Week 91 of Gibraltar Diary

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Sunday 6th December 2009

We set of bright and early to go Norwich and arrive before it gets dark. Quite what dinosaurs have to do with cancer I have no idea but I love the way he is about to eat the van.

We have hardly been in the hotel for 5 minutes before we set off on a trip which ends up with us seeing Me and Orson Welles which is truly brilliant. This, of course, explains why the cinema is totally empty.

Monday 7th December 2009

We set off home in the rain. And arrive in the rain. There is a tantalising hint of sunshine but we never seem to get to it.

Tuesday 8th December 2009

At long last, the road under the canal on the way to Dunham Massey has been fixed. A small step for mankind but a big step for people who drive up and down the road on their way to the Trafford Centre.

Wednesday 9th December 2009

Today we do some comprehensive wandering about and end up in the centre of Manchester, which is still dominated by the Beetham Tower.

Later we go to see Planet 51 which could have been good but isn't. At least, the bit I see before I fall asleep isn't.

Thursday 10th December 2009

Today we set off for Sunderland, which is seriously up North. On the way we pass a Navistar International® MXT-MV. Wow, I want one. Not sure what the funky saucers are for on the back but they look really cool.

On the way back we have Hot Mochas in Bettys in Harrogate - well worth a 300 mile round trip. We had hoped to go and see The Men Who Stare at Goats but I miss the turning so we go home instead. Maybe later.

Friday 11th December 2009



On Friday night we have a bit of a party but some people get carried away.

Saturday 12th December 2009

In the morning I give my head an almighty crack on a low doorway and wonder if I should rush off to hospital - Natasha Richardson died on a ski slope from a bang to the head. I decide that since tall people bang their heads badly at least once every couple of years (more in my case), the risk must be overstated - otherwise there would hardly be any tall people left.

In the afternoon we go to Ruthin to eat at the new craft centre cafe. Quite why they needed to pull down the old centre and build an almost identical new one I cannot even begin to imagine. Still, the cafe is magnificent - and so is the food.



The sun is low and bright and we manage to get home before it is really dark.


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