A Nice Cup of Tea
While thinking about where she might go on today's walk, Tine noticed a very intriguing ad on her own blog this morning, for the Coast to Coast walk in the north of England.
Rubob tends to shy away from ads, but Tine said, "Look, Rubob, the Coast to Coast walk. I was there."
If you're like Rubob, you might not be inclined to click on ads, and that's just fine, but here's the link:
http://www.contours.co.uk/self-guided/wainwrights.html
Tine got thoroughly soaked on the tempestuous day when she ventured onto the Coast to Coast Walk, during her trek along the Pennine Way. She joined up with a group consisting of several very chatty, pleasant men and one very dejected straggler. As night fell, they found shelter from the thunderstorm in a loft in a barn -- all but one, who seemed forever lost on Hadrian's Wall, like the hapless shade of a centurion. But the straggler eventually appeared, dragging his bedraggled self and his sodden rucksack into the barn and up the ladder to the loft. He sat steaming in a corner for a long while, glaring at his companions, saying nothing. But after what must have been at least an hour, he gathered himself up, said, "Right!" and set about retrieving from his pack a small camp stove and all the makings of afternoon tea, including, incredibly enough, a silver teapot.
"Well," thought Tine, "I'd like a bit of that," and she watched the preparations with great interest. It wasn't long before the straggler -- or the erstwhile straggler, as the case may be -- was feeling very content indeed, over a reviving cup of Earl Gray tea.
"Earl Gray or English breakfast?" he asked Tine.
Tine said she would like Earl Gray, too, if she might. "I won't say no," she recalled an old friend saying to her, when offered a nice cup of tea.
"Lemon and sugar? Milk? Honey?" the straggler asked Tine. "A slice of Mountbatten cake?"
Things were looking up indeed in that dry and cozy loft on the Coast to Coast Walk, Tine thought.
As the site in the ad says, the Coast to Coast Walk was created by Alfred Wainwright. He, of course, walked the Pennine Way, too, and wrote "The Pennine Way Companion," which Tine carried on her journey. One of the treasures on Tine's bookshelf is "Wainwright On the Pennine Way, With Photographs by Derry Brabbs." She hasn't read the book cover to cover, it's true, but she treasures the book all the same. And she might just read it one day, maybe even this week.
"Extraordinary what an ad can do," Tine thought.
"Tine the consumer," Rubob commented.
Rubob tends to shy away from ads, but Tine said, "Look, Rubob, the Coast to Coast walk. I was there."
If you're like Rubob, you might not be inclined to click on ads, and that's just fine, but here's the link:
http://www.contours.co.uk/self-guided/wainwrights.html
Tine got thoroughly soaked on the tempestuous day when she ventured onto the Coast to Coast Walk, during her trek along the Pennine Way. She joined up with a group consisting of several very chatty, pleasant men and one very dejected straggler. As night fell, they found shelter from the thunderstorm in a loft in a barn -- all but one, who seemed forever lost on Hadrian's Wall, like the hapless shade of a centurion. But the straggler eventually appeared, dragging his bedraggled self and his sodden rucksack into the barn and up the ladder to the loft. He sat steaming in a corner for a long while, glaring at his companions, saying nothing. But after what must have been at least an hour, he gathered himself up, said, "Right!" and set about retrieving from his pack a small camp stove and all the makings of afternoon tea, including, incredibly enough, a silver teapot.
"Well," thought Tine, "I'd like a bit of that," and she watched the preparations with great interest. It wasn't long before the straggler -- or the erstwhile straggler, as the case may be -- was feeling very content indeed, over a reviving cup of Earl Gray tea.
"Earl Gray or English breakfast?" he asked Tine.
Tine said she would like Earl Gray, too, if she might. "I won't say no," she recalled an old friend saying to her, when offered a nice cup of tea.
"Lemon and sugar? Milk? Honey?" the straggler asked Tine. "A slice of Mountbatten cake?"
Things were looking up indeed in that dry and cozy loft on the Coast to Coast Walk, Tine thought.
As the site in the ad says, the Coast to Coast Walk was created by Alfred Wainwright. He, of course, walked the Pennine Way, too, and wrote "The Pennine Way Companion," which Tine carried on her journey. One of the treasures on Tine's bookshelf is "Wainwright On the Pennine Way, With Photographs by Derry Brabbs." She hasn't read the book cover to cover, it's true, but she treasures the book all the same. And she might just read it one day, maybe even this week.
"Extraordinary what an ad can do," Tine thought.
"Tine the consumer," Rubob commented.
posted by Tine at 10:15 AM
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