A raid on the battlements

At lunchtime, Kendal Castle

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Kendal
Sexit update
The latest round of consultations is...oh, today ...at 11...can’t make it? Never mind...at least it shows we are listening...
Tried to read the merger document, to no avail.
Much double speak...and ‘the community and the staff will all be so much better off’.
Goodness, Elysium awaits... why didn’t we think of it before now, I wonder?
Perhaps because it wasn’t broken?
Perhaps because it was performing well?
What’s that....?
Money...budgetary control...economies of scale...?
Oh, so that’s what you really meant ...why didn’t you just say it from the outset....
Done deal.

There was the tiniest glimmer of hope pending further eleventh hour discussions as the deadline draws near (all seems oddly familiar) but I won’t hold my breath....just wondering what the escape plan might be.

A window appeared at lunchtime and advantage taken. Walk/stomp up to the castle where I preferred to ponder on drumlins and eskers and perspective of time and old lines, boundaries and identities. In a way it all takes us back to ‘the three shires’. Perhaps we could pop back in with Strathclyde again. That would be fine. Or maybe Gondwanaland....