This was yesterday, more snow in the night.
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Well I have to say it, it is so beautiful outside, the snow softly drifts down, everything has become monochrome, the black branches etched out with snow. It maybe a nuisance and causing chaos but just sit and watch it for while.
Such enthusiasm may be greatly undermined soon when I have to go out and let the chickens out and feed the birds. The hens are no longer laying in this cold weather and also undergoing a moult. The wild birds will have a tough time finding food in the snow, though I have seen a patch of grass under one of the yews.
Paul went to Kirkby yesterday, to get some extra coal, almost all of it was sold out at BATA, the farm suppliers. Going into the Co-op and apparently the shelves are running bare with people stocking up for the coming freeze. Do we panic, yes we do ;)
Lucy loves it, racing round in the snow joyously, think of all the children whose schools will be shut down, the toboggans will be out. She found the five foot long branch she had carried home yesterday from her walk, it is for obvious reasons not allowed in the house but is her contribution to the fire and she is very proud of it.
Photos are on hold as the battery is flat.
Monday, February 26, 2018
The snow has arrived gently, a flurry this morning, slightly worrying as we are in the 'orange zone' of weather forecasts. Paul is off to get some more supplies including coal. The forecasters have expressed the severity of this inverted weather pattern for this week but not when it will finish. Grim warnings about wearing wind proof outerwear against the bitter East wind later on in the week, looks like the NHS may have to step up to the mark again.
There was a moorhen/coot plodding around the back garden this morning, first time I have seen that, and a poor jackdaw last night with an injured wing. But the milkman, who doesn't normally come on a Monday, has bought a big bag of bird food, would you believe that milkmen still delivered. I note from the bill he has brought that the 'Guardian' is £2.90 and the 'Times' £1.70 - quite a difference, Paul will say 'go on, give the Guardian up'.........
Picture from the North Allerton Echo it is not funny, except it is, but there has been a spate of ATMs robberies not sure where though.
|took the sign literally|
Sunday, February 25, 2018
It's Sunday, it's early and Lucy snores gently behind me. What to talk about? Well I shall begin with the fact that our church warden, who will soon depart, has actually accepted the fact that the church should have water and a loo laid on for non church events. It would open the church to other activities - watch this space.
Watching a sparrow hawk on the roof of the church the last couple of days, he awkwardly lollops up and down to get a drink of water from the drainpipe. Someone said they had gold crest in their garden, so I hope said small bird doesn't become a victim of our savage little killer, there is already a dead pigeon under the yew tree.
Rachel and John have been 'tidying' the copse at the back to make it into a nature reserve, though probably it already is ;) So village life potters on quietly, next week there is the 'carvery', a good 40 people will attend at the pub next door, and hopefully there won't be a quiz. We went to the pub yesterday afternoon and met someone who worked in the pub in Hutton-le-Hole, she had the same aversion to whitebait as I had - the eyes, the eyes! They made a great fuss of Lucy, Paul calls her an old tart, the way she makes up to people.
Now to things that have caught my attention, the case of Frome in Somerset;
"Compassion is the best medicine" (Resurgence article) It seems that in the small Somerset town of Frome, the local doctor has been a driving force in getting people to be part of the wider community and what happens? well people become less sick, they don't litter the waiting room with non-event illness and the local hospital has a reduction in admissions.
Perhaps a third of the people currently in hospital are there not because they need more or better medication but because they are isolated individuals.
Three years ago two people with the support of the town council brought together a scheme, by interlinking the health centre, the community hospital and social services with care provision available from local charities (here I quote) and then recruiting a number of volunteers, they have been able to set up a service directory of things happening in the town, talking cafes for instance. So that people can get out, meet others and participate in the wider world.
So when we talk about the fragmentation of our society today it is because we are less community aware. Other towns are taking different options, the town where my daughter lives, Todmorden has chosen a somewhat different path, here they grow food in public places and the community get together in growing things, nurseries and festivals and meals, hosting people from other countries to see what they have done.
There is Totnes in Devon which has become a Transition Town a permaculture idea where self-sufficiency within the town is important. This option is taken in case of catastrophe in the wider world but whatever the motivation it makes the community stronger. Read about Totnes and you will find the term 'new age' substantial community resides there, and I think Todmorden could be the same, as my daughter says, it is people (baby boomers?) like you mum who start these places...
