Tuesday, 1 May 2012

The Big One (5-3)

Mayday - Mayday - Mayday, yes its time for another public holiday.

07:00 I woke up this morning to the sound of rain on the roof. It's a gentle noise that's supposed to be soporific. However, no lay in for me! I had to be up and out early this morning as I had to catch a train into Sheffield. So it was a quick scoot along the local nature trail with the dogs, before a substantial breakfast was consumed, it will be tonight before I get anything else to eat.

Are all or any changes for the better?

Are you like me, intrigued about where modern living will take us. Being self sufficient was once a way of life, a time when your dad had an allotment and your mother wore a pinafore. I can remember when Grandma used to set her pies on the window sill to cool. Now her granddaughters also set theirs on the window sill. After they have removed all the packaging to allow them to thaw.

Fresh local sourced milk was delivered to the door everyday. Fresh meat was on the table almost every day. Vegetables and fruit were available when in season. The family would sit down to enjoy a meal together. A time when body piercing was as a result of a war wound and not as a fashion statement. 

Now meat is provided frozen from half way round the world. Lamb from New Zealand and Beef from South America. Tomato's flown in fresh from the canary islands. Now it's television dinners and pre packaged meals for one. Welcome to the world of the boil-in-a-bag culture.

Our parents visited the local fruit and veg market once or twice a week. They did not need to be told about "eating five a day." Things were often repaired not just thrown away. Kids walked to school and many mothers stayed home, as a housewife. Slimming was unknown as your mother tried to "build you up."

Newspapers actually contained national and foreign news stories. Now they contain half naked tarts and adverts for holidays. Being a Journalist was still a honest profession, not a phone tapper's accomplice. The dross that now serves for a newspaper is full of politically biased opinions and few if any facts.

A time when smoking tobacco was "hip" and now its no longer "cool" and Brylcreme was the hair gel of its day. Maybe some changes were worth it after all.

09:00 On the train from Goole which was a first class service into Sheffield. 50 minuets later I arrive in the city centre.

17:45 I'm back on the train to Goole. After leaving the station in Doncaster. We are shadowed by a Yellow Air Sea Rescue helicopter for most of the way to Goole. We went out for an Indian before returning back to the boat.

Daily Total
Miles: 0
Locks: 0
Swing / Lift Bridges: 0
Tunnels: 0

Pump Outs: 0
Engine Hours: 0.0

Accumulated Totals
Miles: 628.8
Locks: 645
Swing / Lift Bridges: 104
Tunnels: 6
Pump Outs: 8
Engine Hours: 2088.8


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