Something positive to start the week.
As I've not DONE anything positive yet, I'm going to blatantly republish something from my mate Jaxx's blog, if you're reading this hun I do hope you're not offended by my presumption, it's just a really nice thing to read in the morning and I thought I'd share it with my readership of two and a cat x x.
"As I'm waiting for the washing to finish.. the washing I've been putting off doing all day.. I start to think about the drive to work in the morning. On a good day, remembering its a 90 mile drive.. give or take, it'll take me an hour and a half. On a really bad day you can easily stick another hour to the journey.
I'm still smiling here. I have to admit I have one of the best commutes ever, well I think so anyway. After less than 5 minutes I can be out of this town into countryside.. and depending on the way I feel I can spend the next 40 minutes heading up the A1 towards Newcastle and the airport.. or I can turn left and head to Bishop Auckland. I usually go through B/A.. simply because I can't be bothered with the brake on.. brake off driving on the motorway.I say that to myself as I make the decision.. the real reason is the spectacular scenary along the A68 on the other side of B/A. It's also one of the straightest roads around here.. even though you have the occasional very sharp bend and almost mountinous peak on what are laughingly described as 'sudden crests'. There's one in particular I swear is a giant tarmac covered toblerone!! This is a singel carriageway up until the A69 which you travel along for a couple of miles before diving back onto the 68. Up a hill and the moorland starts to encroach on the farmland. There was some moorland as you passed Tow Law, but this second lot is wilder. The road continues along for about 25 miles until you get to a T-junction and the Otterburn/Ponteland/Newcastle Airport road intersects. Left turn here.. and you're on your way again, this time passing the Otterburn Ranges.. Red flags flying all year round just about. It was along here last week I'm certain I caught a glimpse of my first Red Squirrel.. loads of pine forests round for them here breaking up the monotony (as if) of the moorland and the (just lately) very purple heather. I've seen barn owls flying wild and free, deer, stoats, foxes, badgers, gazillions of rabbits.. and loads of buzzard type hawks. As I get closer to my destination, I'm taken through a valley sided by the reddest sandstone I've seen.. and I mean it's actually a RUSTY PINK colour!!! The very final leg of the journey has me twisting up a very steep climb, past a golf course and over a brow to look down onto one of the most beautiful valleys. Half a mil along a single track road and I've got to work.. park up next to the small copse, where mother keeps her chickens and go find the kettle. All the while I'm travellin I'm listening to Apocalyptica or Nightwish.. almost drowning in a kind of snsory overload.. Gawd I love the commute.. got it all to do in reverse the day after I arrive.. Smiles when I get into work.. smiles when I get home again "
As I've not DONE anything positive yet, I'm going to blatantly republish something from my mate Jaxx's blog, if you're reading this hun I do hope you're not offended by my presumption, it's just a really nice thing to read in the morning and I thought I'd share it with my readership of two and a cat x x.
"As I'm waiting for the washing to finish.. the washing I've been putting off doing all day.. I start to think about the drive to work in the morning. On a good day, remembering its a 90 mile drive.. give or take, it'll take me an hour and a half. On a really bad day you can easily stick another hour to the journey.
I'm still smiling here. I have to admit I have one of the best commutes ever, well I think so anyway. After less than 5 minutes I can be out of this town into countryside.. and depending on the way I feel I can spend the next 40 minutes heading up the A1 towards Newcastle and the airport.. or I can turn left and head to Bishop Auckland. I usually go through B/A.. simply because I can't be bothered with the brake on.. brake off driving on the motorway.I say that to myself as I make the decision.. the real reason is the spectacular scenary along the A68 on the other side of B/A. It's also one of the straightest roads around here.. even though you have the occasional very sharp bend and almost mountinous peak on what are laughingly described as 'sudden crests'. There's one in particular I swear is a giant tarmac covered toblerone!! This is a singel carriageway up until the A69 which you travel along for a couple of miles before diving back onto the 68. Up a hill and the moorland starts to encroach on the farmland. There was some moorland as you passed Tow Law, but this second lot is wilder. The road continues along for about 25 miles until you get to a T-junction and the Otterburn/Ponteland/Newcastle Airport road intersects. Left turn here.. and you're on your way again, this time passing the Otterburn Ranges.. Red flags flying all year round just about. It was along here last week I'm certain I caught a glimpse of my first Red Squirrel.. loads of pine forests round for them here breaking up the monotony (as if) of the moorland and the (just lately) very purple heather. I've seen barn owls flying wild and free, deer, stoats, foxes, badgers, gazillions of rabbits.. and loads of buzzard type hawks. As I get closer to my destination, I'm taken through a valley sided by the reddest sandstone I've seen.. and I mean it's actually a RUSTY PINK colour!!! The very final leg of the journey has me twisting up a very steep climb, past a golf course and over a brow to look down onto one of the most beautiful valleys. Half a mil along a single track road and I've got to work.. park up next to the small copse, where mother keeps her chickens and go find the kettle. All the while I'm travellin I'm listening to Apocalyptica or Nightwish.. almost drowning in a kind of snsory overload.. Gawd I love the commute.. got it all to do in reverse the day after I arrive.. Smiles when I get into work.. smiles when I get home again "
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 9:02 am
1 Comments:
I'm keeping up with you as well. I too loved that post by Jax as part of that route from Otterburn to the border is where my family come from and where I visit as often as I possibly can. If there is a God (which I seriously doubt) he would have made this part of the country.
Pleased to see you doing ok. Are you definitely coming down to Ipswich and if so what's the plan of action for the Saturday. The board has gone very quiet and needs a bit of guidance for the weekend coming.
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