Well to the last subject this is Jan Morris, whose marvellous book The Matter of Wales is a favourite. She has written many books on her travels and now is growing old, but last week she was on the radio selling her latest and sounding very dismal about the STATE OF THE COUNTRY, aren't we all? But we are not going there at the moment! She had a 'guest' appearance in the Newsstatesman this Friday in the 'The Diary'. Mostly she talked about the Japanese warship Yamato, which was sunk by the Americans in a suicide mission by the Japanese. And it is well to contrast the front covers of this book in light of the terrible murdering spree of the youngsters at the school.
The American version features a vast, black murderous explosion, whereas the English front cover features the 'great ship at peace against a background Japanese Cherry blossoms'.
Perhaps what she says at the end covers the state of the world at the moment, though we may be grateful for a cease fire and humanitarian aid that has been arrived at in the UN overnight for Goulta in Syria and lets hope it works, this is what she says...
Perhaps the saddest thing about the wretched state of the world, to my mind, is it lack of certainities. So many convictions have lost their sureness, from patriotisms to ideologies to religions, and I get the feeling that people everywhere are looking for a route to some better defined objective - a Way, in short, to a Destination, both with capital letters.
In short, dear muddled fellow humans, I suggest to you that kindness is not only the Way, it is the Destination itself.
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Sun and frozen lawn, you would think that the weather forecasters are predicting the weather from hell for next week - cold, cold, cold. But for the moment I sort out primroses and primulas in the garden, potting them up into the planters. Happy to find that they have quietly multiplied.This little plant is the Barnhaven gold laced, but not sure which I have maybe the silver laced, whichever it is prolific. There is a double pink primrose, and a whole pile of a yellow (too bright, a fault I find with most polyanthus) plant, so for this short space of time it is the world of these related plants. No real wild primrose, but I have planted a couple of cowslips in the front. I hate it when the pale lemon of the primrose is coloured by a mating with another cultivated specieman so that you get a murky pink.
The one problem in this garden is the creeping buttercup, the garden was once after all a field, so that this plant has taken over the long bed and lawns. Hopefully I will be able to dig properly soon, but this infestation makes me cross.
A couple of days ago I ordered some perennial geraniums from a nursery in Walsall, the Paypal went through but no acknowledgement from the nursery, so I started to worry that maybe he had gone out of business, but a reply last night reassured me that he had got my order and I would get the plants I ordered.
Love this plant for its many forms, the sight of bees around its flowers and also its leaf shape and hopefully its strong habit will provide good ground cover against the wretched buttercup.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
My first love is history, sport figures so low down my list of favourite things to do, that it has probably slipped off the paper. From those days on a freezing cold field with much larger girls bearing down on me with intimidating hockey sticks - I gave in, you can have it, not worth fighting over! I think I lack the competitive spirit sadly. Pottering around on a pony I would enjoy, take the dog long walks, but chase or hit a ball was beyond my comprehension...
So Olympics sweep by, except for the rather entrancing vision of North and South Korea coming together. But there is one form of sport that sets me off giggling that is curling, a form of housewifery but cleaning the ice instead.
"the distinctive blue-grey microgranite found on the island of Ailsa Craig was (and still is) the material of choice for manufacturing curling stones? The island has been quarried extensively for this purpose, many stones being finished in the Mauchline Curling Stone Factory in Ayrshire."
Now that as a fact interests me, is it the smoothness of the granite that allows it to sail across the ice. The above photo was taken from SCRAN, a history archive of Scottish history, there is also a lovely video taken by Lord someone (don't worry I will go and find it and bore you more) taken between 1929 and 1959, (gosh can't those toffs date anything?) On looking I have to buy the film, but it was the 6th Duke and Duchess of Montrose, and show preparation well under hand.
There are other stone balls in Scotland from prehistory, beautifully carved no one can understand how they were used, definitely not used for curling, fastened to a rope and swinging a bit like a bolas one theory, ball bearings for moving the great megaliths another, think I like the scrying or foretelling the future theory best.
Now the Towrie decorated ball (Dated from between 3200 to 2500 BC) from Aberdeenshire, so Celtic looking, is definitely a scrying ball. Or, of course a carver had time on his hands and just sat down and carved a splendid looking ball - definitely not football though.
