I was up well before the Lark this morning. The dogs were walked. The van packed up. I was standing outside a proper butchers in Barnard Castle waiting for them to open at seven o’clock. I wasn’t as sharp as usual this morning and neither is this picture, dumb cluck that I am, I only took the one. Don’t give William Peat’s butchers more than a quick glance or you’ll be away to the opticians.
This is how butchers shops in this country are now………….I used to like these shops with sawdust on the floor, those big steel rails on the ceiling. The large ‘S’ shaped hooks supporting half and full carcasses. Somehow one felt more in touch with ones dinner. Not to mention the fact that I could tell old from young and well hung from short hung. Beef used to get the slightly high, black bits and it tasted the better for it. A quick wipe with a wet rag and It was away to the oven. This is so sterile that it’s little wonder folk drop like flies if they come within a yard of bacteria……………………..Not William Peat’s fault…………….it’s those Safety Elves again. Try buying a kidney that has not been inspected. I can tell myself………….if they look a bit odd…………chuck it away or give it a noisy neighbour. Not a nosey one. The soft flabby kidneys usually whiff a bit.
Meat for the busy executive?………….it really is a wonderful display of raw marinade meats and kebabs. A grand shop. I don’t buy this stuff. It looks as if the butcher has thrown up on it or worse…………Horses for Courses!
Just in case you thought the butcher had given me free meat…………I’ll include one for the vegetarians. Not all this shop sells is edible but as the saying goes ‘ Suck it and see!’ Anything is good enough for Vogans!
Grace at GRAMMIES RAMBLINGS . Accused me of suffering from A.D.D. She has not posted since Irene struck and despite her questioning my sanity I hope she is okay. I meant fine. Okay is a nasty Americanism but better spelt as I have than written OK! I spent years listening for hurricane warnings on Radio France they call them Ourangan……..a lovely word for a vicious storm. See! I just get side tracked. Nothing wrong with that!
I did say yesterday that I’d pay a visit to an Abbey. I can!.. Remember What I Said!
This is what remains of Egglestone Abbey. The sarcophagus………(by gum that took some spelling)………in the foreground was the last resting place of Sir Ralph Bowes of Streatlam……….he was placed in here in 1482. I presume he was dead. No telling in those days! No sign of his remains either. All about cadavers today! Or about France. Cadaver is a French word only they spell it wrong. Cadavre they say but they are, ‘The Ones’, for rolling ‘Rs’.
I know where I’m going with this……………………………………
You may be getting a wee bit bored but these are French windows…………..not the sliding ones! Who am I writing for? These have no tracery between the mullions. Cunning blighters are the French. This was built in 1195 by, if I get this right or wrong spell chucker will not come up with better, Premonstratensian canins. Bugger! I spelt canons wrong. These Canons came from Premontre in France. The order of Premonstratenia was only founded a few years earlier in 1121 by St. Norbet. Obviously a mover and shaker of the time. Pity he can’t be reincarnated.
Finally this is a view up the tower. The wee triangular jutting out bit is what remains of the spiral staircase. Most abbeys have a tower. To get nearer to God? No to spot the locals coming and pinching back what these Sons of the Lord had pinched in the first place. I do love what they left though or what Henry VIII left. He wasn’t all bad.
It’s a bit thought provoking. Looters get locked up but fat cats get away with their heinous behaviour that caused so much more damage. Soldiers die for peanuts. Bankers get a bonus. Leaders should be removed from the hoi polloi but not by this much. Come on Dithery David start acting like your biblical namesake.
Worry not, I won’t, I got both sausages and big words into this post. Have a great weekend.
PS…………..I’ll take a snap of the sausages tomorrow. Promise.