Isn’t ‘Heritage’ a peculiar word and concept? How come some things are ‘Heritage’ and others merely ‘ordinary.’ And who decides anyway? Being ‘National Heritage Weekend’ when you can get into approved places you might not always be able to, I decided to walk round the neighbourhood here and have a think.
Granby 4 Streets of course. Where I spent most of yesterday and much of the last week. This week we’ve started handing out the keys to the first Community Land Trust houses to come off site. This week they’ve started turning into homes. Heritage or just places where people live?
Now amended to show both coming out of and going into town, bus fans!
Spoiler alert. Early section of post contains hardly any bus photos at all.
Yes, here I am again, getting you to click on a ‘bus’ post and risking enraging you by spending the first part of it doing my usual walking around. Well that’s life and anyway, it’s my blog.
So the day does begin by getting on a bus. The 86 in fact.
The early morning deluge has just stopped, the sun is breaking through and it’s good to be out walking down towards the river. On an ordinary day, taking pictures of ordinary things. Which are not of course ordinary at all.
Yes, this is a post about bread and why it matters.
But first a bit of background about bread and me. You’d kind of expect that wouldn’t you, being my blog and all?
Come late summertime four years ago I was almost completely knackered. Three years of being Sarah’s principal carer as we both worried ourselves through the landscape of breast cancer, together with continuing to run our business on my own, had nearly wiped me out.
I badly needed a complete break. So with Sarah through the toughest of her treatments I took two months off working. And for the first week I went away. Continue reading “Real Bread Matters”