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Judgment; They have been talking about it on the radio this Sunday, always a very good subject for Sunday;). I notice elsewhere the subject has also given some answers on poverty, today's poverty and yesteryear which was so different.
Firstly we cannot compare the poverty of the 20th century with today, through of the century there was no proper heating such as central heating, food was far more simple, schooling as well. The vast amount of choice did not exist, electronics that bane of today's society was just peeping above the horizon. Now we live in a spoilt Western world where everything is to hand, and we are still unhappy. Could it be that the human soul is always grasping upward for the unobtainable.
Do I condemn those people who live off the state, whose education and social background never taught them how to survive in a morally upright way, do I condemn them, or do I say, look at those baby boomers who have got rich on exploiting the technical wonders of today are they no less selfish?
The 'haves' and the 'have nots' co-exist very uneasily, we should be grateful for a state that supports the vulnerable, the grasping and greedy no, but they must be weeded out. Try reading Jackie Monroe -Cooking on a Bootstrap on the subject and then ask where our society has gone wrong. All those landlords who supply rotten housing for the poor to live in. A government who is prepared to welcome immigrant labour to take up the cheap s----- jobs in this country live in appalling situations in the citys and towns. Apart from anything else, we have become overcrowded and need a great deal more housing for everyone. And for all of us that have relied on the value of our house going up to fund our old age, well think on, our grandchildren have just been forced out of the housing market!
Paul will say O you have been having another rant again;) ............
Fracking again Meet the Yorkshire villagers fighting fracking.
Fracking again Meet the Yorkshire villagers fighting fracking.
Saturday, February 17, 2018
I came across a new artist yesterday, his paintings were illustrated in Resurgence which I had only just got round to reading. Richard Cartwright, you can find him on the web but the three paintings I chose have to do with the garden. The first is called 'Garden with Evening Primrose.' I love this plant for its habit of growing unexpectedly on waste spaces. If in the evening you stand by the plant and smell its sweet perfume, a bud will unfold for you flaring out into that pale lemon and then for a moment the petals will droop until it finds its feet from this rebirth. Don't just buy the hybrids Oenothera, just allow the lanky, very untidy flowering plant into your garden, perhaps along with the sweet smelling nicotiana (white of course).
|The Patio Garden|
Friday, February 16, 2018
Walking conditions ;) very muddy and slippery, this is the verge we have to walk along to get to the public footpath....
The river in its winter coat and two walkers making their way to Bridge Farm, they passed me but I am so slow pottering along photographing stuff.
Things that get lost with time, those hidden edges of land. This where the cherry trees blossom, and snowdrops romp away hidden from sight. Through the fence you will see Nelson's little smallholding.
The bridge walkers have to brave, see how narrow it is, sheep going to market I wonder? These bridges, especially the old pack bridges, see photo of Egton Bridge below, are one of the lovely features round Yorkshire, we have several near us.
The river in its winter coat and two walkers making their way to Bridge Farm, they passed me but I am so slow pottering along photographing stuff.
Again looking back at Nelson's couple of fields, with his hens, ducks, geese, and sheep. On the footpath in spring we often come across hen's eggs that have been stolen by presumably the fox, but does Mr Fox wade through the river?
So to pack horse bridges, the Egton Bridge though famous has been replaced by road and rail bridges.
So to pack horse bridges, the Egton Bridge though famous has been replaced by road and rail bridges.
Thursday, February 15, 2018
|The rather splendid Victorian village hall at Appleton|
Went to a meeting about soil at the garden club in Appleton-Le-Moor at their village hall. Miserable wet weather as always, there was practically a river running down the road when we went back to the car.
But inside plenty of people, all of a certain age, sat and listened to a fascinating lecture by someone from Harrogate agricultural college. She was witty and funny, and talked of agro-forestry like a dedicated permaculturist, and inside I giggled slightly at the thought that slowly the 'green argument' now about 30 years old has slowly trickled into mainstream thought. Did she say that our soils only had about another 50 harvests in them, but we were in a good place compared to on the continent and America, their soils are trashed through heavy machinery that has broken up its structure. So says Gove (the man I always call Mr.Toad, but I am beginning to warm to him).
