tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286878272024-02-20T22:35:52.254+00:00FileygardenerMargaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.comBlogger404125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-70138621582660149922023-08-22T16:43:00.003+01:002023-08-22T16:50:21.847+01:00Thin Place <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I've been having a rough year. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4zGCHBFEEGaPq3YbmzZeyh658YxVRX2PED1S0IM7ehGy-YxTvjGbbZsmBPQE-pFfXc23YHrML9mLw3CRXyzD8Y5Sf4JImDrUulEfiW8Q62l3GEttES3a3q1QzMNKTxkPGa-1DecjcT7VZb_GVvtYdfbRy_wOCbXytYAKW4WyTEj0FkOBW3cWzg/s3146/20230516_115945.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3146" data-original-width="1908" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4zGCHBFEEGaPq3YbmzZeyh658YxVRX2PED1S0IM7ehGy-YxTvjGbbZsmBPQE-pFfXc23YHrML9mLw3CRXyzD8Y5Sf4JImDrUulEfiW8Q62l3GEttES3a3q1QzMNKTxkPGa-1DecjcT7VZb_GVvtYdfbRy_wOCbXytYAKW4WyTEj0FkOBW3cWzg/w142-h235/20230516_115945.jpg" width="142" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">WELL , not compared with people of Somalia , Nigeria , Yemen and South Sudan , who come top in some charts for Famine . WELL , not compared with people in constant pain, WELL not compared with people relying on Foodbanks in the UK, victims of crime, lonely people, you may think of dozens more situations, you may be really having your own rough times. It is relative. </span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I am just venting .</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-HaQ0YA5BfeX3IKoSiukUKFq86CLeh92-kKzu8spZEAzh89ddLIdZiC0SYpQw9vd919vM3DvmylYc5SofUzlddHWMec-WWj1vO9kXzycYylnay2-zB3KkuaE8K0Kl3-3N91gbDA7N6zJDdtc0nNc91Qp59u3d-OseP9YH-dEBTXqPPde85w5KQ/s1600/IMG-20230523-WA0006.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-HaQ0YA5BfeX3IKoSiukUKFq86CLeh92-kKzu8spZEAzh89ddLIdZiC0SYpQw9vd919vM3DvmylYc5SofUzlddHWMec-WWj1vO9kXzycYylnay2-zB3KkuaE8K0Kl3-3N91gbDA7N6zJDdtc0nNc91Qp59u3d-OseP9YH-dEBTXqPPde85w5KQ/w198-h148/IMG-20230523-WA0006.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I am in need of a change of scenery. Dont get me wrong! I had 3 great days away at <a href="https://www.wydale.org/" target="_blank">Wydale </a>in January when No 1 Daughter came and stayed here with her DAD so I could recharge . I also loved my day out to Wharren Percy in May.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br />7 months later I'm in need of another change of scenery.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I love my days out to <b>Kingston upon Hull </b>on the train to accompany my sister to the Eye Hospital for her injections, I loved going with beloved to Holy Nativity Eastfield to a day with the wonderful Bishop of Wellington and his wife talking about New Monasticism . I love my Sanctuary Space OKA my allotment. I love Monday evenings and cant wait for Only Connect to come round again. I love my afternoons upstairs with my latest Library book as Beloved watches something in black and white on Talking PicturesTV.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I am yearning to go back to Iona . I want to stay in the B and B on the <i>Machair</i> overlooking the <i>Bay at the Back of the Ocean. </i>I want to watch the Spouting Cave , and look for pebbles of Green Marble, and get to the Quarry . <i>The grass is always greener on the other side. </i>Last time on Iona we had a plague of flies in the bedrooms from the seaweed being tractored from the beach to the gardens in the houses facing the sound of Mull. IT RAINED mostly for 4 1/2 of the 5 days we were there, and the sea was so rough the ferries were cancelled. I'm only remembering the Langoustines, the rainbows and the quiet, aside for the fantastic SKY TVs in our rooms and real sighting of Corncrakes.</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">(I like a thin place for most of the day only.)</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWeM-3foLr4HPrFQWknoxnRmOArQFs7JXIYbywbRcqlD8z2_zlH2IXMmSPkAd5wYAtZ1IdEKsRzppZ5tBtNadzxXEJZWAqYaUilHXn9IXOMuLEqB21Q0nUHspDyvDB2s2Tv9eQEcQLUcTXBkz21Hy0cxfJtx4piQHCZYg617Wacwy_JMcxgzNWAg/s500/Celtic-Daily-Prayer-ebook.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="367" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWeM-3foLr4HPrFQWknoxnRmOArQFs7JXIYbywbRcqlD8z2_zlH2IXMmSPkAd5wYAtZ1IdEKsRzppZ5tBtNadzxXEJZWAqYaUilHXn9IXOMuLEqB21Q0nUHspDyvDB2s2Tv9eQEcQLUcTXBkz21Hy0cxfJtx4piQHCZYg617Wacwy_JMcxgzNWAg/w118-h161/Celtic-Daily-Prayer-ebook.jpeg" width="118" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Ive learned a lesson today. I went to the quiet 10am Celtic Morning Prayer in St Oswalds, using the Northumberland Community liturgy. Angela and Paul read the devotion from the book and guess what , <i>It was about Iona !</i><br /></span><p></p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I was in Iona , I remembered scenes from all my the visits , with beloved, with sisters, with aged parent in wheelchair. </span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">It's all there in my wonderfully created God given brain. And Ive got all the pictures.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">And the lesson is this , in Psalm 139</span></div><div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span face="-apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Fira Sans", "Droid Sans", "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif, "Open Sans", Lora" style="background-color: white; font-size: 23px; text-align: start;"><i>Lord, you know everything there is to know about me. You perceive every movement of my heart and soul, and you understand my every thought before it even enters my mind. You are so intimately aware of me, Lord. You read my heart like an open book and you know all the words I’m about to speak before I even start a sentence! </i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span face="-apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Fira Sans", "Droid Sans", "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif, "Open Sans", Lora" style="background-color: white; font-size: 23px; text-align: start;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopccbYegMCG9seGqt_VwSgoCtIWmenaXe_Kho3vImLV5IuJuaVaR1XqWt75tJdun0HYR06EBe2ZWcJDPXqQKdVR8Dg14_fYhkvYsuYkKF0l48L6jUwWoXo_z6V6CS_JQr-hzi4ek7QKikmxDvpyH5_jTCSY80IX5HMn-2lzItvCzJU04I_9giBA/s2288/DSC_0770.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1468" data-original-width="2288" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopccbYegMCG9seGqt_VwSgoCtIWmenaXe_Kho3vImLV5IuJuaVaR1XqWt75tJdun0HYR06EBe2ZWcJDPXqQKdVR8Dg14_fYhkvYsuYkKF0l48L6jUwWoXo_z6V6CS_JQr-hzi4ek7QKikmxDvpyH5_jTCSY80IX5HMn-2lzItvCzJU04I_9giBA/w590-h378/DSC_0770.JPG" width="590" /></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PesrsUQfxxor71s_kS9hAGpOWPVez00zb8SMCf_WouCmn2zsE4LmoYiBJdD-suKefsm_SAELiQ2pARACTcM9SrTEElqTe85DMOl9SnegJj8X3VLgaJA_8kk-5FMU7EWC-MRVAwzq443QH8OFoJYIAQDkcr_m18vPv9bF7O2hZAQOT5pfGE96Bg/s3104/DSC_0776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1746" data-original-width="3104" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PesrsUQfxxor71s_kS9hAGpOWPVez00zb8SMCf_WouCmn2zsE4LmoYiBJdD-suKefsm_SAELiQ2pARACTcM9SrTEElqTe85DMOl9SnegJj8X3VLgaJA_8kk-5FMU7EWC-MRVAwzq443QH8OFoJYIAQDkcr_m18vPv9bF7O2hZAQOT5pfGE96Bg/w598-h336/DSC_0776.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-46570827108931545222023-01-18T15:52:00.014+00:002023-01-18T16:58:32.818+00:00Wydale and Why Not<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyib8YO1R_1IOxEZGx80tVwqU_bpV1VOowDHizPe8yPtQpxQIsyILz8IAlHv0K4mPSiyzE0EqylF-ZB1S_QhBsQJt0weJ4Efp8ROkPKXoba9P5iJT01szDXTmAWUD1PLYRTFr0jlEcSU_EnyJI-Kymjr8MZ9x5ATAopxcPfAxFrwnLr-otmA/s3264/8FEC9D7C-F921-4F16-A372-C25641C245C5.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyib8YO1R_1IOxEZGx80tVwqU_bpV1VOowDHizPe8yPtQpxQIsyILz8IAlHv0K4mPSiyzE0EqylF-ZB1S_QhBsQJt0weJ4Efp8ROkPKXoba9P5iJT01szDXTmAWUD1PLYRTFr0jlEcSU_EnyJI-Kymjr8MZ9x5ATAopxcPfAxFrwnLr-otmA/s320/8FEC9D7C-F921-4F16-A372-C25641C245C5.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Filey daughter is holding the fort at home. She is letting spouse have fish and chips from the Brown Room today, she will encourage him to take a walk out to the chemist and back , and will accompany him. His walker frame is a Godsend literally, and we often think of all our relations in past years who would have loved one, but had to use old pushchairs and Sholleys to give them support and security or never went out at all. Leaving home for a short walk to the shops or to look at the sea from the end of the road is acknowledged to be good for not only mental health but a positive step to delay Dementia , along with Wordle and Sudoku.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">For carers, the facility to have 2 nights away from home , with all meals provided , no chores, and lovely weather despite the BBC's forecasts is essential to maintain their well being and the mindset to carry on , to be thankful for small things , and to recharge the brain from the stupor of tedium and repetition. I only need a couple of nights occasionally in a stimulating but yet restful place.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">What I love about Wydale is that it is only a 13 mile journey from home ,is in an idyllic rural setting reflecting gracious living of Edwardian gentry, so ticks all the boxes , rare trees, beautiful vistas , short walks , spacious public rooms, and really great food. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">I walked as far as the Sweet Chestnut tree today. I knew it was the right tree as the leaves had remained where they had dropped. It was a good walking day , a thick frost , bright sunshine , slight breeze. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The view in winter shows the hall in the distance,no new<span></span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Lambs this year in the field. The frost has gone now, but only just. It’s nearly sunset. A small party of people from Nottingham have just arrived, and so the kitchen won’t have to provide supper for just me. I think I’m known as a <i>private guest</i>, always welcomed . </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYvs7ej2RHXZY1Ej6xyx2RV_Fwbn-rZ3ij9hmAiXOndD8UfNzZrtR9vCmLwoVC086QVCrJuRYcUzUnCkJ7-mTdQa7Fp3im79761AUvfuKlIUgB0iFgb3Cyp9m39lAMbumMnsTyvRQXibeXvSI0Z0hpnrKMzr5-mDIsyPDdhPh0QkcZ-4u-b4/s3264/389B1909-E031-4D10-AD8D-43DD2688C857.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYvs7ej2RHXZY1Ej6xyx2RV_Fwbn-rZ3ij9hmAiXOndD8UfNzZrtR9vCmLwoVC086QVCrJuRYcUzUnCkJ7-mTdQa7Fp3im79761AUvfuKlIUgB0iFgb3Cyp9m39lAMbumMnsTyvRQXibeXvSI0Z0hpnrKMzr5-mDIsyPDdhPh0QkcZ-4u-b4/w400-h300/389B1909-E031-4D10-AD8D-43DD2688C857.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-27638832644454477292023-01-03T13:13:00.004+00:002023-01-03T13:16:19.931+00:00Road Kill<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXC5IHFwgzalc_hxupYnB_Lb0w9eWkiGIIdsRxfXHBL5UvOQD5Q9wFs-5wPwl2HZ91jbFaXjb07pPPwHV8230wJK8RwSnuSlIeRWh4xjFel9G8Yo7RAoXprfH0731WSMf1x7doZ4lJTH5bbS4O0pgWWHkBWFTo8X-_r4QN-OLcQNrAv61VvM/s2848/Rudston%20wed%2010%20005%20copy%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2136" data-original-width="2848" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXC5IHFwgzalc_hxupYnB_Lb0w9eWkiGIIdsRxfXHBL5UvOQD5Q9wFs-5wPwl2HZ91jbFaXjb07pPPwHV8230wJK8RwSnuSlIeRWh4xjFel9G8Yo7RAoXprfH0731WSMf1x7doZ4lJTH5bbS4O0pgWWHkBWFTo8X-_r4QN-OLcQNrAv61VvM/w613-h460/Rudston%20wed%2010%20005%20copy%202.JPG" width="613" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Daughters friend celebrates the Seasonal festive meal every year with what I presume is a roast pheasant. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I’m told she has roadkill ,but can’t imagine there are any chickens on the rural ride following the Gypsey Race to Duggleby barrow from Boythorpe. Very occasionally one sees a badger or a fox, more often it is a pheasant, which straight after the kill is easily recognised by the tail feathers 90 degrees to the tarmac. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I’m thankful for our turkey with legs from Adrian Colling, I do not have to draw and pluck it , as I used to watch my mother do with one of Mr Bastons chickens, or the pigeons and squabs (from Mr Christopher, ) often still replete with shot. A couple of years ago I was offered a couple of hares, but couldn’t face skinning and drawing them, even though I know I could do it.These days I only dress Crabs, and even that pleasure is denied me now that our Filey fishmonger has closed his doors.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-WDPvf4nvvWnu6fZN22YjcrS_deoVV-gle8WqWIybeV5WXeMleUk7JPhJs4-bXOl3rveyhY591eqht75E52qlQpt9eyZEMlms_UgjvPeN59OFWHbnE13_oFbQPhAp3ywy2OHaplS-cWgjPkke5c3DZ2qoK3D-_9_7D19MBG9JmyVRcN_l5k/s911/ED63EFB1-3851-4A66-9A31-300465E8E001_1_201_a.jpeg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="911" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-WDPvf4nvvWnu6fZN22YjcrS_deoVV-gle8WqWIybeV5WXeMleUk7JPhJs4-bXOl3rveyhY591eqht75E52qlQpt9eyZEMlms_UgjvPeN59OFWHbnE13_oFbQPhAp3ywy2OHaplS-cWgjPkke5c3DZ2qoK3D-_9_7D19MBG9JmyVRcN_l5k/s320/ED63EFB1-3851-4A66-9A31-300465E8E001_1_201_a.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr Christopher 1961 Sutton in Holderness</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I remembered to look through the jpegs of the 35mm slides I digitalised years ago, throwing away hundreds and just keeping some family milestones. My father took hundreds of slides, and yet 60years on , the interesting ones are of people and buildings. Our education often consisted of talks on why <i>Agfa</i> was better than <i>Kodak</i> or <i>Ektachrome</i>, and years later as the Agfa slides are all blue, and the Kodak are all red, I know the use of photo editing software would have improved many an evening round the fire with the screen and projector. We were allowed to comment and criticise but father could not improve on his work, and used to bore us talking about fstops and timings. My sisters will remember all the times we stood on a ladder with our head in the Cherry Trees for him whilst he took ages to adjust his light meter.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">He never took a photograph of Mr Baston whose smallholding backed our land. Infact I think Mr Baston sold us the acre near the road , of which we had one third, Mr Bruin one third and Mr Kirby the other third. Mr Baston came up from the village every day to his pigs and chickens, and often the field was pasture as well for the bullocks of the nearby farm .We loved being allowed to see the piglets when a sow had farrowed, after strict warnings about her demeanour. Here I record that Mr Christopher was a retired policeman , and came every week to cut the grass and tend the large garden. He used to shoot , and bring us his surplus game. I rarely buy rabbit now after the memory of it .</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3d1Ly_HJW1GQ1U2La7T1A7f97Wftql5mCtpqsEjZvF9Dfw_TDfGK6cgrJ2sdFPUb3AL4bj6epbPrbDiJcc8uHhgP0_VnCO2Uw032IytBDnFVTqpla6M_tQ8DBXQcnx2d4YPbvvzS42P9J6trDKbC_eCaOjIyFKCo2tfASXDdt-Ltti0GDKY/s3264/IMG_4967.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3d1Ly_HJW1GQ1U2La7T1A7f97Wftql5mCtpqsEjZvF9Dfw_TDfGK6cgrJ2sdFPUb3AL4bj6epbPrbDiJcc8uHhgP0_VnCO2Uw032IytBDnFVTqpla6M_tQ8DBXQcnx2d4YPbvvzS42P9J6trDKbC_eCaOjIyFKCo2tfASXDdt-Ltti0GDKY/s320/IMG_4967.