The Creed

Asbo Jesus  created this . He says just what I feel ! Click to enlarge

The Wilderness Downtown

H/T to Tim Leeson who tweeted this url and said it was one of the 5 best things he had ever seen online
http://www.thewildernessdowntown.com/

Guess where I grew up?

Not going to Greenbelt

Well I have been to Cheltenham many times. I know what a Festival is too,well I know all about the Festival Hall , the Filey Festival, Cropredy and Easter and Pentecost. All my Twitter friends seem to be in a Tiny Tea Tent . Colin and I are in our sitting room.  We are not wearing our wellies or queuing up for an eco burger  or a mug of Green tea.

We had a festival all of our own yesterday as we did a BBQ in the garden dodging the downpours and watched sausages nearly take off from the charcoal into the air as the high winds fanned into flame all but our enthusiasm.  Even Samson didnt choose to finish off the black crusted pork offerings or bits of well done kebabs.The rest of the afternoon 4 small under 6's and appropriate adults had a happening in the house, with seminars on Marble Magic,Songs of Praise and Walk the Plank.

Today we have cleared up after our Festival, bagged the rubbish and are already planning the next one.

I am however enjoying the tweets from #gb10. I know that God is the energy that brings order to the Cosmos

God is the energy that brings order to the Cosmos, says Keith Skene from Greenbelt Festival on Vimeo.

Twitter has brought me a vicarious visit. It has also taken me to General Synod, the sitting rooms of 5 people watching football, to one man on a bus home every day, to 3 people on trains, one great friend from a Starbucks every day, my cyber friend in Norfolk as she never stops ,my cyberfriend the Pastor as he writes his sermons and my own never rings but always twitters Godson as he gets his nipper to sleep. I don't have to go anywhere.

I've gone and put a blogroll on the Parish Blog

I hope the website team of which I am the humblest tea maker and biggest gob  will not mind that I have used my initiative . I've gone and put a blogroll on the Parish Blog. Pete Webmaster is away  climbing up to see the view of Tarn Hows  from fells covered in sheep droppings, clues left by a Mr Wainright, and lots of No Parking on this 1 in 3 minor road which is a single track  signs. Simon, headtaster  of Costa and Starbucks has left our team to organize the Youth Work of the Scottish Congregational Presbyterians on Twitter, Brian is in a caravan somewhere looking for Red Kites, and I have been left to play out with the Blogger Platform. We have an Emerging Team , but they have not all got PERMISSIONS .

So I have been into Gadgets , done it . I have been very careful to choose a mixture of blogs. I have been subtle too. I have not put it on the Home Page, but on the Faith Page.  I may not be discovered for years. Its on the Faith page at the moment. I am secretly wanting to be a correspondent in my own right with a Blogroll page-where Comments and Discussions will be vibrant, regular and the talk of  Passing of the Peace. What do you think of what the Churchmouse said, Is Frisby Wiske near Spurgeons Bible College, When does Ruth Gledhill do her ironing?Is Maggi Dawn her real name? all very spiritual.

Scampson

We love a visit to Scampson Walled Garden  . The drive  across the Wolds, Hunmanby,Wold Newton and all the villages from there to West Lutton, then dropping down to Wintringham and Wolds Way Lavender Farm is a delight in itself. We usually combine the visit to Scampson with a visit to the Lavender farm for lunch, and a stroll around the wildlife path. This year we found that it costs £3.50 to go around the Lavender fields . It used to be free, and we have sent many friends there .  Most people buy some Lavender oil, and have a sandwich and a cup of tea so we are very disappointed that we can no longer use it as a springboard to our visit to the gardens of nearby Scampson, which as a Modern garden is one of the best in the county, but where the lunch costs a fortune, and the tea cups are very thick pottery, my bete noire .

