It's 11 years today since my dad died. He was a great man. He loved his pipe and a pint and the photo was taken in his favourite pub.. The Red Lion in Colne. We spent many happy hours there with him and I went with him for his "liquid lunch" in there every Friday for many years whilst we did his shopping together. We still miss him very much.
With all the glorious weather we have taken the opportunity to have a good few walks in the past week or so. Last week we walked up to Coldwell Reservoirs. There is an activity centre there which use to be a pub called the Coldwell Inn. The inn is very old and was a stopping place on the old packhorse route from Colne to Hebden Bridge. This unusual cross was on top so that you could see the cross from any direction. When the inn fell into disrepair i the cross disappeared and was eventually found in a garden in Nelson. When the Inn was renovated and became the activity centre the cross was placed back in its original place. A great place to have a brew and a bit of cake or even a meal after walking over the moors.
We have been decorating our kitchen and decided to paint the tiles too. After painting them then we decided we needed grout paint too. Off to B n Q once more and bought a grout paint pen. Great...nearly finished... last weekend whilst Steve finished off the walls , tiles etc. I opened the grout pen .... IT WAS BLACK!!! ....Who has black grouting?
It didn't say it was black on the pen itself and as you can see it looks like it's white with the white bar across the middle. As it was more than £5 we took it back to the store. On arriving at B n Q we were told we should have known it was black as the pen cap was black. After a great struggle they let us have our £5 back and we bought some white grout paint... identical, except with a white cap .... the manager eventually agreed it was very misleading. ... we went back to B n Q for something else today and they are still on sale ... wonder how many other people will fall for it too.
Every Wednesday morning I go and get my grandson ready for school as his mum starts work early. They live right on the top of a huge hill. Usually when I go it's dark but this week as we were having breakfast together the sun rise up over the hill and fell on my grandson's gingery hair. Luckily my camera was in my bag.