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I cooked our turkey Breast down as always, then turned over for the last hour. Family commented on <i>how moist it was. </i>I am writing my notes for next year in my Christmas book, almost 50 years of shopping lists and to do lists. </span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">The most useful page is the <i>what to do next year list.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">It says </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><ul><li><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">do not make much bread sauce as only Colin loves it</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">do not buy any chocolate biscuits</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">do not buy many "nibbles"</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Buy plenty of roasted pistachios in their shells however</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">only 3 of us like Sprouts</span></li><li><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">cooked red cabbage with Cyder Vinegar next year not balsamic, was much better</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I leave you with a prospect of May , my first photo being December , views of my beloved Yorkshire Wolds.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPL9NwkIYkdRJCQ1Jgtbvrelo0KbbQ472xvstDDhhos5dJsZou3ouRMJt-AwV9U52nX8nWLQ_PqgBPRBJn1PugIaY7bQy8pGLDsCnrOqNPFAw5RxjLMTWY9PCDUnZTszVU8frj3QuU3BjxOUbUxjDKmRmxWnWmYpUqD1fD9zHnf0e4ReWrtlw/s2848/June%201%2010%20049.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2848" data-original-width="2136" height="465" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPL9NwkIYkdRJCQ1Jgtbvrelo0KbbQ472xvstDDhhos5dJsZou3ouRMJt-AwV9U52nX8nWLQ_PqgBPRBJn1PugIaY7bQy8pGLDsCnrOqNPFAw5RxjLMTWY9PCDUnZTszVU8frj3QuU3BjxOUbUxjDKmRmxWnWmYpUqD1fD9zHnf0e4ReWrtlw/w349-h465/June%201%2010%20049.JPG" width="349" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><br /></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-29032119351511708382022-11-15T17:30:00.002+00:002022-11-15T17:30:50.099+00:00No dig allotment , the easy way! <p><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdrt2dfZ4vdS2DANu0rRcNJ7vmyWZLyP1tduJTQxEynp6-MKPWneNqrPmOSrJeqO3oAwioxq-Q5XNbdGixHZnRYZZuOp_28T0uMmRp1J4Jiww0_w09wSnoTPc1xcyeMOvvzCplXI0jyFLti02-S2ra0sFQQ727Ld5I6Jde3oiU7EDJR0rvqI/s3264/IMG-4890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdrt2dfZ4vdS2DANu0rRcNJ7vmyWZLyP1tduJTQxEynp6-MKPWneNqrPmOSrJeqO3oAwioxq-Q5XNbdGixHZnRYZZuOp_28T0uMmRp1J4Jiww0_w09wSnoTPc1xcyeMOvvzCplXI0jyFLti02-S2ra0sFQQ727Ld5I6Jde3oiU7EDJR0rvqI/w569-h429/IMG-4890.jpg" width="569" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div> I've seen all the utube vids from experts like <a href="https://charlesdowding.co.uk/" target="_blank">Charles Dowding</a>, I watched <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCeaKRrrpWiQFJJmiuon2WoQ" target="_blank">Huws garden</a> for years, enjoying his earnest and easy style, I've read books on Hotbeds, Companion Planting and have known Mr <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Vegetable-Herb-Expert-best-selling-vegetables/dp/0903505460" target="_blank">Hessayons </a>input for over 50 years, and I still champion the wonderful Ruth Stout, who knew a thing or two before they were all born BUT declare that I have found my own way to grow my veg without getting embroiled in 'right ways'.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My allotment is full size, apart from the tiny part my daughter uses. My neighbours all come from <i>school of straight lines , no weeds, and double dig. </i>I don't have rules , am not pretending to be wholly organic, don't have any weeds only pollinators, and plants needing a more suitable home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I get immense pleasure from removing couch grass to its rightful home, the grass borders, and allow the bindweed to bind away next to the railway line so that I can play "Grandma! Grandma !Pop out of bed !' in August. I don't worry if my 3 colour rotation is tweaked , as long as onions never grow in the same ground 2 years running.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WTdii-hoEBJUQhyHnXQd3hyerzf6zQehg94NmEBOQpQbsAKK9FRAItgGVxmZNKS0z6ywlvv86h9XmoFy4HbCBzq8Y5i3VElzBw17h_WIOrENrm1RdRjjV9oIKzV0MjeVrkRvBb2LmsKf0UNbniBFGkFEzDOxwPdB0mhSttxHjxdMtoC8EnY/s4128/20221114_124738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4128" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WTdii-hoEBJUQhyHnXQd3hyerzf6zQehg94NmEBOQpQbsAKK9FRAItgGVxmZNKS0z6ywlvv86h9XmoFy4HbCBzq8Y5i3VElzBw17h_WIOrENrm1RdRjjV9oIKzV0MjeVrkRvBb2LmsKf0UNbniBFGkFEzDOxwPdB0mhSttxHjxdMtoC8EnY/w611-h282/20221114_124738.jpg" width="611" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture one </td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't dig, I gently fork out Some deep perennials like Dandelions and Nettles and bountiful and profligate free seeders like Sow Thistles and Borage before winter, I know the hoped for frosts will kill the little annuals like Chickweed and Groundsel , Spurges and Creeping Speedwell, and my favourite Scarlet Pimpernel but welcome them the following year, easily hoed out . I leave them on the soil as mulch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I do not have access to a ton of Stable manure as my neighbours do. My plot is not next to the road so the tractor can tip it into the yearning bins. I have to barrow it all from the pile dropped by the road to my bins. I cant manage that. Friend Colin brings me beautiful 2 yr rotted down stuff from his small holding when he has time, and barrows it to the bin for me, but it is past being manure, it is lovely compost, friable and rich and I am sparing with it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">All no -diggers add mulch on top of beds every year, mulch on mulch, on mulch and on mulch. My soil is never bare, Crops over winter, and bare soil on beds which dont change like Asparagus and Rhubarb are cushioned in mulch all winter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My 3 year rotation suits me . I don't need to grow many cabbages, so one brassica bed is enough most years, as I like Sprouting Broccoli which crops for up to 2 years if the growing points are nipped off. I have about 10 raised beds in old builders bags filled with greenstuff which rots down, like the masses of creeping bulky Nasturtians which easily fill the empty bag beds in October. I usually plant the bag beds up with garlic the first year .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><b><u><span style="font-size: medium;">This is how my easy no dig works</span></u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhmVz83a1a6v2-fOnI0Kf2RJQoens5roC8atKA0Lhw8M4WdUHJGabR3dD8E7QxHh3b7wEyUjw5R7obM7OtEiO96iOLW8VLRT4BHmv4YVnxnSB99qlymf2mHNa0i_NTTdjJuO9OhFJhVn2E8LVHddLBZ6adb84z8cFYwiQTfj_r_5qrKxLpzs/s4128/20221114_124757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4128" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhmVz83a1a6v2-fOnI0Kf2RJQoens5roC8atKA0Lhw8M4WdUHJGabR3dD8E7QxHh3b7wEyUjw5R7obM7OtEiO96iOLW8VLRT4BHmv4YVnxnSB99qlymf2mHNa0i_NTTdjJuO9OhFJhVn2E8LVHddLBZ6adb84z8cFYwiQTfj_r_5qrKxLpzs/w241-h111/20221114_124757.jpg" width="241" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Raised bed and dormant straw bale <br />awaiting its fate</td></tr></tbody></table><b><u><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Divide your plot into strips so that you can work without treading and compacting the soil.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Work out each autumn what you want to grow the next year, and plan where you want to put them within your rotation system , 3 year or 4 year</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't think you have to cultivate each strip the first year</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Work on one strip at a time, depending on what time you start</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Starting in Autumn cover strips with cardboard and mulch ( could be manure or heavy stones or bricks to weigh down from wind)</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Cardboard is the best friend of no dig. Encourage your friends to give you all theirs from buying large items. Ikea is your best friend here! Cardboard should be brown and with no sellotape or writing all over it, or a shiny layer. Plain porous brown is best, just remove tape and staples. Cover your strips with it , having taken out perennial weeds and large stones first and raked as flat as is practical. (Ruth Stout planted on top of grass field , but you will have to google that as she planted on bales of hay.)Stop the cardboard blowing away by watering it and weighing down with bricks or large stones. My foolproof method is to buy 10 bale of barley straw every Spring which I leave to get thoroughly damp and wet so that by the autumn it can be separated into slabs and easily placed on the cardboard. See <b>Picture one </b></span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Just gradually do this to all your strips</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">If you are using a strip as <b style="font-style: italic;">Add Manure in Autumn, </b>my yellow strips that year, add chicken pellets on top of straw , or stable manure if you have some. Add more in the spring too . </span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">You are now up and running . By the spring you can plant straight into the bed, even if you have to make a hole . I rarely plant seeds straight in to strips as most seeds can be sown in modules and dug into bed when large enough . I put potatoes under more straw and never earth up , just making sure straw is thick enough to block the light, as green potatoes are poisonous. Brassicas go straight in from modules when about 6inches big with 6 leaves, Leeks the same , Chard the same , sweetcorn too and beetroot. You use the modules discarded by garden centres, and fellow gardeners. I wash them and use very year until they split. 6 or 9 are the best, as the tiny ones have not enough root run and have to be replanted in to larger ones . Our Nursery <a href="https://www.discoveryorkshirecoast.com/discover/things-to-do/shopping/reighton-nurseries-p1454881" target="_blank">Reighton</a> sells ready grown seedlings in a 5in flower pot ready to be pricked on into modules, these are cheaper than buying a packet of seeds. </span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">I often let vegetables go to seed , and when plants come up around them I use these, Chards and broccoli do this easily.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">If you are starting in the Spring you have to make sure not too much bare soil is open to the 'weeds' so plant Green Manure until you ready to use. Cover with crops as soon as possible, even radishes, and lettuces to cover. I would plant lots potatoes under straw the first year just to use the land , and gradually do the 3 Colour rotation.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5X4Fl5t1SjIhpU2ya0oUuvdFlCWAEQSeaxewxvq8jfFDSTbl0a3QM3khZhKA6L6oHG-AGaNFvTHEohcdfErsN-E3a_V4H33ZFLkVSCnbddAEy3mnAtALX3Wgq86H82ltrjDkG_tWa1yqmiV3BB26W_OumctLysua6ormaSBRr67maAtrfMH0/s4128/20221114_124820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4128" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5X4Fl5t1SjIhpU2ya0oUuvdFlCWAEQSeaxewxvq8jfFDSTbl0a3QM3khZhKA6L6oHG-AGaNFvTHEohcdfErsN-E3a_V4H33ZFLkVSCnbddAEy3mnAtALX3Wgq86H82ltrjDkG_tWa1yqmiV3BB26W_OumctLysua6ormaSBRr67maAtrfMH0/w287-h133/20221114_124820.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>I plant Garlic, Onions ( from Sets) and broad beans in the autumn. More sets can be planted in the Spring. Advice from Mr Hessayon still applies to cultivation here. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_tFMDpZOscj0Np2s3BcdXTOm65i82P5nLeGVhi_XRWwg1Gi2lYzl6DKRnZ5dfOGJPjVIgpN8RQ09K7_Yu1un3H8qnof9kTREbFl3GoBfyymug_3-6dYXR_Rz070z5hSKGP1icA27zYhTIQMPQ93BlSOf1UzfcrrR2ih-cjEIEEdX5pvJjLk/s4128/20221110_114422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4128" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_tFMDpZOscj0Np2s3BcdXTOm65i82P5nLeGVhi_XRWwg1Gi2lYzl6DKRnZ5dfOGJPjVIgpN8RQ09K7_Yu1un3H8qnof9kTREbFl3GoBfyymug_3-6dYXR_Rz070z5hSKGP1icA27zYhTIQMPQ93BlSOf1UzfcrrR2ih-cjEIEEdX5pvJjLk/w286-h132/20221110_114422.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfFJMFQYYDP96ChnFkDkGnXYLE-pcI3eeot-h1ir55DYaNCNDeB9snflDl7gjY4uIABWX_8cGXYspCzHIsK-dMZxeJ5vv6htkn2i_6hWUcXIRbrijAeSOylDjIQgAyt5SHvzLxApqNBrqheobYzRRL7jk2_SZSWKIC_LNATSZaL-5rQTjjdQ/s4128/20221004_122726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="1908" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfFJMFQYYDP96ChnFkDkGnXYLE-pcI3eeot-h1ir55DYaNCNDeB9snflDl7gjY4uIABWX_8cGXYspCzHIsK-dMZxeJ5vv6htkn2i_6hWUcXIRbrijAeSOylDjIQgAyt5SHvzLxApqNBrqheobYzRRL7jk2_SZSWKIC_LNATSZaL-5rQTjjdQ/w170-h369/20221004_122726.jpg" width="170" /></a></div></li></ul></div><p></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-42876426522469349602022-08-20T19:00:00.000+01:002022-08-20T19:00:33.974+01:00Ace pollinators<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwz0kde2zgqXIK09XNSgwkqxvSWTBPlJhNbXnxK_elDpw0jFw-hsazaYiyOmGSGA5zS0Ca1QE9YuNY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;">The heat this summer has given my Lavender bushes a boost. I have never appreciated before just how , being Mediterranean natives , they prefer dry and hot conditions. Similarly the Rosemary bushes are thriving, and we have olives on the potted Olive tree, my friend Ann is harvesting figs, and our Oleander in the yard continues flowering. I am hopeful for bananas on the small Banana plant , but it only has 4 leaves yet as it is only young. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This year I have sat longer on my plot, enjoying the <i>bee loud glade. </i>I’ve pulled out unwanted plants and laid on bed to act as mulch, anything to keep the soil moist.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihogt2eDRJsDngKuKSa_2JKeQpvJDnmNlobLG_jbq2xBe6sFaJh6zNi7ECEbWKuqABL1txqPUFYxabKgHVfEQ4BoiNNDfsqBnsJIu2vS1DT9yQ2Eierb0dp-qHpnybbERXD-PcpwQ_uuEpdWto9fuBeNbO6fQNQkj-23Naoa-Njjry9P8L5ZU/s4128/20220818_113910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="1908" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihogt2eDRJsDngKuKSa_2JKeQpvJDnmNlobLG_jbq2xBe6sFaJh6zNi7ECEbWKuqABL1txqPUFYxabKgHVfEQ4BoiNNDfsqBnsJIu2vS1DT9yQ2Eierb0dp-qHpnybbERXD-PcpwQ_uuEpdWto9fuBeNbO6fQNQkj-23Naoa-Njjry9P8L5ZU/w102-h221/20220818_113910.jpg" width="102" /></a></div></div>Barbara on next plot is harvesting her Lavender today. She cuts carefully into even sized bunches and hangs in her light and beautifully made greenhouse/shed that husband Terry built for her. She was widowed recently after a being a full time carer, and she gradually brings the plot back to its usual perfection as she <i>restores the years the locusts have eaten . </i>She is leaving some of her lavender , as I am , for the bees. My daughter has just messaged me to ask if we should get a beehive. She can forget that idea. I do however love to drive round these Wolds and spot hives hiding in the fields of <b><i>Borage</i></b> , Oilseed rape and Linseed, purple, citric yellow and blue. My honey is produced by a local beekeeper, a Mr Danby of Seamer. I buy it at Reighton Nurseries. The borage honey is the palest yellow. