Geography field trip pictures

Yes last week was Geography Field Trip where the weather really decided it didn't want to play nice with all of us really but we did get to see a few things.

 Some indication of how naughty Weather was can be seen from this stream near Newby Bridge, Westmoreland where the water levels were high and it was flowing very fast which was taken on a steam train.

They think we're baa'ing mad to leave them out to roam on wet fields but dry stone walls are an interesting feature in and around the Lake District looking at us thinking we'd lost our marbles but actually apart from some muddy bits 1EB made its way exploring and taking notes for return to school without injury or losing anyone along the way.

 One thing we looked at was managing woodland and were able to see National Trust forestry workers at work taking out damaged or otherwise dead trees first hand, talking with them.

Trainspotting in the Lakes

In 2020 I accepted an offer to go trainspotting, just like they did while in the past I'd of passed up on it unless it was part and parcel of being under the care of an Uncle or my Dad, taking pictures and even volunteering to go into a railway station museum.

I actually loved doing it in the company of men

This is Carnforth railway station in Lancashire out and about visiting things which I'll post over the next few weeks.

I'd of been in toned down uniform as the plan did involve some suitably brownie like rovering, gathering things for art projects, going on hikes in the great outdoors so a little bit of thought to how some items *may* look to the muggles helps although to be honest everybody accepts me as that "Little" here with those changes. 
I'll talk about those bits next week

One thing that used to irritate me was how dad always took us to train places when we'd rather do other things  so one thing I have been doing is visiting those things from the side the gurlish me loved on my own terms.

The Museum at Carnforth Station and then on to a live steam railway.

Plumpton Bear

The very train I travelled on from Haverthwaite to Lakeside and back by steam traction.

There I am on the train!

In the engine shed, the smell of oil bought back boyhood memories of the many sheds I went around but I was in here cos I felt I belonged, talking with men about the exhibits on my terms.
I always loved engineering as a boy then and today I felt at peace with being here and being who I am. A Little.

That to me is the point apart from going places I've never been before and creating new 'little memories' which bearing in mind my disabilities is no bad thing at all as helps when I'm not so good and also helps with my memory which I have problems with.

I am moving on.

See you next week!

Sanriotown issues

 

It was with some shock to find on Friday last an activity that had been a part of my internet life for a long time just wasn't available outside of the other business talked about elsewhere and still isn't available as I type this.

For almost as long as this blog has been going, Sanriotown.com was the first port of call not just for The Game but also things such as the busy forum where by design discussions were never 18+ which suited me as most adult conversations go over my head and don't really fit in my life, offered wallpaper and screen-savers.

It tied into my kawaii centred feminine boy side totally.

They also has something I just adored, a oh so kawaii email with customization of the domains for whatever Sanriotown character you liked  which for me meant I had a me @hellokitty.com email address that linked directly to things such as ecards you could people at Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas and that.

When I went to look at it, my email had gone with over a decades worth of stored emails from past organizations and acquaintances 

The overall impression is that sanriotown.com and Hello Kitty Online is for all intents and purposes dead joining other sites we used such as experience project, friends reunited, beststuff and the GeoCities blogging platform in the internet graveyard. 

The Boy and the Mouse

After last week's excursion we're back to more regular ground  here after spending a few weeks with a few friends reading The Mouse and the Motorcycle from cover to cover. 

You see, and I'm no expert on literature, actually that had it of come from this side of the Atlantic would be seen a classic Boys Own  novel which of course it is really because the motorvation was writing for her (Beverly Cleary's) son and no girls are involved.

It captures that boyhood friendship between the mouse in room 216 and him at a level we'd get, the trust and betrayal when Ralph loses Keith's beloved motorcycle but how Ralph risked his life to get him the aspirin that saved his life from a fever.

Keith could of been any of us at the age of eight or nine with our collections of toy cars we'd play and Beverly's son did play with them while sick as many of us did, capable of striking up a friendship over shared interests.

And we're all carrying around a bit of 'Keith' as sophisticated as we may feel as much as we all can identify with Ralph's longing for freedom, independence and adventure  being probably as reckless in his innocence too, having scrapes in our pasts.

To me, between the pages of The Mouse and the Motocycle lies the spirit of childhood in rude health .

Let's drink to it.