Friday, September 18, 2015

Friday the 18th September

Anyone who passes Horcum Hole, will know the Saltergate Inn on the bend as you cross the moors.

It stands ugly and unwanted, a 17th century pub with a story about a fire that must always be kept going because of some ugly deed of death and the excise officer buried beneath the fireplace.  It should be pulled down really, the council though (Scarborough) says that it should be refurbished, but the present owner cannot afford it. 
Well we always pass it on our way to Whitby, which we did yesterday, the small building alongside, a cottage, does not look too bad but the inn itself is a mess.
Capturing the journey from the car, I missed out on the Inn, but the bleak feel of the moor stands out against a cloud studded blue sky.  This enormous panorama is very uplifting, the spirit calms down as the eye travels for miles on uninterrupted views.





We go to get rid of stuff at the recycling centre, to visit Sainsbury for all those things the Co-op and Lidl in Pickering do not have and to look in on the cottage.  Whitby not quite so crowded now that the children have gone back to school but bustling in its own particular fashion.
The skies are glorious at this time of year, when I go to put the hens in the evening the sun is just setting behind the trees in the church yard, often everything  is lit up in a warm glow of soft peach, other times the sky streaked in cream and grey clouds.  Two out of three hens will have settled for the night, there is always a third who pops out enquiringly to see if there is any more food on offer, mostly I unceremoniously bundle her back and shut the hatch firmly....

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  1. Quite rightly so Thelma - there is nothing like fanning the flames for a hen who takes advantage!

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  2. These hens are very 'with it', just fed them the remains of spaghetti which is always fun...

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  3. What fabulous views. Moorland always lifts my spirits. I'm glad you stand no nonsense from your hens. Ours were free-range (and we had quite a few - 60 or so at one time) but I only had to shake a pan of corn when I wanted them in to bed (earlier than usual sometimes) and they would leg it to the henhouse. I have a friend who doesn't use corn, and is always moaning about waiting for her hens to decide to go to bed. I couldn't be doing with my hens "ruling the roost"!!

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    1. 60 hens seem a lot Jennie, but as dusk falls ours think of going in for the night, I've heard about shaking the corn, probably use that method when they go free range, still waiting for the fence man to start work, which should happen next week....

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  4. Sounds wonderful Thelma your description of the moors...I'm hopping to go to Whitby next year with my good friend Paula, Also like the idea of keeping hens but alas garden not big enough...Keep well....

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    1. Hi Ana, Hope the trip goes fine when you all come down, Whitby is an experience! Think hens would ruin your beautiful garden anyway, they don't do much good for the lawn here.

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