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskj2vZuCeswMQDoyZLTs8n-xibruJn3xMtPabp557tZ7MrhCBnj9r4bQEPAlZIrHZQOUTEfT1ADvENn8O8RDH4ZlfWz-yo--rzghCRhQNxgdfd4lqEXjyHzUG1KsdeXxkjnZF0wvs3AqE4_4aOgq3805uVRlu5fUIFLwG4As9a2F5yfDwDPs/s4128/20220818_113838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="1908" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskj2vZuCeswMQDoyZLTs8n-xibruJn3xMtPabp557tZ7MrhCBnj9r4bQEPAlZIrHZQOUTEfT1ADvENn8O8RDH4ZlfWz-yo--rzghCRhQNxgdfd4lqEXjyHzUG1KsdeXxkjnZF0wvs3AqE4_4aOgq3805uVRlu5fUIFLwG4As9a2F5yfDwDPs/w128-h279/20220818_113838.jpg" width="128" /></a></div>I let Borage and Nasturtiums seed freely all over my plot. No dig gardeners like the soil all covered with beneficial plants, bringing in insects and keeping down the unwanted but not unloved Sow Thistles , and Spurges, the delightful Scarlet Pimpernel . I like the Dandelions and love the chickweed (beloved of Budgie keepers). I have a favourite wild plant which adores my plot, but it is wind pollinated I think, as it is green. I know its not Good king Henry, Chenopodium bonus henricus, I wish it was, I wasted seeds every year and still not managed to get even one to germinate .This is an annual relative , Fat Hen, but my Wild Food Book says it can also be eaten. The leaves are a lovely gray green and this amongst my 3 sisters planting of Sweetcorn , Sunflowers and Mangetout managed to sneak up to 3feet high in as many weeks.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobPuz-Ev8swd38uFGZIJp2GmyukitCm1ZfH3GwYKcSKdiwVA2-m_RAk4wG6egWxBKzgHDOY_d5sbgi2qq0hIYKJlZysS0_vsrxaAudASLaNe3h4sdVHmvq-JuSrFv-UaNEyFgJBVxYo2vzyMK1SdwyU5XTlut4uq6bQHxTmzQWIi0ql2bUos/s1415/20220818_112643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="1415" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobPuz-Ev8swd38uFGZIJp2GmyukitCm1ZfH3GwYKcSKdiwVA2-m_RAk4wG6egWxBKzgHDOY_d5sbgi2qq0hIYKJlZysS0_vsrxaAudASLaNe3h4sdVHmvq-JuSrFv-UaNEyFgJBVxYo2vzyMK1SdwyU5XTlut4uq6bQHxTmzQWIi0ql2bUos/s320/20220818_112643.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJFAgBYuAxK0pJTaHALng1kQxnKNVSudXO78fjiX86GLaOQKl67nyFb1fg051I24un19wZruM5g1oYJpVtm8xAmgAomUzQif85axsjXXLQgqTt-DedbE4EofEHEnLhzi0pEiFCIRazqvjF0Ur6b7bhT0DW-yeZhVKW2S_ntv2DgmEakn8sjw/s3264/IMG_4781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJFAgBYuAxK0pJTaHALng1kQxnKNVSudXO78fjiX86GLaOQKl67nyFb1fg051I24un19wZruM5g1oYJpVtm8xAmgAomUzQif85axsjXXLQgqTt-DedbE4EofEHEnLhzi0pEiFCIRazqvjF0Ur6b7bhT0DW-yeZhVKW2S_ntv2DgmEakn8sjw/w245-h326/IMG_4781.jpg" width="245" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmqW2rXq2QFJZzMMxV61jy3tgi6nxh4LjRijmvQW8-TnO8o-veHLGEus8fIIB5YTVRZFIO0gMwjhu-2PEqI5Dx6aOb-hkFBoW6SUdbBYDKrjpFFAB1KByllxqB0nBT16KF5vJnkQ3evA39sQGrFIBZeibWmXAArOICxn_3yiFKQAFofkOI2E/s4128/20220818_112719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4128" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmqW2rXq2QFJZzMMxV61jy3tgi6nxh4LjRijmvQW8-TnO8o-veHLGEus8fIIB5YTVRZFIO0gMwjhu-2PEqI5Dx6aOb-hkFBoW6SUdbBYDKrjpFFAB1KByllxqB0nBT16KF5vJnkQ3evA39sQGrFIBZeibWmXAArOICxn_3yiFKQAFofkOI2E/s320/20220818_112719.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Echium is 12ft tall , still covered in bees, and cucurbit flowers are beloved by tiny pollinators. I have succeeded , she says proudly of having something to attract pollinators during every day of the year, letting my brassicas go to seed, allowing dead nettles to grow through winter, and never hanging on for the bulbs, as there is always a wild flower arriving to fill in any gaps.</span></div><p></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-42357504638006316482022-08-11T12:37:00.003+01:002022-08-11T18:43:49.895+01:00Have bought you a crab, Mum!<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFvAZgy8MaWPNme8B5T7NkrXxQaO73i2y-Udu5yEngDPaCFOWGx-_TRf-bnXFYEU7G9g_gv6WevVNWVd0_ms0nH19rjmo3FdfjvPBCy5cmCzFLgATU3m807FB97P3xTiHS5O-8PHcyBrBpd-wwp1q7JnVOsRhFWlt2LXtJjhDtr0ezhIlkH0/s3264/62789E07-FE7B-42F2-A1F3-C20C080A4D9E.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFvAZgy8MaWPNme8B5T7NkrXxQaO73i2y-Udu5yEngDPaCFOWGx-_TRf-bnXFYEU7G9g_gv6WevVNWVd0_ms0nH19rjmo3FdfjvPBCy5cmCzFLgATU3m807FB97P3xTiHS5O-8PHcyBrBpd-wwp1q7JnVOsRhFWlt2LXtJjhDtr0ezhIlkH0/w479-h360/62789E07-FE7B-42F2-A1F3-C20C080A4D9E.jpeg" width="479" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">That picture was taken in June , the last time I managed to get a crab. Today on August 11th Ann and Graham have brought me one from Scarborough from the shop where Gary fillets fish sometimes. That shop is only open first thing in the morning. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our lovely Filey wet fish shop closed down at Easter just as we were all planning our Good Friday meals. No, I'm not complaining.There is always another way . We do not have to eat Crab. We , if go by the media are going to have a job to <b><i>afford food at all .</i></b> Yes, I am working out a strategy to save Gas and Electricity, and I'm taking positive steps to change our lifestyle.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Colin's Carer Chris suggested that I should unplug all the chargers around the house until I need them. Ive just counted, there are 6. For the first week I did indeed switch them all off, but my intentions have been thwarted by my butterfly mind. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blog.moneysavingexpert.com/?utm_medium=cpc&utm_source=google&utm_campaign=sitelink&utm_content=blog&&source=GOO-0X000004272CCE06A4&gclid=CjwKCAjw0dKXBhBPEiwA2bmObSzJaFcEMM-GiVA1EU6gm0C3dFKSS5S5qJmxP_MXsGLC3f-73IYggBoC-poQAvD_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds" target="_blank">Martin Lewis</a> , who I admire from his easy manner on <b>MoneyBox Live </b>is profuse in great ideas for coping with the current Media Circus and scaremongering re Price Caps on fuel and direct debits of hundreds a month. I am reminded that he wants to be an MP too, (I think)and wonder for how long he can remain the impartial voice of reason. I hope he will join the <a href="https://policy.greenparty.org.uk/"><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Green Party</span></b></a>. (I have just followed grandson no.1 and joined).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am going to start cooking on the top of my Log burner again, and put a kettle on it, before its illegal to burn the Kiln dried Ash logs we use in winter, and the stove warms all our small cottage. I have the national Collection of candles still from the Millenium Scare.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm doing all I can to cut down on my plastic waste. This is not easy as spouse has so many medical items that are made of plastic, I have to use them .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday , however I disposed of 4 food containers that declared they are <b>not recycled yet, </b>Soft<b> </b>prunes, ground coffee, Truvia and yellow split peas. None of these items could be sold in paper packets. Son in Brighton and daughter in Sussex , where the <b>green </b>awareness is very high, are able to go to <a href="https://bath.scoopwholefoods.com/product-category/bulk-foods/" target="_blank">scoop shops </a> taking their own containers. I am pleading for another one to open in Filey. Twenty years ago we had one , which I used as often as I could, but it was ahead of its time and lasted only less that a year. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Filey is a poor place to shop anyway as it is demographically client led, catering for the Caravan trade, the Geriatric ready meals trade , and Yorkshire's idea of a good diet. ( Thank God for our Greengrocer and butcher). We have 3 friends who eat no vegetables except peas. These are nutritionally ok, being second class proteins, but for us there are only so many Pea, mushroom and Paneer curries we can eat in a month.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our chiropodist Ann has recommended a champion of eating cheaply , Jack Monroe oka <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Monroe" target="_blank">The bootstrap cook</a>. Her Cook Books are great, and her <b>out of the box ideas </b>for recipes helpful for everyone.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I stopped , or tried to stop, buying foods flown in to the uk, except for Avocados , grapes and oranges. I have tried to grow pulses on my allotment and have succeeded with chick peas, mange tout, and sugar snap peas. If we are going to get through winters more economically, I am reminded that dried peas kept people going before potatoes came to the uk. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My allotment neighbour Brian grows enough peas to see him through the year . I imagine him sitting and shelling them for days, for the freezer. Broad beans too are easy to grow, and so are that other neglected staple Butter beans. WE just need to find better ways of storing and using them . I remember my mother soaking butter beans to use them . We could do that easily. I make a great soup with yellow split peas, coconut milk , onion and Red Thai paste, easy to freeze when very thick , and just water down to serve. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dhal can be made so many ways too, with so many different spices </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">and additions. Its such a cheap staple too, as a 500 gm pack red lentils cost 99p In Aldi, add onions and tumeric and optional hard boiled eggs and feed 6.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdY6BaJFZmjldEZZWE04h6fKCAPSsZoFdNjrNZxbC6qj03EZ8KaUU0sjmlEr7hgwZZmIppX6emmC4QnjdsxxBh4w6VOS0z4Q7vjEMcBOy7a_R1rSzyAR_EpFZO3twNeIXrQcUsQACuYFUWqQwkN7sjXEg_vn4i7i7bMV7yA78Jx2bd0OQ_9U/s3264/IMG_4735.HEIC" style="clear: left; font-size: x-large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdY6BaJFZmjldEZZWE04h6fKCAPSsZoFdNjrNZxbC6qj03EZ8KaUU0sjmlEr7hgwZZmIppX6emmC4QnjdsxxBh4w6VOS0z4Q7vjEMcBOy7a_R1rSzyAR_EpFZO3twNeIXrQcUsQACuYFUWqQwkN7sjXEg_vn4i7i7bMV7yA78Jx2bd0OQ_9U/w243-h178/IMG_4735.HEIC" width="243" /></a>Martin Lewis says It's more economical to boil a kettle on stove than use an electric kettle. I have a 3.5 ltr one , its taking us </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">a while to dovetail the timing and the amount of water to put in the kettle, but we've only had it a week. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Microwave might have to go next, although spouse remembers all those childhood dinners kept warm on 2 plates over a saucepan of water. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22eabPp7ch-fIisBqJfLSfX1uqKy_uoMwvQm6IR5_BBMjXkZic5t6YS-vIZ7dx3YBF8Z_UypHTlQMqDEGTUTUl-022GmJKrYrf0eD4MwkOoJBV0rUqGNlfUOkeb2qKcdW4aVOf-k7OFZ3wenqzvrPzovsquXY-661qEt1Cp1y-4ck5GuAv-M/s3264/IMG_4731.HEIC" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22eabPp7ch-fIisBqJfLSfX1uqKy_uoMwvQm6IR5_BBMjXkZic5t6YS-vIZ7dx3YBF8Z_UypHTlQMqDEGTUTUl-022GmJKrYrf0eD4MwkOoJBV0rUqGNlfUOkeb2qKcdW4aVOf-k7OFZ3wenqzvrPzovsquXY-661qEt1Cp1y-4ck5GuAv-M/w174-h233/IMG_4731.HEIC" width="174" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I'm not good at Jam but I've managed this year with a thermometer and before the birds broke through the netting to the blackcurrant bushes. The redcurrant jelly took 2 boilings using the cold plate set test, but the thermometer did the trick . I use the ancient Marguerite Pattern book of recipes which is dropping to bits and yellowing .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grandson no 2 is always trying to get me to listen to Podcasts. Every one is listening to them these days he says as he reels off the names of good ones. I must listen to the younger generation now I'm classed as one of the Olds. But I still like to put actual words down on virtual paper like this blog , and read the constant stream of Library books that daughter no1 brings from her workplace, a great library in the East Riding 10 miles away. I get plenty of updates about the World on Radio 4, (long may it continue), and the Music world form Jess Gillam on Radio 3.</span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'll go now and get the lunch. Spouse has to have main meal at lunchtime now, following strong medical advise. Ive just read in todays Times that they recommend that too now for a Healthy lifestyle. The trouble is that this Old is exhausted by 2pm after preparing food from scratch, washing by hand(until machine is fixed on Tuesday) , watering the plants first thing because of the heat, fielding phone calls, and callers, so that when I sit down to read , I drop off. By 5pm I'm ready to prepare a meal from scratch, so perhaps I'll have to prepare tomorrows meal today, and recycle my time as well as my wrappers.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAe5IGnW9Ax79nPojjiyCJYP1d2IJH-C85cyuLKFliZlWKJAf0qCm4Nz_8yLKR0W4NXZW0tkuT2AuL5WrhK_52LYkjy0RdlFj6Z5AOge7pbAhG1HYLKwg_sDYsr5YfR4K9auTo-PSsBEibaJm6cMJ4gAJl5UaRgWjdAnq0DXdGq9Xh8HL1wqs/s2532/20220811_115137.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2532" data-original-width="1908" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAe5IGnW9Ax79nPojjiyCJYP1d2IJH-C85cyuLKFliZlWKJAf0qCm4Nz_8yLKR0W4NXZW0tkuT2AuL5WrhK_52LYkjy0RdlFj6Z5AOge7pbAhG1HYLKwg_sDYsr5YfR4K9auTo-PSsBEibaJm6cMJ4gAJl5UaRgWjdAnq0DXdGq9Xh8HL1wqs/s320/20220811_115137.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-89945215709569766702022-05-03T16:40:00.003+01:002022-05-04T16:30:33.584+01:00Theatre of the not absurd<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq8eGTsUJdGkcGtWLWFMbsLFvUjURrgSkHJOI-l1EpIx4sRQhD5C1BgtIAtjTrg8rjZB5Ppi_hKSeB4_cW5XgQT0iDULudsBIVOPKPpNEBI3R2xUJHUTTSLMHpxwbw_lMoIMsU9gMIG0sivDNresNE1V5yE5MFbyjGKaCmiKG6-eXpHsnSpq0/s3264/IMG_4549.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq8eGTsUJdGkcGtWLWFMbsLFvUjURrgSkHJOI-l1EpIx4sRQhD5C1BgtIAtjTrg8rjZB5Ppi_hKSeB4_cW5XgQT0iDULudsBIVOPKPpNEBI3R2xUJHUTTSLMHpxwbw_lMoIMsU9gMIG0sivDNresNE1V5yE5MFbyjGKaCmiKG6-eXpHsnSpq0/w438-h329/IMG_4549.HEIC" width="438" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;">I would like a posh one , but at present am not able to wield a saw , a plane or even a hammer really. My theatre will do for me , cobbled in a corner of my backyard using bricks, bits of bricks and sitting resplendent atop an ageing coal bunker.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My start of the day has an updated routine now</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">feel if I'm alive</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">take life prolonging meds </span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">do Lectio 365 </span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">see if spouse is alive</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">make us both a cup of tea</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">do ablutions</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">collect daily washing ,start washing machine</span></li><li><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">GO INTO BACKYARD & LOOK AT AURICULA THEATRE</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"> peg washing on line</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">make porridge for spouse</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">prepare breakfast for self</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">go to Wydale or Filey Parish on Zoom (weekdays except Tuesdays)</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-size: large;">Daughter no1, son in law, friend Liz and I have been discussing the collecting and displaying of Primula auriculas. Though recorded in Elizabethan times, and popular in the 19th C when specialist Flower Societies were formed , son in law tells me Geoff Hamilton popularised them , but for me Chelsea Physic Garden first brought a Theatre to my attention. