Welcome to the weekend! This Caturday we have two big fluffy fellows spotted by reader N. Fritz:
While visiting the States this summer, I met Grande (the big orange boi) and Jefe — sibling Norwegian Forest cats adopted by a family friend. They are large and in charge!
The fluff! The belleh parting! The motion-blurred grooming blep! I desperately want to leap through the screen and have a good snorgle…
Here in England we’re having a spell of overcast and occasionally damp weather, although York has been spared the flash flooding that has afflicted Birmingham and other cities. A few days ago I had to use the tumble dryer for the first time in months and could barely remember how it worked!
Last Sunday I took advantage of the glorious weather to visit the market town of Pateley Bridge. I had a wander round the graveyard of St Cuthbert’s Church and within minutes discovered the grave of my great-great-great-great grandparents James Parkinson (1774-1836) and Elizabeth Wood Parkinson (1773-1853). It’s a surprisingly expensive-looking tabletop tomb with a well-preserved inscription, but as is often the case with such monuments one of the longer sides has collapsed and the remains must have long since been removed. A few feet away was the more modest grave of my great-great-great grandparents, their son Thomas Parkinson (1800-1868) and his wife Mary Richmond Parkinson (1804-1853). Oddly enough, when my uncle moved to Pateley Bridge in the 1970s to teach at the local school our family’s link with the place had been completely forgotten. Some of you may be familiar with the town through it’s appearance in the TV series “All Creatures Great and Small”.
Apparently I meant “chest tomb”, not “tabletop tomb”. The latter consists of a slab standing on four pillars or legs.