Summer Wine Museum & Wrinkled Stocking Cafe

Hopefully this will recapture the LOST LOST PRIDE that every person living in Holmfirth should have regarding OUR SHOW !!!!...
People have very short and selective memories.....HOLFIRTH IS SUMMERWINE.......AND SUMMERWINE IS HOLMFIRTH.....neither should or can exist WITHOUT THE OTHER !!!.
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Hopefully this will recapture the LOST LOST PRIDE that every person living in Holmfirth should have regarding OUR SHOW !!!!...
People have very short and selective memories.....HOLFIRTH IS SUMMERWINE.......AND SUMMERWINE IS HOLMFIRTH.....neither should or can exist WITHOUT THE OTHER !!!.
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Before Summer Wine, there was Bamforth's, but the collection of postcards that they printed was housed at the Tolson Museum in Huddersfield the last time I heard anything about it! To me, Holmfirth is wool weaving, because my primary interest is in the history of any locality where I happen to find myself.
 
I'm not on face ache, but the wife is & keeps me updated. You may see the wall hanging that we're donating. Truly wish Jackie & Dennis all the success they deserve for keeping Summerwine alive.
 
Basically having to start from scratch again. There's a legal case going on regarding the previous owner selling off the contents, (allegedly to a local fan), that didn't belong to her. I hope some of the items can be found. Congrats to the Wrinkled stocking for stepping in & making the best of it.
Hopefully they are returned, and if so the buyer will be seriously out of pocket, the law of caveat emptor certainly applies!
 
Last time I was in Holmfirth, about six years ago, during one of my many meals at the Wrinkled Stocking, Dennis and I were chatting, and he said that he'd really rather be working as a tattoo artist. He must have come around to Jackie's point of view for them to be expanding the cafe.

Is talking with strangers considered unusual in the UK? I'll chat with anyone who seems to be open to it, and usually I learn something new. One of my favorite photography tutors, a man from near Cardiff, teases me about it. Whenever he's seen me talking with someone outside the group he's leading, he'll say, "Talking to strangers again!" He probably have really been shocked if he had seen me at breakfast in a pub/B&B in Mirfield. I had just come down from my room when a large group of tough-looking motorcyclists arrived. I had a train to catch and couldn't wait for them to leave, so I took the last remaining place at a table where one of the bikers was sitting by himself. He greeted me civilly, so I got into conversation with him. He was interesting! In hindsight, I wouldn't have missed that conversation for the world.
 
I wouldn't say unusual, I'd sit and have a conversation with a stranger but him in doors avoids it at all costs, I think it's down to personality some people will talk to strangers in any part of the world where as others won't. As for the bikers you'll find they're the friendliest people going, my kids were goths and they're very friendly, I always felt at ease when mine were out with their goth mates because they looked after each other and made sure no one walked home alone, the last few stragglers would just crashed at the last drop off house which was usually mine, I'd wake up on a Saturday morning and there'd be bodies everywhere, even found one on the landing once. I'd just give them a cup of tea and some toast and off they'd go home. Bikers and goths get a bad rap but I'd rather come across one of then down a dark alley than anyone else.
 
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