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><u><i>An aside</i></u></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Spouse and I love the <a href="https://www.chelseaphysicgarden.co.uk/visit/whats-on/" target="_blank">Chelsea Physic Garden,</a> we went every time we were in town , and in the days when members got in at the front door and had to sign a book, and the gardens were more or less free from the hoy palloy. Now its open most days, and spouse knows he might not be able to visit again. We will have to put the membership in my name. I think being there without spouse might be one of the hardest visits I will ever have to do.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I can appreciate why P. auriculas were popular with the working classes in <a href="https://www.rareplantfair.co.uk/news-and-articles/primula-auriculas-deserved-merit/">Victorian times</a>. They are easy to cultivate, tolerant of afternoon shade and take up very little space , are mostly kept in pots and are just displayed once a year when they flower, April and May . </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">In our last holiday together in 2019, and with family who are seasoned navigators and bargees, on the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staffordshire_and_Worcestershire_Canal">Staffordshire and Worcester canal</a> we passed a famous garden centre, Ashwood Nurseries, which I unashamedly recommend for <a href="https://www.ashwoodnurseries.com/shop/catalogsearch/result/?cat=9&q=Primula+auricula" target="_blank">Primula Auriculas</a>. I am going to buy only 4 new varieties a year, on the phone of course, so that my delight doesn't become an obsession or I a frightful bore.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyk03_Zx1e4VJ1WDoLXUpLmCht35ubr_7pBlJpSnUMDENxZZbdEDSMFXJucJprvSLXDBiG8t9a44gMJ5NAFA6M4citGbb_oFIROpAKIGohk2_ZZbvgXNGv-84m5RPnrAwNOWFO_xArgiEFSuqCfVkssBfKU4cHMwrf2N7qt-AB5F8WmhwwMAA/s2447/IMG_4548.HEIC" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2447" data-original-width="1672" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyk03_Zx1e4VJ1WDoLXUpLmCht35ubr_7pBlJpSnUMDENxZZbdEDSMFXJucJprvSLXDBiG8t9a44gMJ5NAFA6M4citGbb_oFIROpAKIGohk2_ZZbvgXNGv-84m5RPnrAwNOWFO_xArgiEFSuqCfVkssBfKU4cHMwrf2N7qt-AB5F8WmhwwMAA/s320/IMG_4548.HEIC" width="219" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">This year my favourite is called SVR. I had to ask the salesperson what that meant . Guess it ! *see bottom of post<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">When daughter No 2 next visits from East Sussex she is bringing me some more P. a's from the nursery she works in. They are all different again, not doubles but more 'edges'.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">My readers will know that I love Echiums, as I have written about them several times.You may not know I also too love to grow Coleus from seed, just so that you know I have an eclectic taste. Daughter no 1 loves to grow onions. She has 82 on her allotment , and counts them every day. I grew Loofahs last year, but have decided I don't love them. I am growing lots of sweetcorn this year, of the coloured heritage variety. I'll let you know what I think in October.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Meanwhile enjoy my Coleus....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKEQ8HAHImISmWpkGWosaH2BDFRPmMfst0GsqHUUE4ESN-w1Edv7p51i4_6iZvpV3aDWIFyGLbfBTNM3J3MhBe1t2YSKiD8Js3DQgM4Ok-fIR96TqpNGF9a2YNvjl5RsLrNkRPCr7j977Ii1wbCqqlXoMiEVpDxKUxN2Q48U-Z2asZprShss/s3264/IMG_4537.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKEQ8HAHImISmWpkGWosaH2BDFRPmMfst0GsqHUUE4ESN-w1Edv7p51i4_6iZvpV3aDWIFyGLbfBTNM3J3MhBe1t2YSKiD8Js3DQgM4Ok-fIR96TqpNGF9a2YNvjl5RsLrNkRPCr7j977Ii1wbCqqlXoMiEVpDxKUxN2Q48U-Z2asZprShss/w438-h329/IMG_4537.JPG" width="438" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">*SVR Severn Valley Railway</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p><br /></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-66722591065236253912022-01-06T14:29:00.004+00:002022-01-06T21:40:13.264+00:00Little Gidding, Pete Greig , and Mental Health<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg56HPx_YaV73dffQHS5BJi01LBhlReoD9NIEUv9XSgnmIZkGloLkOAQSiJB0NaE4_l_GcJiNburUPoWa5qUoiA3AGTO6ZA86vO5STRalSfwss5y_HzmOUgLNL3_rrduct1twIb0uzffuKUw8ynYY3tPLYTTBdbUHgXtJofmiqH3_Ep1KZhhNU=s383" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="131" data-original-width="383" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg56HPx_YaV73dffQHS5BJi01LBhlReoD9NIEUv9XSgnmIZkGloLkOAQSiJB0NaE4_l_GcJiNburUPoWa5qUoiA3AGTO6ZA86vO5STRalSfwss5y_HzmOUgLNL3_rrduct1twIb0uzffuKUw8ynYY3tPLYTTBdbUHgXtJofmiqH3_Ep1KZhhNU=w463-h158" width="463" /></a></div> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">My friends all know that I love Poetry. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We had a huge cull of books when we moved back into the cottage 10 years ago , and left a room which was furnished from floor to ceiling with bespoke bookshelves made by the craftsman Malcolm Johnson .Colin loaded up Mother's sholley with books several times a day and walked to the Charity Shops with the load until we were advised they could not receive any more. I kept all my Poetry books, most shelf space now after my Botany books.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Little Gidding is my Adlesdrop place, as I did pass through it unwontedly on the way to Yorkshire from London avoiding motorways. I always knew it had been a religious community of the strict High Anglican sort , but not having ever read the Four Quartets that pleasure was to come. </span><a href="http://www.dirtyglory.org/new-page-2" style="font-family: helvetica;" target="_blank">Pete Greig</a><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> always surprises me with his rhetoric , his writings and his vision,and I value his contribution to the stability of my mental health. He writes on 4th Jan</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> that</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #050505;"><i>Reading today's headlines, I'm reminded of a line from T.S. Eliot, who died on this day in 1965: ‘Christ is the still point of the turning world' .....</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #050505;"> <i>it has become my necessary daily practice simply to sit in silence and stillness each morning for a few minutes,......</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>But I believe that God’s quiet invitation to each one of us at the start of this year is this: ‘Be still and know that I am God.’ (Psalm 46:10). We know ‘of’ God through the bible but we actually know him through the practice of silence, stillness and solitude. Good doctrine is dead without doxology. This was something I experienced deeply and cumulatively during my three week solitary pilgrimage from Iona to Lindisfarne in October. ..............</i></span></p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>in 'Little Gidding' - a poem named after a small monastic community - T.S. Eliot captures and conveys the spirit of precisely this kind of silent praying;</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i> 'You are here to kneel </i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Where prayer has been valid.</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>And prayer is more </i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Than an order of words,</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i> the conscious occupation</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Of the praying mind,</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i> or the sound of the voice praying'</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><br /></i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><br /></i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">For two years now I have been doing<a href="https://www.24-7prayer.com/resource/lectio-365/" target="_blank"> LECTIO 365</a> , a free app on my mobile . I don't read it, I sit quietly after my initial quiet sit , and I listen. Since Colin has been more himself and able to listen , we have done the evening Lectio too , and listen together , like doing the Compline of the Daily Office.My friend Tara first told me of it, and my friend Pam further up my road, and I have told many friends of it. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Throughout lockdown and to this dayI have also been in a parallel world as <b style="font-style: italic;">reluctant carer to infirm beloved. </b>THIS life is dominated by the truly boring tasks in life , and may be accompanied sometimes by the temptation to run away, to cry, to moan, to cook and eat ready meals, to wear the same clothes for a week, and to feel sorry for myself. I want to .. I want to.... and even if all the Art Galleries and days of sunshine, and Beautiful music and meals out were possible , I would still be completely out of my comfort zone , my head space would still be in need of still ness, balm and thankfulness. I now appreciate that Brother Lawrence worshipped during the washing of pots, and just how saintly are those who can truly live and not count the cost. For me I am with Pete Greig, and find stillness does wonders.The busiest of days need the stillness first for me.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6gSA5t1EPziqsSeZc6ccVMU9zVDu-9gwfQnzFLpNRs72yKmpqLZvZRDExNXR0GGxz1bmphW7LNabIvl-4vy9OiaiSPksm4ctyNBbFjfK79zpQjpZqvtBjLGTETE6Mp5UMoYbJHb-xMdEFXj3FJfB3t9xKl4Bb7wE3ljuZcoOFIU5YnLwEn0c=s2448" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6gSA5t1EPziqsSeZc6ccVMU9zVDu-9gwfQnzFLpNRs72yKmpqLZvZRDExNXR0GGxz1bmphW7LNabIvl-4vy9OiaiSPksm4ctyNBbFjfK79zpQjpZqvtBjLGTETE6Mp5UMoYbJHb-xMdEFXj3FJfB3t9xKl4Bb7wE3ljuZcoOFIU5YnLwEn0c=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div>I Wrote in a <a href="https://bridteacher.blogspot.com/2017/09/back-end-coming-clean.html" target="_blank">previous pos</a>t, the one that has had the most hits [ from the data] that Gardening had kept me sane. Five years on I still cling on to my sanctuary that is my allotment, but things have changed there too, as the fast daily walks to the mile away plot are no longer practical as my HIP is paining and I cant walk fast at all , so my cardio work out is missing from my routine. I cant be bothered to do sit ups or any other exercise, its as much as I can do to walk to the chemist for beloveds prescriptions. BUT I can take the car and I can still do my no dig gardening with joy and satisfaction and am planning my rotations and my potato order. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Last year I grew LOOFAHS and got seeds for the whole of Filey for this year seemingly. Our Christmas lunch at Kiaora included Red Cabbage from the plot cooked with apples and onions also from the plot. I am still picking Broccoli and Chard and my rare Echiums are still alive , just.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2qHiTAdjdU68ufyrMAD7eFU_1c6-7PtkT25kzc6z7EbxEsuQGYYd17C_E_p08qKe9L3gmgAeX4f25iLP0gS4-kHfkBq03SKo9Ls5JY1ZDwfnifjTADTdFAj47Y_TM9KGiNHy2-RQft2oF9jrmRJ-NAZysDauHLUVWbh6Du-LoWATqT7nfDeY=s2448" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2qHiTAdjdU68ufyrMAD7eFU_1c6-7PtkT25kzc6z7EbxEsuQGYYd17C_E_p08qKe9L3gmgAeX4f25iLP0gS4-kHfkBq03SKo9Ls5JY1ZDwfnifjTADTdFAj47Y_TM9KGiNHy2-RQft2oF9jrmRJ-NAZysDauHLUVWbh6Du-LoWATqT7nfDeY=w340-h340" width="340" /></a></div><br />It warms my heart that I am not the only person to have heard of and employ 'no dig' and my joy will be complete when Mike and the rest of the Allotment association buy NO Peat compost for the site SHOP.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicviQTPCGVPGlNnbCJxRyaX8Bw8QCjRz6jXSOwvJSlqhU_Pvj_YCMQTe3zCQOR2xD1vmOjveUTNYvK_N_7NEV10XbFa0U53LWnB1TTuz_G_kcVM-h51bLv7dJGnVB08yDqA0etvfqCCX_m84kpy_6JEss8NmeBIiM0ClRzp25uhGwg_PfH8_w=s4128" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4128" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicviQTPCGVPGlNnbCJxRyaX8Bw8QCjRz6jXSOwvJSlqhU_Pvj_YCMQTe3zCQOR2xD1vmOjveUTNYvK_N_7NEV10XbFa0U53LWnB1TTuz_G_kcVM-h51bLv7dJGnVB08yDqA0etvfqCCX_m84kpy_6JEss8NmeBIiM0ClRzp25uhGwg_PfH8_w=w528-h244" width="528" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">NEW YEAR PROMISE OF SUNNY DAYS AND FASCINATING SKIES</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some Sunshine please now O Creator of it!</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">May you all enjoy GOOD MENTAL HEALTH this year. <br /><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-66950715742766920332021-10-13T17:37:00.003+01:002021-10-13T18:10:29.508+01:00Viennese Whirls<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopApAsZqaABq0eg1QUl7uPSLFWkd9BdIA_q-mviwxiV9Yj2iX0rJsylhjflNCs9vKM5z6EAF4jG6glgsdXN-AIwcWkHWGUtE_dXFBibp1lbqmtJWMX0zstQkYrNg43q81Ayto/s267/dean.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="210" data-original-width="267" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopApAsZqaABq0eg1QUl7uPSLFWkd9BdIA_q-mviwxiV9Yj2iX0rJsylhjflNCs9vKM5z6EAF4jG6glgsdXN-AIwcWkHWGUtE_dXFBibp1lbqmtJWMX0zstQkYrNg43q81Ayto/w335-h263/dean.jpeg" width="335" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Daughter no 1 and I have just had a Grand Day Out. This was a whole family effort, although there were just the two of us on the expedition . Plans had to be made in the tradition of Youth hostelling, Voyages to the Antarctic, Ordering schedules, Acquiring provisions, Leaving a secure base to return to , with beloved safe, fed and near the TV controls , a meal to await return .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Son in law @mrcravenracont, daughter @ImogenWormald , and assorted grandsons and nephews have not deserted twitter for Instagram completely. Son in law is always finding me interesting people to follow, and all of us claim to have first found @PoetDeanWilson, who finds a Pebble of the Day. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daughter first found Wrecking Ball Press @wbphull and associated bookshop in the Hepworth Arcade on a sojourn around Hulls Old Town, but I claim to have been the first person in the immediate family to have used Twitter, when @simonrudiger set me up to run our @FileyParish account in 2009. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I happily ran @Filey_UK from 2009 too, but was able to share the running of it with Tracey Roberts @fileyford, about 10 years ago when Carer Duties became more time consuming. