Millom Rock Park, Millom, South West Lakes

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Millom Rock Park, Millom, South West Lakes
23rd December 2021
Duddon Estuary, Millom, RSPB Hodbarrow, - September 2017
Millom - Bangers font and Photography by Johanna
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Millom is beaut
A poem by Norman Nicholson
Millom Old Quarry
‘They dug ten streets from that there hole,’ he said, ‘Hard on five hundred houses.’ He nodded Down the set of the quarry and spat in the water Making a moorhen cock her head As if a fish had leaped. ‘Half the new town ‘Came out of yonder – King Street, Queen Street, all ‘The houses round the Green as far as the slagbank, ‘And Market Street, too, from the Crown allotments ‘Up to the Station Yard.’ – ‘But Market Street’s ‘Brown freestone’, I said. ‘Nobbut the facings ‘We called them the Khaki Houses in the Boer War ‘But they’re Cumberland slate at the back.’
I thought of those streets still bearing their royal names Like the coat-of-arms on a child’s Jubilee Mug – Nonconformist gables sanded with sun Or branded with burning creeper; a smoke of lilac Between the blue roofs of closet and coal-house; So much that woman’s blood gave sense and shape to Hacked from this dynamited combe. The rocks cracked to the pond, and hawthorns fell In waterfalls of blossom. Shed petals Patterned the scum like studs on the sole of a boot And stiff-legged sparrows skid down screes of gravel.
I saw the town’s black generations Packed in their caves of rock, as mussel or limpet Washed by the tidal sky; then swept, shovelled Back in the quarry again, a landslip of lintels Blocking the gape of the tarn. The quick turf pushed a green tarpaulin over All that was mortal in five thousand lives. Nor did it seem a paradox to one Who held quarry and query, turf and town In the small lock of a recording brain.
Norman Nicholson
1914-1987
Deep Cleaning Shower Tile Grout in Cumbria
We were asked to look at a renovating a bathroom shower at a house at the The Green, near Millom which was rather useful as it is a short distance from my own home. Millom is a small town in South West Cumbria that actually dates to 1251 when it was given a market charter by King Henry III. Given the location it wasn't long before I was able to pop round and review the shower installation. It was clear that the shower needed some Tile Doctor TLC, with mould being a major issue in the Read more at http://shower.tilecleaning.co.uk/deep-cleaning-shower-tile-grout-in-cumbria/
A cat-goat doodle I did. I don’t know why I spent so much though into this. But she might turn into a new oc.