Just a few members of the Compositae for you

Starr Carr and Miss Witherington (Ripon 1966) and Ivy Drayton (Wandsworth 1969)

Thanks to the Guardian10 08 2010and Lorne Campbell for this picture of the Starr Carr House

Disc Barrow Winterbourne Stoke Group 1971

Colin shouted at me to come and watch the BBC news this morning , but it was the words Starr Carr which made me dash to watch. Within 5 minutes I had texted my  prehistory loving sister in Cheshire, planned a  trip to the site, planned a a revisit to the finds of the 1949 dig in the BM and recalled in a flash Miss Witherington.

When I decided to do Prehistory at College as a  second subject diversion from the lab , where I spent hours looking down Microscopes and staining things with Delafields Haematoxylin, Miss Witherington , our lecturer on Prehistory was in love with her subject. She passed on to me a yearning to know all I could about the  round barrows , long barrows, enclosures, and cup and ring marks in any area where I set my feet for more than a day. Thanks to her, I did courses on the sites of Anatolia- and all sites within reach of Wandsworth with  Ivy Drayton , another wonderful  teacher and an inspirational encourager. With Miss Witherington I did every Prehistoric site near Ripon, went to Thornbury aligned Circles and Devils Arrows at Boroughbridge. With Miss Drayton to Coldharbour Iron Age Fort near Dorking and Abinger pit dwelling. 

 I have thought for years about how a teacher sparks off in a learner something which becomes a lifelong JOY. Both these enthusiasts taught me to appreciate lumps in the ground, aerial Photographs, topography and a desire  to make sense of few clues.  It is because of them that I traipsed around  Amesbury and Winterbourne Stoke  alone with a camera in 1971. It is because of them that the trip to Beverley past Argham and Maidens Grave is a fascinating thought starter.

Ditch at Stonehenge 1971

You could walk right up to the monument in 1971

My sister Susan told me about local sites, Duggleby Howe, and the Chariot Burials.My children always call out' Long Barrow' Mum every time we pass a Covered water reservoir. They have not forgotten a childhood of being dragged to Belas Knap or Waylands Smithy. Colin has been known to put his foot down, literally when I call out that looks like a round barrow as we drive past a mound with a ring of trees atop.

I am supposed to be gardening this afternoon , and then tidying and cleaning before Housegroup comes tonight. I think Ill go and find my 35ml slides I last used when I taught 4orange History in Wimbledon Chase Middle School in 1973. I'll scan them in for us all.

My sister Susan is coming on Saturday , I know she will be in the car with me to the Carrs before I can call out Lake Pickering.

Bowl Barrow Winterbourne Stoke Group 1971

Filey Crab and Samphire

It doesn't take much to have a really good time . You need newspaper, an old hammer, some cocktail sticks and a Filey Bay crab from Lovetts.

Every time my grand -daughters are here with us , I am asked every day 'When are we going to have a crab Grandma?' 

I forget that even a trip to a Fishmonger is interesting  for some small children .Even the buying of it fascinated my small girls, wanting to know why one buys a male crab for claw meat, why do you have to have it opened in front of you, how do you tell its a male? The Samphire is   something they have not tasted before, and we buy just a taste to go with the crab. Sitting under the pergola on a warm August afternoon, salad made,and the promise of chips from Browns , we sit and  attack the crab . We pick it and eat bits as we go, discuss the barnacles on the legs and the dead man's fingers. It takes just the right length of time to occupy  5 and 6 year olds. 

Crabs featured in  my childhood too . I was sent to the Hull Indoor market to buy crabs for my aunt in Sutton. I had to get it just right! We would have Crab salad teas  at Church Mount, and I was always sent next door to give Mrs Rook a crab sandwich. Last week my neighbour gave me a lobster to cook and eat. That was so easy to do-much more white meat, but did not have the fiddle ,teaze and prod that dressing a crab entails. 

Its been a Sea food week. We were given a whole Filey Bay salmon on Saturday too. It was so big I could not get it in the freezer so had to cut it up first. Only a few boats take up the task of line-netting these fish looking for a river . Visitors to Filey are entralled by seals basking off the Brigg, but realise not that they are after the salmon.

