I seem to be using this page as a means of collecting ideas before I dramatise them. We went camping this weekend with a new 10 man tent that we hadn't put up before so the sub-gale-force winds and hale that descended on us whilst we were trying to put the thing up were obviously a welcome assistance. It was fucking freezing that night so we ended up packing up and coming home. I'm starting to think whether camping is ever any good. Whilst I hate to think I could be defeated by a bit of cold, wind and rain I do wonder where the enjoyment is in freezing your arse off in the night then waking up in some kind of warm / cold sweat (a phenomenon unique to camping). This is a direct sign of getting old.
Anyway that's not the point.
we went for a bite to eat when we left in the Farmer's Arms in a village called Muker
near Richmond. This elderly couple sat next to us introduce themselves and start telling us stories about their time in the Yorkshire Dales, I meant to get a photo of them but wasn't quite sure how to ask.
Anyway a few notes on their stories.
1. Involved an icy stile, a hill and a tank full of sheep dip at the bottom. then it involved changing in the cold, going back to the house and having to wash three times before the smell went away.
2. Involved a field with a pig the size of two tables in it and a trained opera singer who went up and tickled it under the chin when the rest of the party jumped the fence to avoid the pig.
3. Involved the opera singer doing a turn in a restaurant and everybody declaring that it was the best night they'd had.
4. Involved her having tea at the Dorchester and spending £35 on three drinks, morning coffee is cheap at £14 for three apparently. He didn't like London she did and went with her twin sister and friend once a year that they saved for.
I'm not sure how all these stories fit together but I'm going to have a go at dramatising them asap.
I like the idea of collecting stories from individuals. There's a boating pool in the park near our house and you get these old men with their fancy model boats. I reckon they'd have some stories to tell.
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Seems we share a common dislike of sleeping on the cold hard ground in howling gales and pouring rain while the wind threatens to rip away the canvas flapping over your head.
ReplyDeleteAt least I can claim old age as my reason, not sure you'll get away with that one though.
Stories overheard in old pubs are always a good source of ideas, but I never bother to write them down word for word. Just file them away in your head, and let them stew there for a while.
When they do reappear, they might not be in exactly the same form, but they should supply you with ideas for years to come.
Chris