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It doesn't not surprise me that @PoetDeanWilson has 12.8 K Followers. Filonians have many more pebbles to discover than the beachcombers of Withernsea, but most post pictures of the beach , and these for me are not as entertaining , creative and otherworldly as the pebbles. <i>Photos of Filey Old and New </i>, the highly successful Facebook group started by our wonderful plumber and friends shows Filey only , and I want to go further . </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Cgs5iktan0/YWb_lLXd4OI/AAAAAAABTxQ/ymP4kJs_SDkjR2aH1AXmHMTdMYsGHBa3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s514/Untitledquilt.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="514" height="143" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Cgs5iktan0/YWb_lLXd4OI/AAAAAAABTxQ/ymP4kJs_SDkjR2aH1AXmHMTdMYsGHBa3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w177-h143/Untitledquilt.jpeg" width="177" /></a></div>The Pebbles may transport to rock beds across seas, stretch the creative minds , inspire vocabulary , and search for learning .</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Son in law first saw the Exhibition At <a href="https://withernsealighthouse.co.uk/">Withernsea Lighthouse Museum</a> dropped casually into the twittersphere. Deans Pebbles inspired @k_j_turner to craft a quilt , and its just beautiful, on show with Pebbles and Photos . </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLqikqEvkuA/YWcDyW622oI/AAAAAAABTxc/Zb2JRp9nA-o-q6pnwbNK5kfAfhBrgFDLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2608/20211010_123805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2608" data-original-width="1205" height="229" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLqikqEvkuA/YWcDyW622oI/AAAAAAABTxc/Zb2JRp9nA-o-q6pnwbNK5kfAfhBrgFDLwCLcBGAsYHQ/w106-h229/20211010_123805.jpg" width="106" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So the Grand Day out was planned before the Lighthouse closes for the season .Last chance is 24th October 2021.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ive known Withernsea all my life, Aunty Mabel and Uncle Gordon lived in Bannister street , until the railway was closed and they had to move to Brough so they could commute to Hull . </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DacQhgAeJBA/YWcDq7FJ4nI/AAAAAAABTxY/s2h2-fpsypYqW5jqp15uI-_ImDz9o7C_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG-20211010-WA0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="190" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DacQhgAeJBA/YWcDq7FJ4nI/AAAAAAABTxY/s2h2-fpsypYqW5jqp15uI-_ImDz9o7C_QCLcBGAsYHQ/w107-h190/IMG-20211010-WA0031.jpg" width="107" /></a></div>Its has a much more attractive seafront since EU money paid for extensive updates in 1995/6. Like Filey it is however a deprived seaside town, which no sanitised rhetoric can hide as the Census and other data says it all . Ive never been to the lighthouse before, a fantastic pot of tea in the garden, and then on to Patrington to show daughter one of the loveliest parish churches in England and to the atmospheric Sunk Island, Stone Creek and home by Cherry Cob sands. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qr_u-XXycCE/YWcEMhU1gWI/AAAAAAABTxs/7ZyrVINSYV8Y-DTBstHgyuxQ5PpVhY1rACLcBGAsYHQ/s2608/20211010_140552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2608" data-original-width="1205" height="357" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qr_u-XXycCE/YWcEMhU1gWI/AAAAAAABTxs/7ZyrVINSYV8Y-DTBstHgyuxQ5PpVhY1rACLcBGAsYHQ/w165-h357/20211010_140552.jpg" width="165" /></a></div></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Deans Poems , and I have <b>Take me up the Lighthouse ,</b> include the Poem </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SMART METER, </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">IS THE POEM ABOUT VIENNESE WHIRLS , JUST FOR MY SON WHO LOVES THEM !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This poetry book comes with a warning , as my daughter said , <i>Its a bit rude Mum !</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tz8ZuS9pQk/YWcLKzqZpZI/AAAAAAABTyY/AUt3ewVcm0Y78FFFWM5-ARlju8yZejRAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s516/Untitled.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="384" height="491" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tz8ZuS9pQk/YWcLKzqZpZI/AAAAAAABTyY/AUt3ewVcm0Y78FFFWM5-ARlju8yZejRAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w365-h491/Untitled.jpeg" width="365" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span><!--more--></span><span><!--more--></span></div><br /> <p></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-14749170331208390702021-09-30T18:11:00.001+01:002021-09-30T18:11:27.032+01:00The stones would shout aloud<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgX1gSMSXJZykXLsHAHZfxBAiOlrShGH9HuMGZpn608U_2BdcQR7zJq-UjT1grU7vMRxXL_MuNVTo4lkIn7dK9U_xnuA_CJ3G2MDLshI29IwOapbB24tOGFY4w1HqAujdrXyF/s2560/20210929_100712.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="2560" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgX1gSMSXJZykXLsHAHZfxBAiOlrShGH9HuMGZpn608U_2BdcQR7zJq-UjT1grU7vMRxXL_MuNVTo4lkIn7dK9U_xnuA_CJ3G2MDLshI29IwOapbB24tOGFY4w1HqAujdrXyF/w400-h185/20210929_100712.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">Walking slowly behind or ahead of beloved is an acquired skill, the factors change</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Are we in a hurry?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Is the sun shining?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Is there a hazard ahead?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Is the path narrow or wide enough to pass ?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Are we on a well known path, road , car park, field or garden?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Is anyone coming towards us?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Is anyone wanting to overtake us?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Do we need to converse?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Have I got my Hearing aids in ?</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We have had some <i>spats </i>when I’ve been talking and beloved has not heard as I walk ahead of the ‘<i>who do you think you are talking to variety’ </i>from him, to ‘<i>I cant hear you ‘ </i>from me ,when unable to lip read as have my Covid mask on and therefore no hearing devices. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So it has been stress free here in Wydale on the holiday break I never thought we would ever manage again. The trial run of 2 nights in July has made way for 4 nights in September. We don’t have to talk as we walk in convoy of two ,carrying all the necessary equipment for the shortest even sojourn abroad ,in a Herons bag cleverly masquerading as shopping or a picnic. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We are staying in the new ground floor Self - catering accommodation in the Emmaus Centre but having Full board. Geriatrica it certainly is not. We are the only guests needing to sit near the breakfast buffet . Other guests are walkers, dancers, artists and writers, groups of young looking men and women in clerical dress and/or jeans and piercings on Day courses, and occasionally men and women in purple , but not spitting in the street. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beloved and I are free to roam the paths until we find a quiet bench , then we may talk, or not .We mostly enjoy , a luxury for Beloved , a stop for a chat in front of the various shrubs , trees and annuals of interest. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Is that a Cornus or a Viburnum?</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Take a pic of the Monkey Puzzle tree for Alice</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">That’s a yellow Crab Apple</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Ken’s done a good job on the Lavendar</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">The new Meadow Strip is a good idea, they’ll have to dig out the perennial weeds that have grown so quickly. Best put black membrane down until it’s seeded</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Shall I give them a packet of Yellow Rattle</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Don’t interfere</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Take a pic of those </span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Here’s Jasper</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s all looking so good</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>And it is.</span><span>For the last 20 months some people have discovered for the first time new pastimes. Never was the name </span><i>pastime </i><span>more apt. Never has an interest in gardening been such a lifeline in difficult times it seems. On this day when the government Furlough Scheme ends some people </span></span></div><div><ul><li><span style="font-size: medium;">will have had their lives radically changed as they can no longer afford their rents, </span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">might have to plough through paperwork and bureaucracy to get Universal Credit</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;"> or a new job </span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">or come to terms with redundancy,</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;"> or an inability to pay a mortgage. </span></li></ul><span style="font-size: medium;"> Everything has changed or is about to . </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Global Pandemic and its sister disaster Global Warming have marshalled I hope those of us in the west to start rethinking all our entrenched assumptions of the Good Life, family life, life without Europe, the NHS and even our security , into hoping that we can have a Global reboot of everything that will turn us back to the place where we can halt both toxic sisters.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRIhlQKTtK4/YVXvqXcjVfI/AAAAAAABTes/tFUucLdBbFIIQQC93DJSOXzmH_hiKO0zACPcBGAsYHg/s4128/20210930_115245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="1908" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRIhlQKTtK4/YVXvqXcjVfI/AAAAAAABTes/tFUucLdBbFIIQQC93DJSOXzmH_hiKO0zACPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210930_115245.jpg" width="148" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Here in the place where I have had time to think about Covid and Global Warning, and plenty of leisure to walk slowly behind my beloved , and sit awhile on garden benches, and walk past stone walls with seedling trees and ferns bravely living in the crevices, I’m more drawn to the Lichen growing on branches, a sign of clean and pure air. The lichens give me joy, a God Given and amazing life form, not Fungus, not Algae but although the taxonomic classification is Fungus it is a symbiotic relationship of the two. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlgRFRbFYQeFqdIgCLdBlS5zessWGouxp47hiAsCgCxsMPMu7WrspRhQgQhgx9LsofH7oBJtaXwlGTuEW6SlN1G5gkkS7Ff-LPbO67QC-DKlYsT0MGX1CKXWqsTZuwQu6Qcns/s1860/20210929_101802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1860" data-original-width="1750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlgRFRbFYQeFqdIgCLdBlS5zessWGouxp47hiAsCgCxsMPMu7WrspRhQgQhgx9LsofH7oBJtaXwlGTuEW6SlN1G5gkkS7Ff-LPbO67QC-DKlYsT0MGX1CKXWqsTZuwQu6Qcns/s320/20210929_101802.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The joy of them does not end here. They can convert Carbon dioxide into Oxygen, fix Nitrogen and are the cheapest way to detect Pollution, and shout aloud from stones on which they live. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The lines in the Morning Prayer liturgy used at Wydale include this couplet</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>If Christ’s disciples keep silent </i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>These stones would shout aloud</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I get it .</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*note to self , send email to audiology as have just lost yet another Hearing aid on the streets of Filey in the putting mask on quickly move .</span></div></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-63749951931898036182021-08-12T13:59:00.005+01:002021-08-12T14:15:21.212+01:00Lightening and Thunderbolt<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzLjM6TtbHZ2FoWAoL-D_DNg6qzkLA7WhyxF-z0CLp2HVxevsQcQrXuil9elOPpB3f5rKYozeKvP5jbaX59acsFD2tt4RJLT5OQ3KAKaVlM6keNaaX4FmAdMkmsUHkk5gsutZ/s1290/Screenshot_20210811-152132_WhatsApp%257E2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1290" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzLjM6TtbHZ2FoWAoL-D_DNg6qzkLA7WhyxF-z0CLp2HVxevsQcQrXuil9elOPpB3f5rKYozeKvP5jbaX59acsFD2tt4RJLT5OQ3KAKaVlM6keNaaX4FmAdMkmsUHkk5gsutZ/w579-h323/Screenshot_20210811-152132_WhatsApp%257E2.jpg" title="Reuben strimming wildflower meadow strip" width="579" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Since my last post in May I have not been enjoying a deckchair in the garden , reading countless books of Detective fiction, baking Frangipane tarts , walking along the shoreline in bare feet or decorating the downstairs bathroom. I've had dozens of ideas of blogs to enthral . My spare time has of course led me to my Allotment plot a mile from my home here, where I can see the sea when I stand on the front step. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For 5 years now I have had Dave's pristine (once) old plot as well as mine. I used to share my plot with Bernard, and I have his as well since he married Queenie in 2017. I am what John Siddle used to say was one who gardened in <i>organized chaos. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I cherish those words. John taught me English at my Grammar school ,Greatfield High school. Hull , in the 1960s. He came back into my life when he retired to Filey . On this day when grandchildren get English results, I don't sit here hoping I would manage my O level English Language again now; I don't need to imagine my old mentor is checking my participles , or my Latin master appreciating my understanding of the archaic language as informing my Botanical nomenclature, as <i>I couldn't care less. </i>Wen i text i say u and c and as long as it is understood it no longer worries me. I can't text quickly like my offspring and their offspring. I can't Word Process quickly either, I use 2 fingers. If I were back at my school I would not have taken Chemistry and PE, I would have sat in the Commercial class as it was called ,and learn to touch type to music as I used to hear them all doing, that is a skill indeed.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My organized CHAOS may be discerned by the no dig gardeners, the new Ruth Stouts, and and present Bob Flowerdews as an Allotment of the future times, even here in the land that time forgot, where Peat Free Compost is not sold in our allotment shop (yet ). Even here we No Dig gardeners need discernment, as the Peat Free Compost in our wonderful Reighton Nurseries is not all it seems either, as the ingredient replacing the peat is from China! </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I want to record in 2021 that even if I have to give up my plot I am trying to use Practice which though not completely in the school of Charles Dowding is as good for the planet as I can manage . Here I put my hand up to Rat Bait in sheds, occasional weed killer on the border with the Railway embankment, and use of Cardboard that is not always brown .