So only a few more days with small girls staying  , to remind me of wonderment in everyday things, and reminding me not to take them for granted.

I have been given a Crucifix too, made from the cardboard in the scrap box.

Flog it

For 4 days now Kiaora has been a 3 generation house again.

On the top floor in the bedroom with the view of the sea are my daughter and her husband. The room is small for 2, 3'single beds made up as one kingsized, so much so, that spouse has had to tie pan cleaning sponges to the legs nearest the door so that no one is injured by bumping into a corner in the way that I did when making up the bed. I've just climbed the 10,5, 9 stairs from the sitting room to the 2nd floor. I wanted to check that I was in order calling it a sea view. I was . The light at Flamborough is 4 white flashes every 15 seconds. When my sister used the room with the seaview she found comfort from the predictable automatic candelas which may be seen for 24 nautical miles.

 

Next door 2 small grand-daughters have more room, a Barbie Palace, cut outs of the Cottages in Balamory from one of my school Assemblies, and blackout curtains brought from Sussex to ensure holiday long sleeps.

On our floor the sign of multi -occupancy is only the 4 extra toothbrushes in my bathroom . They only use it for Teeth Cleaning procedures, as my bathroom is deemed too old fashioned and dilapidated for more routines and ablutions. That suits me fine. 

The conjugal bedroom has  single occupancy at the moment.  We have not fallen out , but spouse has got his first taste of what the Geriatric of Filey all seem to have -arthritis in his knee. His walk  to Malyon Spout with the family came to a nasty end. His knee has increased in size by a third, he is unable to walk, unable to have anti-inflammatories , has frozen pea poultice every hour and the laying on of hands.He is of course sleeping on the sofa bed in the sitting room,with the TV  controls, a commode just in case , his book, and perfect contentment apart from the pain.

Today is the birthday of Scarborough Daughter, our No 1. She and husband and small grandsons of the  never stop talking sort , into everything sort , I'm always hungry sort ,have been here all day too. 

The plan was to have a Chalet Birthday down on the front. It rained on and off all morning so everyone was here-4 under 7s, 4 young adults, suduko, cups of coffee every 20minutes, the car cleaned with the dish cloth, the watering cans used helpfully, Grandma,  all morning, on everything . Daughter no 2 was nurse all day, supervised all the furniture moving and shuffling and trips to the freezer for peas. Grandchildren careered round all of us all morning , in and out of the house, up and down the stairs. I got lunch.

By 2'o clock the paddling pool , the chalet, the beach, the 2 dolphins and 2 sharks were deemed usable. Spouse of course had to be driven down to the Royal Parade.

I took him down with daughter NO 2

Ring when you want me to fetch you home, I said, having to go home to park, no space in the summer.

Aren't you coming down  too Mum? they said

I need to get on with the birthday cake I said

So I did absolutely nothing on the sofa, fell asleep for forty winks , and watched Flog It.

A Lovely day for a Survey

Its a good job we did the Plantlife survey yesterday because today part of my wildflower path has been managed . That is, Colin says, the roadside verge so rich in convolvulus  and lesser knapweed has now been mown by NRCC.

Someone once told me that living in Filey was like living in a village where every one knows about every one else. I grew up in a village (Sutton in Holderness) and remember every time I was sent to the shops my mother saying 'Now don't tell all the village our business!'  I have had three conversations today which started 'I saw you and Colin going along the Scarborough Road...............' .  So I proceeded to tell them all about the Wildflower count, just to emphasise that I don't spend all my time on QWERTY , can still walk miles with ease with a rucksack, am still married to Colin, have some striped socks, and am interested in more than detective novels and the price of fish.  Maybe if I walked along the main road out of Filey every so often the mile to the roundabout-I could vary the reasons-I  was going on a prayer walk, I was going to pray for people in every car going past on the A165, I was going to meditate on the wonder of Gods creation at the side of the road. When it comes to talking to people it is much easier to talk about my passion for flora than it is for my love affair with God.

