Monday 21 March 2011

Back on the farm

We had a nice welcome back yesterday to our previous location the Red Lion Farm near Stafford from our neighbours Phil and Zita, as we set up our home here again for the next two weeks. Our trip down from Oswestry was without incident, apart from that damned LPG switch which is still playing up. We have booked the RV in for the LPG switch to be replaced by LPG Autos and fingers crossed this will put our fuel problems to rest, (I’m sure I just saw a pig fly past the window).

The weather has started to pick up, the suns out and the wind is warmer which means we can spend more time out of the RV, so today we nipped out to the small town of Newport which is just the other side of Gnosal off the A41.

Newport


It’s a pretty little town with a lot of that old world charm that seems lost on modern towns, the whole town is based on one high street except for the island that houses St Nicolas’s church, which is bound by High St on one side and the quaintly cobbled St Mary’s street on the other. The buttressed tower dates back to 1309 and is built of dark red sandstone.
Near the church is the Puleston Cross, a 14th century Buttercross (that indicated the site of the towns market) which was moved from its original site that of the market to its present location in 1633.


The remains of the cross can just be seen sticking up out of the white pickup truck on the right of the photo
Photo by Brian Houghton

We have been looking at the Aqualate Hall and the Aqualate Mere as we have passed this location a few times and it looks an intriguing, with luck it might be open to the public if so I think a visit is on the cards.
There’s not a lot to write about at the moment but keep reading you never know with this life style what’s around the corner (literally).

Ohh I nearly forgot to tell you about ,The ghostly telephone bell..............

During our last night in Oswestry's C&CC site at precisely ten to two in the morning, we were awoken by the sound of a telephone bell ringing, you know the old type of tinkling bell sound. Well we searched high and low thinking that a travel alarm in one of the draws was going off, but as it only rang for a few seconds we had trouble locating it. It rang again at six in the morning and still we couldn't find it we emptied all the cupboards and looked under the bed but nothing.
We thought that possibly it was a snooze alarm going off in a neighboring caravan so thought no more of it and we departed for Red Lion. On our first night here it happened again, we started to think that we had a ghost making telephone calls in the RV. Then I noticed we have PIR sensor in the bedroom and when I made any sudden movement the sound happened again, I had thought that the PIR was wired to the alarm system, but it wasn't it was radio controlled and so had a battery. My sad brain cells suddenly kicked into action, of course when the battery runs down the sound was there to warn you of its state. So I replaced the battery and the sound stopped, problem solved no more ghostly telephones.


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