Wednesday 30 June 2010

Every picture tells a story

I love this sign , everytime I see it.



Triffid round the corner, get your disc gun ready.




The things that people do with their hands.




Welcome?
The railings put me off !

By contrast this new shop - see comments and discussion.

3 comments:

Gladys said...

The railings putting you off going into Bethany Church. Will you go inside if they take them away? I think not. They look quite neat. Likely there is a history as to why they needed them. Most churches (like houses) had railings. Some still do if the were not cut off at the start of the last war (ending up on a scrap heap since they were useless for munitions).
Hand raised pies might sound odd but (as you likely know) that is how they are made — by raising the pastry around the meat rather than baking it in a tin.

Yes, I think of triffids every time I pass those notices around the Gill footpaths (I wish I could write a book as popular as The Day Of The Triffids)

Geoff Dellow said...

Yes Gladys.

I drop into the Parish Church regularly when they're open for Coffee on a weekday morning. Their entrance is much more welcoming. The sign at the gate helps.

Those who have studied shop design will recommend open doors with a people friendly, spacious entrance interior that you can see from the outside. In my youth, I attended this Hall and the people themselves are very friendly. Sadly their present entrance doesn't reflect this.

On a parallel theme: well done to the North Lonsdale Bible Society for a shop on the market square. Maybe we can persuade them of the errors of their ways in terms of their beliefs by frequenting their shop - some good CDs. Sinners can have a lot going for them!

Thanks for the pie info - I didn't know- thought it referred to the porkies.

Gladys Hobson said...

Have you forgotten that the Parish Church had gates fitted to the porch because of what happened there at night?
As to the Bible Shop, they sold some of my Magpies Nest Publishing books — When Phones Were Immobile and Lived In Red boxes (by me) and The Primrose Path (poems by Bob Taylor — poet, singer and ex Yorkshire miner). David (and his wife) also read my When Angels Lie. We are all sinners of one kind or another. Most of us enjoy books — saints and sinners, some writing them too.