Leaving the main road to count the plants on the public footpath seaward  to the Cliff across Filey Field was not so rich botanically, but a treasure find  emotionally . 

GOLD-It reminded me of all the miles I walked before I was married, with  friends and or my sister Susan and her friends . I youth Hostelled enthusiastically-Lake District mostly , but also Isle of Arran and west of Scotland. I remember baths where you had to pay for the plug, Fleas, cooking damper bread , tin after tin of baked beans, pouring rain and not be allowed in until 4pm, picking and eating chanterelles, lots of laughs with total strangers, Black Sail Hut and walking across fells in thick mist from cairn to cairn. Colin has never been 'a walker' but our 5 miles yesterday started a new chapter in our 38 years together. He says he will come again. The trick is to have an end worth reaching. Yesterday it was the promise of lunch with chips at the Country Park Cafe.

SILVER-The weather was hot but perfect, after rain ,so clear and  clean, with the views at maximum spendour.(millions of little flies-hence the Ag not Au). Every time we stopped we were beseiged. Still they did not bite.

GOLD- It reminded us both of a long ago walk on the Berkshire Ridgeway,

looking for Waylands Smithy. Perfect Path, no other People but 3 dog walkers, and the fascination of being up close and personal with a field of Oil seed Rape which edged the public footpath.

GOLD- Lots of insect life for Colin,his favourite Moth -the 6 Spot Burnet, lots of butterflies, too quick for me to digitalize.I hoped for a blue butterfly and saw several, but am not able to say which one it was other than it was small and sky blue matching the day.

BRONZE   I was glad that I found one species I had not found before, but I Should have known it as it turned out to be the Common Fleabane (Pulicaria dysenterica). Its name suggests that it has all sort of efficacious uses.

GOLD The views when I finished the  survey  Km were at their North Yorkshire Best, and so were the Chips!

Not the Nerd in me

I am doing a survey tomorrow. I have signed up to do a Wildflower Count  for a charity called Plantlife. All I have to do is walk a route for 1 Km on across a Km square that is not too far from me.I have to record all the Common species on the route 2m to the left of the path .Colin is coming with me so I have adapted the walk so that we can get home without a 3 mile walk. The instructions say you need to have some one with you for safety. The instructions are easy to read and understand. 

I have been a botanist since I was  a child. Daughters of fly fishermen have to sit for hours by the side of rivers keeping quiet and not moving.  

At  Whythes Farm near Kirkby Moorside the York Fly Fishers (my father was a member) rented a stretch of the River Dove, which flows into the Rye and then the Derwent. It was the dullest place for a girl to spend a day.It was so boring  that I started identifying all the plants on the river bank. I was quickly  sucked in to the thrall of it all. By the time I was 13 I spent every evening copying pages out of floras. Other river banks were quietly explored; the Derwent near Yedingham, the Hull at Hempholme, the Bain and Ure in Wensleydale. My greatest plant finds as a child were the Burnt Tip Orchid (Orchis ustulata) and Asarabacca (Asarum europaeum). 

At 19 I was out every evening collecting for my Herbarium. I have pressed, sorted , named and not named .

  That was over forty years ago! I am beginning again. I am already excited at the prospect of finding and naming. I will not be picking and pressing. I have just dug out my flora. I have always used McClintock and Fitter 'Collins Pocket Guide to Wild Flowers'. My copy is dropping to bits- I have used it for 50 years. I have many other floras , can even do it the real way with CTW, but every picture is a friend in my special book. 

I hope this is is Red Bartsia (Odontites verna ), I found it growing in a wheat field at Rudston last week. I have never seen one before . 

It is mid July. and yet all the late summer flowers are already out.  The Rosebay Willow herb is already sending its seeds across Yorkshire. 

So I am looking forward to tomorrow-and will take lots of digital photos. Was never able to do that in 1961.