</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Paul Wilson , (<a href="http://www.advancedtreesandgrounds.co.uk/">Advanced trees and grounds)</a> supplies me with woodchip for my paths, the grandsons are employed to barrow it up to the plot.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Firstly Im thankful for the supply of good , large pieces of cardboard brought to my plot by friends. Many days I arrive at the plot to find treasure outside the shed door as I arrive to the packaging from garden chairs, beds, flat packs and even coffee pods. Thank you all the Helens, Stuarts, Lisas , Michaels for thinking of me,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Networking always pays off when in need of supplies for No Dig. John and his wife in Irton used to sell me all their horse manure. They were the first of the interesting folk one meets only through cultivating the earth .</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIwXMKPro5w/YRT1ktHYDYI/AAAAAAABSWA/jIAPQFPwbhsViuXLfkU4Im7tNPRgCrIowCLcBGAsYHQ/s749/Irton.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="421" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIwXMKPro5w/YRT1ktHYDYI/AAAAAAABSWA/jIAPQFPwbhsViuXLfkU4Im7tNPRgCrIowCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h356/Irton.jpeg" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">John would ring me and say he'd got a load , did I want it ? He had one old horse. The manure was straight from the field into sacks, and pure gold . It took a year to rot down and though I used to find it hard work barrowing even the sacks from the road to my plot , the two of us working together , it took half an hour , and worth it. I was upset when his old horse died and that supply ceased. Now my friend Ingrid whose daughter has a horse will bring me supplies , and if the bush telegraph works well on the site I get to hear when a free load has been dumped at the end of the road by my plot. </div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That is how I met Therese and Stuart one February as we spent </span><span style="font-size: large;">a bitterly cold morning helping ourselves to the contents of a winter cow byre . They are not only great suppliers of spare veg and cardboard but helpful and friendly, perfect allotmenteers. It was on that day that I met the young Syrian eye -surgeon refugee, who was waiting for his status to practice in this Country, From him I learned about the pale courgettes beloved of Syrians in their cuisine, which I now grow and pray for Syria as I tend them .</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58yf8anhY9zfAFvPNJPKGFcA6GCBIkJFDGOH9E6MQ33A_OwT300srWB5QFCKcRMY7WjQEMDSSktLoqpwG527KSQ7LE6XmP6DkkOjRMQWdmn5Xttk46t-OChyG-YRynE5BLGvX/s2048/IMG_3997.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1635" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58yf8anhY9zfAFvPNJPKGFcA6GCBIkJFDGOH9E6MQ33A_OwT300srWB5QFCKcRMY7WjQEMDSSktLoqpwG527KSQ7LE6XmP6DkkOjRMQWdmn5Xttk46t-OChyG-YRynE5BLGvX/w171-h215/IMG_3997.jpg" width="171" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">I tried to encourage my beloved to sit in my shed /greenhouse in the winter, cosy and warm next to my hotbeds , which I can get to 80F in January , February and March using straw , manure and urine and reading my book on Hotbeds , he won't, even though I have a sun lounger for him. <br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The straw for my hot beds now comes from friend Colin up above Hunmanby . He delivers straight to plot for me. I leave all the spare bales outdoor until October to get soaking wet and then it goes beautifully on top of the cardboard, with handfuls of chicken pellet fertiliser, and any donated horse manure. Colin also brings me horse manure from his field, let out to horses. This is fantastic stuff as it is already 3years rotted and growing magic.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpVarPyBJgc/YRUdmJoPlvI/AAAAAAABSWs/6rjZ7CajHEsLu2kmWzXoC0FtyD8HDVN9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s828/Chives.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="828" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpVarPyBJgc/YRUdmJoPlvI/AAAAAAABSWs/6rjZ7CajHEsLu2kmWzXoC0FtyD8HDVN9QCLcBGAsYHQ/w271-h195/Chives.jpeg" width="271" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">John Siddle might see some chaos on the plot , but it is very organised too. I let Borage and plantains seed all over as pollinators . The Borage can grow to 3feet tall in few weeks . I don't remove it, it will seed freely for next year, and is so easy to spot may always be pulled up if necessary. Chives are the first mass bed to attract the bees, after the Woad of April, the Cowslips, Primroses and Violas of March and the Hyacinths and Daffodils of January and February. All summer long a favourite native plant Scarlet Pimpernel creeps and flowers, I rarely weed it out as I do all the Chickweed which goes to Pete for his budgies. I like the Groundsel and Sow thistles, and remove the Flowerdew way by just pulling and leaving to rot down on the soil's surface as mulch, as with the spurges and speedwells. I can always recognize them if I have to remove . The Couch Grass and Horsetails are another thing altogether, removed and incinerated as soon as spotted. This is easy with the Horsetails , as Bernard eradicated most of them , but the Couch Grass is so hard to get out , as every little bit of underground stem if left in the ground will thrive to produce new plants, and as for Bindweed , that gorgeous 'Grandma Grandma Pop out of bed ' plant that has to be removed if possible and its underground stems look like a tube map.. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5JnVAZBMBRxBMJ8qtvCUfmT20aN_yVyxAq_bP2AN1j89-QSoKkPBJDxqjw735ubAE8r2H-sCgwgeBVNmI6j-A0panrpQJJbNtxTjroOwQDJlLmcgFplE6XQ6W4EaG7ZwRRh6/s439/couch+grass.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="258" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5JnVAZBMBRxBMJ8qtvCUfmT20aN_yVyxAq_bP2AN1j89-QSoKkPBJDxqjw735ubAE8r2H-sCgwgeBVNmI6j-A0panrpQJJbNtxTjroOwQDJlLmcgFplE6XQ6W4EaG7ZwRRh6/s320/couch+grass.jpeg" width="188" /></span></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This year has been very hard for me to keep up with removing the pernicious 'weeds ', as I do not have time . They need an army of people who do not carry <i>I am a carer card. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> Tagetes minutii </i>did not germinate well this year. It is the companion plant that exudes a toxin which slows the growth of Couch grass, so next years first challenge . It is a wonderful plant , growing up to 5'tall and I like to make windbreaks of it. I'm growing Tansy too amongst the raspberries , same use of companion planting. <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have been nurturing a pot of Ginger or Tumeric all year, but now realise it is Couch grass. Its beautiful though and could do well if was marketed as a conservatory plant and watered well. It would be cheap and easily divided to give away to friends as long as not planted out, then you would be as popular as if you had given them Japanese Knotweed. Would my friend who thought I went to Roedean please ignore this advice. I never should have said to her a we drove past the school on way to Newhaven , '<i>there my old school'</i> because she believed me for years I later found out . If you are from Hull you will know that Greatfield High school in 1959 to 65 was rough, and girls like me had to get tough to cope with it. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So Ive surrendered my Thunderbolt adapter now that Ive given away my Mac air, but bought a Lightening adapter for my ipad . I shall be showing my beloved his grandson <a href="https://ramblingreuben.blogspot.com/">Reubens Blog</a>, this blog and all my photos as soon as I have him as a captive audience in front of the TV set, just as I've trained him on the input from the remote.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-79529955517551612322021-05-21T10:40:00.006+01:002021-05-23T18:35:45.308+01:00Aurora and No DIG<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7f5u8MChEc/YKdvBlbUXdI/AAAAAAABQ40/OuQimf4c95s729KEMBrDp7ILjWTLygfTgCPcBGAsYHg/s762/20210520_191050.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="720" height="243" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7f5u8MChEc/YKdvBlbUXdI/AAAAAAABQ40/OuQimf4c95s729KEMBrDp7ILjWTLygfTgCPcBGAsYHg/w229-h243/20210520_191050.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've waited all my life it seems to see the Aurora. I've toyed for 30 years with taking the Hurtigruten transport to the north of Norway. It doesn't guarantee the <b>Northern Lights</b> will perform and I am the mistress of procrastination . </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Many years ago , when Bill Bryson was newly on the literary stage , I was enthralled with his book <i style="font-weight: bold;">Neither here nor there, </i>published in 1991. His words have informed my search for the Aurora.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">On my sixteenth day in Hammerfest , it happened. I was returning from the headland after my morning walk and in an empty piece of sky above the the town there appeared translucent cloud of many colours, pinks and greens and blues and pale purples. It glimmered and seemed to swirl. Slowly it stretched across the sky. It had an oddly oily quality about it, like the rainbows you see in a pool of petrol. I stood transfixed.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For many years I've been able to take a picture as soon as something interesting needs recording, most of us are swelling the clouds second by second with the unnecessary jpegs of our lives. I thought once that it wont be long before we will be able to record everything , yes every thing we have seen, if a minute automatic camera gadget was fixed to our face. We would get up , clean our teeth and at the same time recharge our gadget. Some folk already send so many photos to Instagram and vids to TikTok that I despair. Altruism is usually not the objective , but Egoism and the desire for status and monetary gain. I tick the Egoism box myself as a write this blog. I want to leave my mark , I want my children to read what I'm really like . I want to leave a footprint for posterity but not </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">notoriety. Bill Bryson left me a huge mark . For 30 years I've known that I could not stand at the end of Queen street for 16 days in the hope a seeing the Northern Lights. My app has been active with possibility for the last few days, I know that they have been seen form Carr Naze and Scarborough. BUT now I am unable to respond to those wonderful yellow bars of possibility.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm more or less cottage bound at present. I get out when I know beloved is safe or someone , mostly my lovely daughter is sitting with him. My other priority is my allotment. I will have to give it up if I cant keep it ticking over, so I'm giving myself until the backend to see if my NO DIG method and copious use of straw and mulch has silenced the march of the unwanted </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Horsetails and Twitching grass. They both shout at me the minute I arrive at my plot paradise.</div></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">My meadow strip is coming on beautifully, now in it 5th year and each year new species have seeded and the insect population increased. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #04ff00; text-align: center;"><br /></div></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGrznL2Dsgw/YKd8vQVkq3I/AAAAAAABQ5M/YFm8I6sSd4QdWHuzQU4XqJ4rd-rzanseACPcBGAsYHg/s4128/20210518_105109.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="2322" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGrznL2Dsgw/YKd8vQVkq3I/AAAAAAABQ5M/YFm8I6sSd4QdWHuzQU4XqJ4rd-rzanseACPcBGAsYHg/w180-h320/20210518_105109.jpg" title="Hay Meadow" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hay meadow</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hT2A1a43hQo/YKd-NyBoKXI/AAAAAAABQ5Y/zyTK6lCngx4dw3ChsCJlfm13mpJLrbHCACPcBGAsYHg/s4128/20210426_131112.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="2322" height="373" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hT2A1a43hQo/YKd-NyBoKXI/AAAAAAABQ5Y/zyTK6lCngx4dw3ChsCJlfm13mpJLrbHCACPcBGAsYHg/w210-h373/20210426_131112.jpg" width="210" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You see I have no time to align my photos and explain anything further. Just be assured readers I'm still around and enjoying my change of circumstances , especially now that beloved has discovered Talking Pictures TV channel and I have the benefit of my own little space upstairs, and know how much I can cram in to 1 hour on my plot. when the opportunity arises. AS for the Northern Lights, Im praying for the miracle that one day I'll just be looking out across the sea to the North from the loft window and see them . </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0y4VgCFiwM/YKeIByOf0SI/AAAAAAABQ5k/rdTt6OMT7d4R7TjmbTjiHcHVR9HQy5xaQCPcBGAsYHg/s4128/20210518_105103.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="2322" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0y4VgCFiwM/YKeIByOf0SI/AAAAAAABQ5k/rdTt6OMT7d4R7TjmbTjiHcHVR9HQy5xaQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210518_105103.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUvm1mr-fuM/YKeIKvujBVI/AAAAAAABQ5o/vPDOLQqlHhcDxYB7UxNJwve2PHzPBIxYACPcBGAsYHg/s4128/20210518_105130.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="2322" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUvm1mr-fuM/YKeIKvujBVI/AAAAAAABQ5o/vPDOLQqlHhcDxYB7UxNJwve2PHzPBIxYACPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210518_105130.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweetpeas</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0nyqfXXKR0/YKeIZjAQcmI/AAAAAAABQ5s/nWO4tKtLQZcr5nyS7DTbMrjDCHckSsWXQCPcBGAsYHg/s2560/20210518_105227.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0nyqfXXKR0/YKeIZjAQcmI/AAAAAAABQ5s/nWO4tKtLQZcr5nyS7DTbMrjDCHckSsWXQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210518_105227.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sugar snap peas</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--S3Ejrahq6Q/YKeIZirg46I/AAAAAAABQ5s/TCrBvwe-EKgC8yQXywfjXtn_ckFOOd1_gCPcBGAsYHg/s2560/20210518_105224.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--S3Ejrahq6Q/YKeIZirg46I/AAAAAAABQ5s/TCrBvwe-EKgC8yQXywfjXtn_ckFOOd1_gCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20210518_105224.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squashes waiting </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-64691885632137771472021-02-06T08:14:00.007+00:002021-02-06T08:14:55.132+00:00Deus ex machina<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGRMv9guChA/YB5I991SOfI/AAAAAAABPwk/KN36Id0bzGQKuzZuWQKJUIpWgSQi09GewCLcBGAsYHQ/s700/http___com.ft.imagepublish.upp-prod-eu.s3.amazonaws.