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Nice pic Bill
All the best on your journey, Bill.
It does look similar. Does the pile side match on yours?
All the best on your journey, Bill.
My HHB is similar also.
It does look similar. Does the pile side match on yours?
Here's pics of mine when new: rich color on one side, nice texture on the other. Well matched in thickness.
It just looks better and better as time goes by:
Well guys and gals, I'm making this my last post for the next three to four weeks. We're off to Portland, Oregon and OHSU (Oregon Health and Science University) Ivory Tower Hospital for cancer removal from my mouth and removal of my left jaw bone. They say they are going to take a piece of my fibula from my leg and put it where the removed jaw bone was. Ain't life grand. I kinda need something humorous for a pick-me-up so my last glorious "Lambfoot" picture will be a two-blade Lamnbfoot with Rosewood covers along with my favorite "Wombat Poop" article along with a cute picture of a wombat and his poop. Makes me smile I hope the majority of these little guys survive the fires in Australia. GO WOMBATS!!!!
Afternoon Guardians
My wife and I are on a little get-away in Northern California. We are spending a couple of days in the California foothills, visiting the gold rush towns of Angels Camp and Murphys. These towns are "historic" by California standards, which is pretty young by English standards. But they are full of Gold Rush and Old West history, as well as many tributes to Mark Twain who got his start here. He was writing stories while hiding from the law in a cabin in these hills. Oh ya, the weather is in the 70s and Sunny, an absolutely beautiful day.
The old town of Murphy
The old town of Angels Camp
A Jumping Frog panning for Lambsfoot Nuggets.
We also visited a museum that had a huge building dedicated to wagons and coaches. The old stage coach and covered wagon were my favorites.
Yesterday started off as a pretty nice day. We arrived in the neighbouring town of Huddersfield early, and called in at the Saturday market, which is always worth a visit. Like many places in the north of England, Huddersfield is a once grand and prosperous town, which has been in decline for a very long time, but it's still a nice place in my opinion. This is the train station, with a statue to one of Britain's former prime ministers, who was born in the town.
After going to the market, we went for coffee and a toasted teacake, and then set out to walk up the canal to one of Huddersfiel's small satellite towns and villages, which were built around the cloth and woolen mills, which once gave the town its prosperity. The day had started off breezy, and the cold, biting wind, with some rain, only got worse as we walked, totally putting paid to my plans to get some slingshot practice on the way, and to test out a new wood stove set-up.
We arrived at our destination, Slaithwaite, a little battered by the wind, but in reasonable time, and I decided to pick up a couple of loaves from the excellent bakery there - one of their Sourdough loaves and a slab of rosemary and sea-salt focaccia.
After visiting a local antique shop, where I bought a watch-chain, and with the weather deteriorating, we boarded a bus to take us over the hills to another local town, Holmfirth.
After a nice lunch, and a quick look around the town, we decided to return to Leeds via Wakefield. While it has to be one of the least attractive places in the north of England, Wakefield was on our way home, and I fancied visiting the antiques centre there. The journey over the Yorkshire hills and dales is a pleasant one, but as we started approaching the city itself, we ran into bad traffic. After 20 minutes of shuffling along, during which time I'd suggested getting off and walking several times already, we saw a couple of fire-engines arrive. With the high winds, I thought that they may have come to an incident related to a fallen tree, but soon after, we began to see black smoke appearing. A search on the internet indicated that there was a very large fire close by, and directly on our route. More fire-engines arrived, forcing the traffic onto the pavement. The bus clearly wasn't going anywhere, so I eventually managed to shoe-horn my companion out of her seat, and off of the bus Other passengers got off, and as we began to walk into Wakefield, we began to see police officers wearing smoke-masks. The fire was some distance away, but the strong winds were pushing the smoke in our direction, and it had a pungent smell. One of the cops warned us that the smoke contained asbestos, and advised us to get out of the area as quickly as possible. We crossed the road, and quickly made our way through already deserted residential streets for half a mile or so, when I took a couple of pics.
We headed on, through an industrial estate, following a winding lane which took us alongside the river.
We were more than a mile away from where we'd started by now. We could see the smoke in the distance getting worse, and the wind direction changing, one minute blowing in our direction, the next blowing directly towards the city centre. Unfortunately, there was no bridge to cross the river, so we had to head back in the direction of the smoke to find one. We crossed over, and continued to move away from the smoke, with the air getting noticeably clearer. I took a few photos of this interesting old chapel (this is a different river here).
The wind had changed again, and the smoke had gotten worse, and we could see the city centre wreathed in smoke. The traffic was completely gridlocked. We walked on through empty streets, trying to stay as far away from the smoke as possible. I then realised we were near the city's lesser railway station, and we headed towards it, with light smoke around us. At the old station, there were a few people, with their faces covered, trying to escape the smoke. A woman came in to tell us the city centre had been evacuated. Fortunately, a train came 10 minutes later, and we were able to get away, though we could still see the smoke even from the suburbs of Leeds.
They're still putting the fire out in Wakefield, and I'm still coughing, but I do need to get on with my work, so sorry for a very hurried report, and have a good day folks, I'll try to catch up fully later
Thanks for sharing that adventure with us, Jack. Sorry about the ordeal with the smoke, hope you didn’t have breathe in too much! (Maybe you should add a couple face masks to your regular kit, in case of asbestos fires or coronavirus outbreak.)
A nice looking knife indeed!
Thank you sir!Thanks a lot Ron, great pic of your WCLF
Jack Black - Your adventure sounds like one for the books. Great words and pictures. May your immune system overcome all that toxic smoke. Also...May your labor over the next few days yield a brilliant result. Cheers.
Good Afternoon Guardians.