Kiaora Blue

Click on Picture to enlarge

Toads and Toads Revisited

I wonder what Philip Larkin would have said if he knew that giant fibreglass toads were to be placed around Hull. Thankfully Hull City Council has thought better of making money out of the dour but fascinating librarian. Larkin 25  has been however organized and is running until December.

 Now this Bridteacher has always loved poetry, and has to confess that she has never read much Larkin. This is going to change. I am going to put it right. So I am going to read Toads, and Toads Revisited very carefully . 

Larkin I'm sure ,with me would  not have been   interested in statues and model toads.  He was by all account a taciturn and singular man who needed no approbation in such a vulgar way. 

We never lived near each other in Hull, as I moved from Marlborough Avenue in 1953. We knew the same streets, and Pearson Park.Larkin lived in My Childhood Hull.  Infact my Great Grandfather designed the fountains in the Avenues , and so I shall be searching the poetry for any reference to the victorian monstrosities  now well loved by those looking for anything arty that survived the bombing (when most of Hull didn't).

will be Hull City of Culture 2017, as has always been !

Kilham to Rudston ,East Yorkshire

Filey Dawn

For about three weeks now Colin and I have awoken with the first light . There is something promising about a day which starts with a bright start , especially when I don't have to get up and go to school.  Spouse has had to leave the house at 7am several days this week to go to work in Liverpool and Leeds. He is the early bird anyway, and whereas I always stumble downstairs to say 'Goodbye' to him I am usually not keen to be as Tim Norwood says being and doing at such an hour. I can quite easily turn over and go back to sleep at 4.30 am in the morning.  'No, I don't want a cup of tea now Darling, Thank You! Even that takes some saying in the half light. Treading on ones dreams takes on  a stark meaning , not what Yeats meant at all. So for three weeks I have had a bright thought on my half waking.

I will get up now, I will get dressed quickly and walk around the corner to the Fishermans ' Lookout and take a great picture of the Dawn for the Blog.

So the solstice has passed without action. I will get up today.  I will get up today definitely.  I am going to get up today.It will be a great picture, it will get sent to Carol Malia, or the  Filey Mercury will want to use it.

I will put on  my day-glo socks in case I am overtaken by a passing fisherman on his way to the lookout. I will take a mug of hot tea with me. I will wear my glasses, putting in my contact lenses will signal an up for the day, and I will NOT be.

Aurora disappointed me .I didn't see the slightest hint of her red flannel petticoat as she got up.

So its going to be another lovely day in Filey

Labyrinth

When our children were small we stopped here at Alkborough on our way from  the New Holland Ferry  before the Humber Bridge made life less of an adventure. We had a Mini Traveller Estate in 1977. It was no joke fitting 3 small children into it , the packing of the roof rack was a masterpiece and a journey home to London from Yorkshire took about 6 hours .

 We had seat belts-just , but I seem to think the carrycot bearing the new baby just rested in the back of the car with luggage all round it to keep it in place.  Alice 21 months old in 1977 is watching her Aunty Alice in our family Home blowing bubbles.  Nothing has changed. I am looking now at the window sill next to this laptop ,where my sister has left 4 pots of bubble stuff . Baby Alice has her own small girls, and sister Imogen has her own small boys.  Now it is Alice who travels from the south to Yorkshire, but over the Humber Bridge.

That visit to Alkborough all those years ago was a response to my plea to investigate what looked interesting on the OS Map and called Maze. We didn't stop long . Two tiny children were not really suitable visitors for a few cuts in the lawn in a shape. A long journey with 'when will we be there' and 'can I have a biscuit'  loomed ahead for hours.

For 30 years I have wanted to go back to Julians Bower and  explore and decide, then categorize it into the folder in my brain which says Fascinating Old Places.   So this weekend the  pull is back, the urge to go again  has re surfaced and is flashing 'do it' 'do it'.

I have just been to Wydale for a Parish weekend. I have been enthralled by the Labyrinth.  So I now know that Julians Bower is not a maze.  It is a Labyrinth. 

