No Room at the Inn
There’s a biblical reference for you - seeing as it’s Good Friday and here’s a literary one, taken from the title of a book I’ve just read . . . the best laid schemes of mice and men.
It’s a Bank Holiday, usually good news but your host more or less came a cropper at every fence!
It didn’t bode well from the start, early morning opening of the wooden shutters at Schloss Goldeneye revealed leaden skies (’leaden skies’ is in my newly acquired book Clichéd Hack Lines for Would Be Authors) - typical British Bank Holiday weather.
I sat out a short bout of rain and at 9.30 I saddled a horse and rode for Cleethorpes in the hope the skies would brighten - as per the forecast.
Sadly, twasn’t to be, Cleethorpes remained overcast bar the shortest of outages when the sun broke through the cloud just long enough to let us know just how nice it could be. Quite a few daytrippers had made the journey and it was at least fairly busy, some relief for the traders.
A bracing wind straight from the North Sea made its presence felt though it didn’t seem to stop the hardy folk of Yorkshire doing beach type things in beach type clothing - hardy folk these northerners
After quite a bit of walking I decided, somewhat rashly, to treat myself and do what I did a while ago and . . .
Have Lunch with All My Friends - as it happens an ambitious idea . . .
The restaurant was completely full, people waiting for tables inside and the queue you see stretches outside - who’d have thought so many people would want fish and chips on Good Friday!?
Picnic packed lunch then
Duly purchased I sat on a nice quiet bench outside St Peter’s Church and unwrapped my, now somewhat disappointing, wittles. No sooner had I taken a bite when a huge mob, yes mob I say, of people came marching, clutching banners as well, directly towards my bench lead by a man carrying a huge wooden cross on his shoulder.
They all began to assemble in front of the memorial I was sat next to and then promptly began to sing - I shoved everything back in the cartons and legged it for quieter climes.
It was clear the day wasn’t meant to be from start to finish, you can’t shape a day into something it doesn’t wish to be.
I hope you’re having a more successful bank holiday weekend . . .