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="700" height="295" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGRMv9guChA/YB5I991SOfI/AAAAAAABPwk/KN36Id0bzGQKuzZuWQKJUIpWgSQi09GewCLcBGAsYHQ/w523-h295/http___com.ft.imagepublish.upp-prod-eu.s3.amazonaws.jpeg" width="523" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /> I've been looking everywhere for my copy of 'The Monkey Wrench Gang' by Edward Abbey. It will come into one of seven categories.</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Placed on my <i><b>Specials</b></i> book shelf</li><li>Placed on a shelf for novels</li><li>In the loft maybe in a box, or on the floor in a tottering pile, waiting to go on a shelf or go to a Charity shop</li><li>Already given to Grandchildren when they were smaller in the hope that when they are older they will read them</li><li>Already given to Charity shop</li><li>Misplaced ,to be found amongst the Botany section when I'm dead </li></ol><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1aezjLBCtQ/YB5EtSPQPsI/AAAAAAABPwY/CHP21rYz2MkD5_vqQ5Y8l2ZEn05b98UvwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1565/Giuseppe_Arcimboldo_-_Allegorical_Portrait-__Summer__-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1565" data-original-width="1200" height="261" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1aezjLBCtQ/YB5EtSPQPsI/AAAAAAABPwY/CHP21rYz2MkD5_vqQ5Y8l2ZEn05b98UvwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h261/Giuseppe_Arcimboldo_-_Allegorical_Portrait-__Summer__-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've also been looking for my Picture book of Archimboldo's strange and mesmerizing portraits. I particularly want to look at these pictures again although Google Images will suffice for now. Even poorly reproduced art works are better on paper for me. They become well known friends, an ownership of imagination and a certainty of recognition and remembrance when the pages are turned again. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">No Catering vans have been seen much in Filey recently, and I do miss them, the ones with foodscapes that is ! Here Google is an acceptible substitute for paper, as I don't yet have a book of pictures of Catering Supply vans with foodscapes. I don't need one but I would like one. Here Mr Google has broadened my imagination and wetted my appetite for innovation , for the bizarre , for the clever takes and for the imagination of Graphic designers. Years of trying to help young people to take their imaginations away form the small screen to designing their own huge screen in the mind have made me do the same. The small screen in front of me now will have to substitute for a paper copy, as I trawl Google images and find treasure that will do for now, but is not stored for future enjoyment except in my overloaded brain. I bookmark webpages , but rarely go back to them , whereas a book holds no overload. It may be replaced on a shelf or misplaced amongst the Botany section .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7g2svlE90zMVZsAei7KweW5pICQYGSVkNsEdT90re938vHAiI3nQ5QZuzhAPyCV5EQumGT-zy6ceKRStQrb94_PyWWZQin0AWa01z66NtuZysRm3MRoNwWfZfEEbXLsDr2Hi/s768/768c819093dc6593f4f1880468e347b3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7g2svlE90zMVZsAei7KweW5pICQYGSVkNsEdT90re938vHAiI3nQ5QZuzhAPyCV5EQumGT-zy6ceKRStQrb94_PyWWZQin0AWa01z66NtuZysRm3MRoNwWfZfEEbXLsDr2Hi/s320/768c819093dc6593f4f1880468e347b3.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh! look at this one Ive just found! A Hokusai wave, not a new idea , as I remember getting my Bridlington students to do them with Flamborough Light replacing Mount Fuji. I love it anyway. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why am I looking for my copy of The Monkey Wrench Gang ? </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last night I was looking for my Achimboldo and found Aunty Gwens copy of " The Typist Treasury by Kate Stevens 1939, <i>Over 600 helpful Points for those who type or Write, </i>the frontispiece declares. I found the words <i style="font-weight: bold;">Deus ex machina </i>and remembered that when I read the Edward Abbey book in about 2011 I came across the Chapter with that title, and I could never work out what it meant. I even went up to a man in Leyburn in 2016 ,bearing the words on a T shirt and asked him what the words meant and he didn't know.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Kate Stevens 1939 knew </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'something providential that happens just in time to solve a difficulty. 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Its not the Isle of North Harris but will do for now. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My screensaver reminds and enthrals. The one on my main PC does a slideshow of all my picture files , and I particularly like the way it gets many windows out of one picture by zooming in to bits of one . So one seemingly ordinary picture of a field, when seen another way, is a fascinating collection of random items; bent grass stems, patch of Butterbur, spoor and droppings of Canada geese, rainbow, stream , stile and clump of earth . I then remember that the picture was taken just after dawn when I was trying to see a Corncrake , could hear one , but not see one .This time . </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So I've revisited Iona where I've been 5 times for week visits. One has to go for more than 2 days to ensure at least sunshine on one of them . I've been back to my favourite "Bay at the back of the ocean ", Ive imagined the sound of the spouting cave , and the smell of rotting seaweed , and the inconvenience of the accompanying flies. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">These last two months I've been in the Hebrides nearly every day as neighbour has lent me the Lewis trilogy by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_May_(writer)">Peter May</a> . I'm on the third one now ,The Chessmen . Unlike many trilogies , and I should know, as spouse has just read the Hilary Mantel one , which got heavier and heavier , literally and metaphorically , the Lewis ones tick all my boxes. They are Murder mysteries, can stand alone, but better read in order, are well written , are about the sort of landscapes I love , are in the DNA, speaking as one whose forbears came from Skye, whose detective is flawed but interesting, and best of all for me, a cartophile, can be enjoyed best with a map. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So I'm in the Isle of Lewis in my head. I know more than is recounted in the books , as I have explored all the other interesting places on the island , the brochs . the archealogical sites, the cafes and distilleries , the peat bogs and the flora. I've had a holiday all of my own choosing from my home . </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've had many vicarious holidays this year. I've been round Australia with <b>Arthur Upfield</b>, a holiday I do every 2 years , binge reading each novel with my new map .The last 2 Australia maps dropped to bits from over indulgence. I've been again to Monterey with <b>Steinbeck</b> and Sweet Thursday and all over the rest of California with same map with <b>Sue Grafton's</b> Kinsey Millhome (read 6 books so far). I gave <b>Peter Robinson </b>another go as the March cosy reading season began, got through about 5 of those, yes I quite liked them , but totally unsatisfying as none of the places are true to a map. They are hybrid . 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I could watch her all day . She is so clever and funny . Yesterday she too went to Lewis and Harris , so now I've been to see Harris Tweed made , and saved money by not buying any as I would have done on realtime holiday, and then put the material in my sewing box for 40 years like the piece I found with the trade mark ,still waiting to be made into a skirt .</span></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Just incase you are wondering about my fantasy holidays , Yes! I've been all round Middle Earth too with Journeys Of Frodo , The Atlas of Lord of the Rings , and I would quite like Rivendell for a quiet few days . </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEZq-PUPrEA/X7kyqzKRp0I/AAAAAAABOW4/UkWeXhmhxUkxaXIwmy_7Fec1oTozZsJGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/images.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEZq-PUPrEA/X7kyqzKRp0I/AAAAAAABOW4/UkWeXhmhxUkxaXIwmy_7Fec1oTozZsJGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/images.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><br /> <p></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-17177764004084845762020-08-10T12:09:00.000+01:002020-08-10T12:09:01.357+01:00Waiting for Ikea<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtm4HDqvBWT3Hlyfqo7t5zx8kflAeP-kaZgUauoiC_xGuLHJ8dFhJarH-r12xNL9ULmh7vob_Tf1ZEXMblHeZ9z3sJxA96y4ZD3oDYL40tw7L6lVcsSm3Jgng7Q6dDT_7jN_b5/s2048/IMG_2530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtm4HDqvBWT3Hlyfqo7t5zx8kflAeP-kaZgUauoiC_xGuLHJ8dFhJarH-r12xNL9ULmh7vob_Tf1ZEXMblHeZ9z3sJxA96y4ZD3oDYL40tw7L6lVcsSm3Jgng7Q6dDT_7jN_b5/s640/IMG_2530.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I can't remember what day of the week it is , or the month sometimes. When I started this blog in 2006, everyone was at it. I can't bring myself to do podcasts because I don't listen to them myself. I am still a reader . </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><ul><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">My home is full of books waiting to be read for the first time, donated by kind friends when the library was covid closed. </span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">My home is full of books I have had since 1947: my childhood storybooks, my <i>Milly Molly Mandy</i> , my <i>Children of the New Forest</i>, <i>My What Katy Did , </i>my <i>Snowflake by Paul Gallico, </i>My first Bible <i>AV with Horace Knowles illustrations </i>with love from Grandma.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">My home is full of books I have had since 1960: the teenager years, <i>Pocket Guide to Wild Flowers</i> (now disintegrating)McLintock &Fitter, <i>Sweet Thursday </i>by Steinbeck, <i>Palgraves Golden Treasury,The Observers book of Lichens,The Drunken Forest </i>By Gerald Durrell, a hopeful copy of <i>The Odyssey </i></span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-large;">My home is full of books I have had in adulthood, all <i>Jane Austen, </i>all <i>Thomas Hardy , </i>all<i> Arthur Upfield (ALL now OP), and shelves of Local Topography, Florae, Poetry , Bibles , Novels I might read again , </i><i>biographies & works of interesting(<span style="font-family: inherit;">to me</span>) Christians (Brother Lawrence, St John of the Cross, Corrie Ten Boom, Floyd McLung , CS Lewis , David Watson , Pete Greig</i></span></li></ul><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">This is all about to change, EPIPHANY is upon ME.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I have been through all my clothes and only kept those I have worn in the last 2 years. (Except for My Wedding Dress and my Bruce Tartan kilt) . Daughter in Sussex is delighted to receive the beautiful dress my mother wore to my wedding in 72. No one wants 5 other kilts. I have had a massive clear out . I decided my dozens of scarves took up no room , so on a grand and sunny windy day I washed the lot , Im keeping them .</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The books are all going except a few of the above.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The family have been offered my Edwardian Chair, my barley twist Legged Dining table all in the Office . They will be given to St Catherine's Hospice when they start collecting again . Grandsons are going to dismantle to pine Double Bed too in the loft for removal .I hope they can get the Mattress down the spiral stairs of this 18th C cottage.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">We are making the Office into a Single Bedroom . I've watched so many adverts recently on Talking Pictures that it took me 3mins to buy a wonderful single mattress. It came 2 days later in a box , and inflated within minutes. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It took me 15 mins to order and pay for a flat pack single bed from Ikea. It will be here on the 28th August . </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I will know that date, I've put reminders on all my devices.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ijADBFP7-A/XzEqFGcjlNI/AAAAAAABMRc/219BGUKVjfQpJsnNXpfJs_irDScc3aD8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/IMG_2857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ijADBFP7-A/XzEqFGcjlNI/AAAAAAABMRc/219BGUKVjfQpJsnNXpfJs_irDScc3aD8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMG_2857.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0United Kingdom55.378051 -3.435973-24.700975543019723 -144.060973 90 137.189027tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-48891893020341428742020-06-20T14:20:00.001+01:002020-06-21T14:26:09.036+01:00June came quickly<div class="separator">
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“The nights will soon be drawing in “. We used to be infuriated when spouse’s father used to declare this every 21st June . I have to keep consulting my Eric Ravilous calendar nearly every day to check the date .I need the date more than I have for years. The calendar is more or less empty of appointments, our next memorable date is in August and that is for the MOT on the car . After that comes the Dentist in November . </div>