A labyrinth does not invite choice. A labyrinth is a safe flat way to walk a virtual life . It is not a fantasy , it is not only a David Bowie Movie, but an  small piece of land where a path has been laid out which has a beginning, and an ending, and if you wish a going back to the beginning. This path is just wide enough for one person to walk. It takes the longest possible way to get to the end. The path never crosses itself.  You have no idea when you have reached the middle of the journey to the end. You may walk it quickly.  You may run. What is certain is that it will REALLY make you think.  It is like a Suduko with no correct solution and everyone is a winner, for everyone will get to the end.  You can cheat. You can turn back, jump over and give up.  You can forget what you were doing when you started. You will not be the same when you have finished.
You will have taught yourself Meditation in one easy 20 minute walk, and when you do it again another day you will not repeat the first experience. If this is what a medieval religious did to get close to God I am glad  it has been rediscovered. It does  to  Christian Spirituality what the Cloud Appreciation  Society has done to Meteorology.

Here it is then-
I'll do the meditation bit on the Filey parish blog soon, here are the illustrations

Rest In Peace -Angela Swansborough

When we moved to Dorking in 1981 the Dorking Christian bookshop had just opened. I asked Tony , the manager to put me in touch with any one I might pray with. He gave me Angela Swansboroughs name and address. I remember he sort of grilled me first as to what sort of person I was, very wise . Angela was my friend and support for all the years we lived in Dorking, she saw me through my own operation for cancer in 1982, and we were there for her in 1987 when her life  and circumstances changed so dramatically. 

She will be known for always as the person who did a Jericho on Dorking. She did circuits of many miles around the perimeter of the town, and did it just as Joshua did, 6 times round and then shouted the victory on the 7th day. It took her a day a week for 7 weeks. She would not have company, it was HER job, a PRAYER MARCH for the Lord.

Years later Thora and I did the same round the Dorking Christian Bookshop, and more recently I joined 3 Christians as we marched around  St Oswalds Church 7 times ,  claiming an outpouring of the love of God on the Town, and the breakdown of strongholds.

 

So we will remember all the things we learned from you Angela Swansborough, and Praise God for you. 

May light eternal rest on you

You are as David Watson so famously wrote as he knew he was to die , 'I will be

-with Christ which is far better'

The Music Room

I wondered all the way through the book why it was called 'The Music Room', and did not find out until the last chapter.

My Reading group choice last month was a ghastly and ghostly book by Sarah Waters called 'The Little Stranger'. We nearly all sort of liked it. The story kept us going. We had a good discussion about it. A book centered around a decaying Grand House . 

As I looked at this months choice . I thought Oh! NO !Not another book about a Stately home!

This book says Hope and Joy on every page, in the midst of a Family living with a Son with Severe Epilepsy.

I knew a bit about Epilepsy before I started the read . My niece had spent several years working in a Residential Centre for Children with Severe Epilepsy in the late 90s. She had a tale or two to tell about George , her special Client. At her wedding , George was an honoured guest, and yet physically like a 7 stone baby. In 'The Music Room', Rich Fiennes is a severe Epileptic, but nothing about him but his manner, and demeanor would single him out.

With my hindsight of knowledge , and hindsight about 'The Little stranger' I was prepared to enjoy William Fiennes book from Page 1. Half of it I hated -pages and pages of real Case histories about Epilepsy. I cant see why this book got such acclaim.  Yes it is an interesting , even fascinating picture of life in a gem of a Stately home. The family seem so ordinary, loving and caring. It was only remarkable because of the goings on in the daily lives of those who did and do live in an ancient house, where money is earned for its upkeep by hiring it out  as a Location. I know a lot more about living with a moat, about lead joins on flat roofs, about the way the Landed gentry make do and mend. 

It was a good choice for our reading group coming as it did straight after another book about landed gentry. The contrast will no doubt  be made on our next meeting.

I ask this question 

'Why is William Fiennes so acclaimed?'

