Roger, Nicky, Jonathan, Mark, Julie, Brian, Dot.

The Dawson Stags

Spring in Derbyshire

The Old Coach House Nether Edge

I don't know why I love Nether Edge so much but I do.  Sad memories of course, of mum in her Care Home, but love how this suburb has so many green trees (under threat), old houses, antique and junk stores, Cafe Nine with its Jazz nights and friendly crew.  So close to everything, Botanical Gardens, City, Derbyshire... Oh My goodness I sound like a real estate agent!

The Old Coach House was great.  We had upstairs and Caleb and Hiromi downstairs.

Our first meal was a disaster.   Great pub!  Over 200 whiskies (we don't drink whiskey) AND terrible food!

Luckily we found some great food at the Farm shop in Matlock... Oh no Hiromi... leave some for us!