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Eldest daughter and family have taken the small allotment next to mine. It is a quarter plot and was left in great condition by the last holder . My daughter has never grown anything before. She planted packets of seeds in the cold greenhouse in January and was delighted with the results.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm really grateful for the running water even though I'm as far as possible from the taps and my hosepipes are fixed to the fence of my neighbour to lead to my plot . The Allotments in the Fulham Palace road don't even have running water. Filling my baths takes an hour as I have 3 and 2 water barrels. I prefer rain in my water butts however as its pure and better for my wildlife ponds (4 washing up bowls sunk into ground).This year I've managed to get tadpoles from 2 friends to mix the gene-pool so to speak . I'm trying to get as many frogs as possible as slug control . The nasty huge continental slugs are beginning to invade Filey . I have to resort to massacre at present .</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My grandmothers "Mrs Beeton",</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Interesting to me is the wedding present from her next door neighbours in her home in Birkenhead . It is entitled "Advanced Cookery Recipes". She had just completed a cookery course on her engagement , or had maybe just bought the book, of the renowned Liverpudlian, Fanny Calder , for it was "Recipes from the Calder School of Cookery "or some such title, I can't find the book .</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My mother brought to her marriage , in 1946, to Yorkshireman Harold Gower Bruce always known as Bengy, a scant and basic knowledge of the culinary arts. She had of course watched her mother cook , and so knew perfectly how to order meat and cook it to perfection . </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I recall all she taught me too on buying meat . We have a great Butchers in Filey , whose meat is locally sourced and the producer named . </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mother loved a good butcher, and could talk <i>Beasts kidney</i> , <i>skirt</i> , <i>feathering</i> ,<i>Aitch Bone</i> and <i>undercut </i>to me well into her last months . Beef of course was the flesh of choice , legs of lamb appeared on our Sunday Table occasionally in the Spring , Pork rarely , bacon every day , Black pudding often , and a a real treat would be a chicken , but these always came from our neighbour Mr Baston who was an egg producer. Our Butcher was Mr Hickey , whose van came up to our house a couple of times a week , or we would go to the village for mince or stewing beef. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mother had a limited range of "dinners"and all included meat or fish .Cauliflower Cheese and Macaroni cheese did feature occasionally as meals.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Hash on Ash Wednesday (about 4 oz beef in a huge stew with potatoes and carrots and swede, not thickened, eaten in bowl with Brown or Worcester sauce to make it palatable)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Fish often , Fish pie, or Smoked Haddock with an egg on top, Fried fish often , lots fish caught by Daddy in season (and when he actually came home with some), which had to be eaten immediately as we had no fridge , Trout or Grayling fried whole .</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">AS a header on this post is a treasure for me on this day when Mummy would have been 100 years old . Typical Mummy literacy , she had Dyslexia we now realise, as could not spell well, lots of underlinings, her characteristically stylish and bold handwriting and the recipes she wrote in the note section of her wedding present book, her Mothers recipe for Fudge or Tablet as its called in Scotland . I can't make any today girls, as I'm not going to Spar for non essential Condensed milk , but we may all think about it !!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">*been thinking about Michael Gove on TV the other day , talking to Jo Public about supermarkets with Waitrose as his example. Mr Gove, most people DO NOT GO TO WAITROSE </span></div>
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Not a Hokusai wave , but a Reuben Ronnie W. wave. I just love this doodle done in a trice by grandson 2 , using my ipad when they were staying here with us at the cottage as Mum and Dad were at a birthday party . I have to watch boys these days in a way so different from the way I <i>minded </i>them when they were small. As capable , bright , well mannered teenagers they now quite enjoy chillin' out with the <i>OLDS. </i>( I think ).That is because they are tired at the weekend. They leave for school every day before 7.30am , return after 4.30pm, and have parents who get them out in the <i>fresh air for a walk of some miles </i>every day . So a weekend slob with the over 70s is just the thing occasionally , they watch unspeakable stuff on the TV , Catchphrase, Red Dwarf , Room 101and a cartoon so rude I blushed to watch it , though Zak did say the episode I watched was very very rude. When they have gone home there is a trail to remember them by ;</div>
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Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687827.post-73698867354466730162019-12-18T10:46:00.000+00:002019-12-18T10:49:26.894+00:00RED JULES @redjules<br />
I cant think of a better post for any of you ! I have blogrolled Jules Middletons blog for many years , and Gods timing is NOW <br />
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Picture here is of the Cumaean Sybil of Michaelangelo rather than the more well known Delphic Sybil of Michaelangelo; she looks as if she has been to the gym and lifting weights. I wonder just how many real arms the Artist had actually studied or whose arms were used for the model here . Michaelangelo he might have been , but my teenagers had a few words for this photo here. </div>
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I was glad that I knew the layout , ambience and logististics of the free but ticketed Exhibition before visiting a second time , as the first time was a confusing journey amongst scores of people <i>in the way with their Audio Guides , inaccessible places for wheelchairs, and a Funeral Service being prepared so that punters had to get round quickly .</i></div>
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I have seen the real thing , the Sistine Chapel in 1974 visiting Uncle Edgar (who worked at FAO) and Aunty Kay . Rome was then just like a huge GIFT SHOP , religious souvenirs on every corner , and I got weary of the endless Etruscan Vases and glass cases with bits of the original Cross , the SISTINE chapel was lost on me too . So I welcomed chance to see the photos showing close up detail , or maybe I'm more interested in Renaissance paintings now and not just waiting for the next <b><i>birra.</i></b></div>
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Here are Audrey and Sue earning a welcome sit down after a mornings work in the Minster refectory, and still happy to chat <i>Hull </i> . </div>
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We had a very successful visit to Trinity Market , and Oh! how different from the covered market of my own teenage years, when coffee was <i>Milk and a dash, </i>and I learned how to buy a crab to dress at home . I would get back to Sutton hoping that I'd remembered to get a Male, and that it wasn't too wet in the cart . I have loved Crab ever since, glad that here in Filey they are readily available nearly every day at our wet fish shop Lovetts. Beloved and I had a long sit , he with an italian Arancino, and me with a Lowenbrau , as the boys hunted for Vinyl records and a lunch fit for a teenage boy -</div>
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There has been a spider sitting in her web for 4 weeks in my kitchen. I'm not moving her , she can enjoy her new home with me. I am a Bruce after all and have always loved the apocryphal story about patience . Backend for me , always comes with Spiders, Green tomatoes, clearing my allotment and a backward look at the recent School Holiday. </div>
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The boys and I look unlikely pedestrians in the very busy rat run back streets . I love all the use of space, the wild flowers posing as weeds and love being in streets whose names I've known all my life and never visited. <br />
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Who can go past the Old Windmill Pub and not love the decorative tiles? I hope its renovated , even if it becomes an Airbnb or a Caffe Nero , doubtful with its location but a shame if its demolished. The Mick Ronson Gable end mural was great . A son of Hull , and my sons in law, both guitar players knew all about him. I had not even heard of him , but I'd much rather celebrate him than Philip Larkin , a much hyped resident only of Hull, whose dark poems are too gloomy for me even if the language is well crafted. Id rather celebrate the more upbeat and positive poetry of Sean O'Brien or Shane Rhodes if words need to do Hull a favour. </div>
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I wanted to see the <i>permission wall</i> houses of Preston Road, but Twitter helped here with more updates, and I had a comment from @DaveHarrison telling me that most were now demolished.So we just took a ride anyway so that I could see the site of my old School, Greatfield just off Preston Road. Hull sister obligingly drove us all from Greenwich Avenue to Hemswell Road before driving us to Spyvee Street . The school gates are still there , just as they were in 1959 , one road to the Bicycle shed entrance, and the main gates for staff cars and pedestrian pupils wearing caps and berets . Detention from the awful Miss Nuttall for any miscreants with bare heads, Oh! I was scared of her !</div>
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The huge Greatfield site is now home to HULL KINGSTON ROVERS whose Craven Park ground has moved from Holderness Road to Preston Road . I do hope it has an all weather pitch. The clay soil of our sports fields were sodden in the wet ,with huge lakes of sitting water, and sheer ice rinks in winter when below zero. The whole school would be out sliding on the ice , watched over by all the staff , including the head, all wearing their academic gowns. How I wished we had been able to take photos then , but those were the days of my best Brownie 127 , certainly not for school .</div>
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See my language is now becoming techno boatspeak. I now know what a <b><i>paddle </i></b>is, a <b style="font-style: italic;">windlass, </b>a <b style="font-style: italic;">chamber</b> and that one sails on the right hand side, and that ducks may have thirteen ducklings . I know many of the places along the Staffordshire and Worcester canal from Great Haywood to Debsdale lock and back.<br />
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I now know one can easily last a week without "Neighbours" and "Pointless" and even without the daily Newspaper whose crossword punctuates each day .I now know that a child bookworm may read 10 books in 5 days , and that two under tens can easily play on top of a double bunk for 2 hours without making a mess or using any toys except paper, pens and imagination.</div>
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I didn't read a single page of my book , Spouse managed much of Clayhanger , his themed choice for Staffordshire. I could not really move from my place on the bow watching the canalside Vegetation, the Mayflies , the Ducks and the Gardens of the posh and poor alike. I must have been making the tea when we went past the famous garden of John Massie of Ashwood nurseries , but my sister videoed it .<br />
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Spouse & I stayed 2 days in the Premier Inn on the Stone Road, Stafford before joining Family party of Nephew and wife, and two children , and my sister, at the Anglo Welsh Boatyard. We thought Stafford was a great place , the people loved their town and using our bus passes to town managed to see<b> The Ancient High House</b>,the two interesting churches great coffee stops and learn the meaning of the Staffordshire Knot .<br />
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If you are a person who prays , please pray that the pigeon I accidentally allowed to hop in to St Oswalds Filey, hops out again in to the churchyard tomorrow. We have had to lock the doors on him for now as we finished decorating the church for that wonderful celebration Easter, the highlight of the Church year.(Update ,the pigeon did indeed hop out this morning .Deo Gracia.)</div>
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There I had to collect greenery and cut all Barbara's Tulips and Daffodils from the plot next to me. She is always happy to give them to the Parish Church to use, and I'm very grateful. I had been asked to do an arrangement in yellow and blue <i>to look natural and like the countryside</i> in memory of the dear father of Liz who runs the Parish Office. My Cheshire sister who has been in Filey all week celebrating her imminent 70th birthday was commissioned by me to collect twigs. She brought an enormous bunch of sycamore, willow and beech twigs to me on Wednesday . They are the perfect symbol for Easter, as good as Eggs . I had a dilemma with the yellow part of the brief , as the 5 stems of Ranunculus I ordered were very small flowered . I should have ordered 20 stems. I wanted them to look like buttercups in the wild. I did pick masses of yellow flowered Woad from my Dye Bed. Daisy Dot *can have the rest , if it stands well and lasts and is yellow enough it could be a useful addition to the flower palette . I want to cut most of the flowers off as it seeds everywhere and I don't think there is much of a call for a<i> lick of woad</i> these days.</div>
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The <i>gone to seed</i> Kale flowers are in the arrangement as well . One year I did a splendid arrangement of cabbage leaves in St Os in late summer , all different shades of green . I came to water it the next day to find it had all been eaten by the caterpillars I had overlooked on the undersides. I checked the Kale this time albeit early for Cabbage Whites. Today , gloriously sunny , my plot was full of Peacock Butterflies enjoying the rich nectar of the Wallflowers and Dandelions, Why do some gardeners so hate Dandelions?</div>
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I have been going up to the plot nearly every day since January .Time stand still there. I set off as beloved is watching 'Neighbours' at lunchtime. In January when its dark early I'm only there a couple of hours, but as the days lengthen I get later and later. Here I explain that my allotment partner of 6 years has given up . I have now another piece of ground to cultivate so have been getting Bernard's plot into my NO DIG system by covering every bit with cardboard and straw, and putting woodchip paths everywhere. I explain . The No Dig gardening system is just as its name , one doesn't dig . BUT neither does one walk on the beds, so they are narrow enough to garden from both sides, hence the paths. I did not have many perennial weeds to remove first , as Bernard was a meticulous ridder of Marestail and Couch grass. I am up and running now on my new piece of ground , most of my seeds in the greenhouse are seedlings and potted on , my Sweet Peas </div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Filey Parish has been supplied with Chrysanthemum' Blooms' for many years , lovingly grown by a member of the St Os congregation . Blooms are perfect for the Brass Vases at St Os as they may last for weeks. Peter gave me a few of his stock plants and I have grown them now for two years and am getting better at the routine. Peter is giving up growing so many , and several of us are trying to keep the supply going . This year I'm taking it more seriously and might even become proficient enough to grow blooms large enough to pass for Peters. I have bought some plugs from Thompson and Morgan and Beloved has potted them on for me to take up to the plot tomorrow for the greenhouse. We did as it said on the leaflet and brought them in at night whilst gradually hardening them off . The ones already in the greenhouse from the cuttings I took in January are looking good too, Peters progeny . I don't believe I just said all this . Five years ago I thought Chrysanths were the most boring plants on Gods earth after Begonias , but I am being seduced.</span><br />
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