Laundry day...
Looking back on this day, I think I
may have to admit to a little bit of OCD.
And to start of today’s report I’m talking washing as in laundry. I have a real issue
with washing. I separate all colours. I hand wash my delicates. And I am now in
a country where none of the laundry liquids are like those I would use at home.
The laundry liquid needs to be biodegradable for me and safe for sensitive
skin. Let’s face it; if your smalls are
washed in an unsuitable product, there is the chance of unwelcome rashes in the
most sensitive of places. AND NO ONE
WANTS THAT!!!
No rush really |
At present, Andy doesn’t have a washing
machine as there’s no point making that kind of investment and then having to
ship it all abroad when he finally gets to move. And the local laundry service /
ironing establishment, well let’s just say that its services were far less than
suitable. Yes, they will wash your
clothes but then they only dry them for 20 mins. WTF!!! Enter Caroline then, Andy’s sister and
as of this day, my heroine. She came
shopping with us at Tesco to help find the perfect laundry liquid among the
hundreds available and fully understood the “issues” I was facing. That day, Caroline
actually did all our washing for us and allowed us the time to continue
exploring Rawtenstall and all its offerings.
So with the washing left in
Caroline’s more than capable hands, Andy took me to nearby Whittaker Park and what
is known as the Rossendale Museum, a stately house situated within the park grounds. It was once a home in the 1800s for a fabric mill
owner; a beautiful old museum now, filled with furniture, art, portraits and
trinkets from the 1800s onwards. It was like stepping back in time into some assumingly
important person’s past life and seeing how they once lived ~ Well, minus all
the dust I am assuming. There were
collections of artefacts from all over the Rossendale Valley and the prior house
resident’s’ travels abroad. Especially
to make me feel at home, there was even a collection of stuffed animals from
Australia, including a koala, kangaroo and platypus. They looked a little ragged
to be honest but for their 100 plus years of age, they were holding up quite
well.
Just one of the original room sets within the Rossendale Museum Click here for the full day's album |
And being one of those annoying
bloody tourist types, what I would say Whittaker Park and Museum needs more
than anything else is a tea room of some sort. Somewhere to sit down maybe and
to enjoy a cuppa and some scones, that sort of thing. You know, just to BE in
the surroundings, to feel part of the history. The gift shop was cute I suppose,
but really, not of the quality I would have expected from this type of a historical
landmark. Seriously, tumbled stones with
wobbly eyes? I would have loved to have seen more cottage industry type wares,
handmade soaps, jams, even teaspoons and tea towels. The handmade toys and
cards were something I liked but rest just felt tacky.
Not much between the houses and the roads here |
Walking back towards the town centre
from the museum, one thing I had major trouble getting used to is that there are
no real safety barriers between you and the cars when walking along the footpath.
You are literally only inches away from the cars screaming past you at 30 miles
an hour. Some of the front doors of the
houses are just metres from the road too.
It can be quite scary at times.
How there aren’t a lot more cars running into houses is totally beyond
me.
Fitzpatrick's ~ a bit of a let down really |
We were off to Fitzpatrick’s, which
according to nearly every website about Rawtenstall, is the very last temperance
bar in the UK. I had been looking at this place online, the website is
brilliant, and this is the one place I just had to see while in over here in Rawtenstall. Unfortunately, this was also the single most
disappointing attraction of the whole trip over. The place just lacked almost everything.
When you walked in, you weren’t greeted, more so ignored. The owner actually
walked straight past us to go outside for a cigarette.
The shop looked a little neglected
and in dire need of a good dusting. There were a couple of rickety old chairs
to sit down at, the coffee was only instant and there was no food on offer
either. We actually had to seek out the staff and ask if we could buy a coffee.
There were missed opportunities all around us, shelves weren’t fully stocked
and it really just looked like the owner had lost interest and this was just a business
specifically created to be a cash laundering tax loss, there were no EFTPOS
facilities on site either. Arrrgh, get me out of here!!!
I have never been into a Boots the
chemist store before either and from what I can tell it was just another high
street chemist only it is much bigger and has more product lines and purchasing
options and some friendly and helpful staff. There was nothing I wanted in here
I just wanted to have a look so I did.
Because you saw the chippy on last nights blog, here's a picture of a local witch simply going about her business |
The saving grace for this day’s
exploration was the inclusion of the local “chippy”. Tony was just the friendliest character I had
come across for the whole of the day. I had trouble understanding what he said
and his broad Lancashire accent, so I did a fair bit of gormless smiling, but
Andy took control of the situation and ordered us fish and chips. Cod, was the fish of choice. Now my memories
of cod come from when I was just 10 years old, and being trapped at the dinner
table until late at night, my father adamant that I would finish off that
smoked cod. I still feel ill when I hear the word cod. So it seemed I was in
for another adventure. CHIPS!!! You
could have fed a family of 4 on the amount of chips that came with the piece of
fish. Oh and we were trying a Holland’s steak and kidney pie and chips as well
!! I already mentioned in an earlier
post that we had to duck to get in through the door here. I am serious, how
short were these poms 100 years ago??
As this was a takeaway
establishment, there was nowhere to actually sit down to eat so we had to cross
the road into a little park to enjoy our dinner/lunch. It’s hard to tell what
meal it was as everything is all out of kilter over here with our meal times. And
it was about this time that my knee decided it was no longer going to play
ball. It froze up and the pain was getting a little beyond a joke. The food was delicious. The park we sat in was beautiful and like
most places of beauty, not looked after by the local council but lovingly looked
after by volunteers. Yes volunteers really do make a difference in today’s communities,
we just need to open our eyes and see them.
The perfect venue for a great chippy tea!! |
Anyway, it was that time again, time
to go back home, via taxi, and time to get some pain killers in me and try to
warm up (still cold brrr). Just another wonderful day in Rawtenstall, this is
truly a beautiful place to experience.
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