I read many essays every day from ordinary people called Bloggers. Their lives and Literary styles are Hope and Joy on every Post as well. Many of them are unknown literary Giants, treasured wordsmiths and astute commentators on the third millennium.  How will they ever know how valued their Efforts are?  So if you are a blogger -keep going someone might be enjoying your words without you ever knowing it. You will have made their day. I am going to add to my Blog Rolls and  keep commenting.

Marks and Spencer

If you say the words Pork Pies today, to any of my extended family ,they will all laugh. We are rather inundated with them. 

For 6 weeks now my  visits to Beverley have been a menage a trois . My mother, the Marks and Spencer food to Order Catalogue,and myself. Aged parent had read the food catalogue and savouring every word and detail had made her first list of food  by the second week of April. Every Tuesday we have sat together and pruned , honed, extended and varied the list. Three weeks ago we had managed to write a sizeable order and wait for grandson in M and S to see  to the order for her, to pay for it and do all the paperwork. 

I now know by heart the pictures of every sandwich, roll, fillings, cake and tarte au citrons in the book. I have had to listen to suggestions  from young family members

• wanting to know why sushi had not been ordered,
• telling me that no one these days eats sausage rolls
• asking me to remember everyone likes profiteroles
• hoping we have actually ordered enough food for 15 adults, 5 children and 2 infants

 Aged parent was not open to suggestion in any form , the first time round that is. After weeks of drip, drip, drip suggestions, she did eventually agree to Indian style chicken kebabs to liven up the Party Food Selection x2 -all sausage rolls, mini quiches, and pork pies and sandwiches.
 But Oh dear! Beverley M and S did not do the salads aged parent wanted. They will be easy to do I said, beetroot salad, bean salad, coleslaw and potato salad are the work of an hour. And they were.

The Day it Dawned. The Family arrived from all corners of the known parts of England. Special Godson and I put out all the food under the gazebos. We had to do it so quickly as small children were magnetized to the tables as soon as they spied us casually taking shrink wrap from kebabs. We tried to offer carrot sticks to keep them going, but they had spotted the party eggs. We forgot to use the doilies, and to put the sausage rolls on the specially bought disposable foil mock silver platters.

3 year old Reuben managed his usual grace

'Thank you ,God! for our lovely lunch'

It was a truly wonderful family gathering. We are grateful to M and S for their food to go service.

Thank you Mummy for having us all round for lunch to celebrate your 90th birthday! Thank you Beverley Abbeyfields for all your support! Thank you God for families who may get together .

BUT pork pies-we have all had  ENOUGH OF THEM.

Thirsk and Malton (and Filey) run on Election

•  Why is the word FILEY  not in our constituency's title ?

• Why has my husband had  a personal(find and replace on Word personal )  letter from Nick Clegg asking him to vote for the Liberal Democrat's candidate in our Election tomorrow?
• Why didn't I have a letter from Nick Clegg?
• Why didn't they address the letter to both of us?
• Do the Liberal Democrats have so much money to spend they can afford a letter and a stamp for all the males of the constituency in their database?
• Where do the Liberal Democrats get their names and addresses for cold call invitations to vote for them?
• Have they trawled the subscriptions to Social Work magazines for names and addresses?
• Are they interested in the member of this household who blogs, twitters and helps run the Filey Parish Blog OKA  Vox Populus ?
• Am I going to vote for the Conservative candidate who spent £5000 on gardening ?
• Am I going to vote for the Labour candidate who according to the Liberal Democrats candidate has no chance ?
• Does the Old  Liberal  candidate have any chance of picking up the votes of those who do not vote for someone whose Lib Dem Party is led  by a Public Schoolboy?
• Or will UKIP  surprise us all?

6368 men and women  (2001 Census)  of Filey please JUST VOTE

I got these  stats from the census link on Bill Lealmans innovative and inspiring Filey Blog called Bill's website

JUST VOTE!

JUST VOTE!