“If you have heavy machines churning the soil and impacting it, if you drench it in chemicals that improve yields but in the long term undercut the future fertility of that soil, you can increase yields year on year but ultimately you really are cutting the ground away from beneath your own feet. Farmers know that.”
Commonsense would have dictated this anyway but the blind leading the blind comes to mind, what will those young farmers coming out of college think or do I wonder, planting trees down in lines, and here we are talking of fruit, and nut trees, and then growing catch crops in between the rows. I notice also on a separate issue that farmers are being encouraged not only to grow wildflowers strips down the side of the fields as encouragement for insects and birds but also strip sown down the the middle as well, to stop the over-use of herbicides and pesticides - think about that one! And in America the idea of always keeping a crop on top of soil, in this instance, a green manure, one you can easily turn back into the soil is also catching on.
Does anyone remember Hart and Forest Garden,
"Forest gardening is a way of working with Nature which is not only productive and requires minimal maintenance, but creates great environmental benefits. As Herbert Girardet says in his Foreword, "Robert Hart was a rare person . . . For decades he waged a lonely battle for life, patiently writing books and articles and quietly planting trees on his small farm in Shropshire. Robert created a magnificent forest garden which had a profound influence on the way people have cultivated their own land. It was a garden dedicated to human needs for fruit, nuts, vegetables and plant medicines. But it was at the same time a celebration of the myriad interactions of life; for it was based on profound observations, both intuitive and scientific, of how different life forms interact in order to stimulate and support one another."
Anyway some of the company had bought their garden soils in and they were tested by chemicals in a little test tube. Some soils went up into the red, an indicator of acid.
Having mentioned Hart, I should also mention of course Charles Dowding, he of the no-dig method, something close to my heart as I get older ;)
Of course, these ideas worked out over the years are probably not going to provide the answer to feeding a growing world population, but neither is feeding cattle, and watering them when we can get a lot of our nutrition from vegetables and fruit and of course nuts;)
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
So when the trucks rolled out, what did you feel - a certain caution of hope I admit.
Victory maybe, why is she so cautious (never trust those on top) but with the government saying that there will only be 200 well sites instead of the 4000 envisaged maybe it is a victory. If you were to see the map of Yorkshire you would also have quailed at the sight of the whole footprint as the county had been neatly dissected and broken up by the fracking firms for exploration. Did you know by the way that you do not own the ground under your plot of land, it could be tunnelled by pipes without your consent.
The protest at the KM site has been fought to the bitter end, private security men and the police have stood between the protestors and traffic going in and out. Protestors have been taken to court, but their cases thrown out by local judges, not much sympathy for high handed tactics of the security men.
So Kevin Hollincrake, erstwhile politician of my area of this county, is this defeat? will you accept that there are more people against fracking the North Yorkshire Moors then for it?
One of the problems for Third Energy who were going to frack the site, they had been caught with dodgy financial means, i.e. they owed fifty millions pounds, and as their backer Barclays had pulled out of the deal, money stopped floating around as it did with Carillon.
The future is yet to be writ but I am keeping my fingers crossed that this is indeed the end.
Monday, February 12, 2018
As flake is to blizzard, as
Curve is to spear, as knot is to net, as
One is to many, as coin is to money, as
bird is to flock, as
Rock is to mountain, as drop is to fountain, as
spring is to river, as glint is to glitter, as
Near is to far, as wind is to weather, as
feather is to flight, as light is to star, as
kindness is to good, so acorn is to wood.
The Lost Words, Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris
How Lloyds, Nat West, RBS, Barclays and HSBC turned their backs on rural towns
Britain has the lowest concentration of banks among the leading nations of Europe: we have 155 banks for every million people. France has 420; Germany has 450; and Spain has 810.
One in four bank branches will disappear from the High Street within the next five years, a report has revealed.
Hundreds of market towns and suburbs will become banking deserts, forcing frail and elderly customers to travel miles to reach their nearest branch.
The Campaign for Community Banking Services predicts the UK’s 9,500-strong branch network will plummet to 7,000 by the end of 2018, shedding more than a quarter of existing branches.
Well I could go on finding articles on bank closures in small towns ad infinitum, we are experiencing it as well, Kirkby has no banks now, the last of them Barclays closed last year. Pickering is going the same way, NatWest to close this summer, Yorkshire Bank has also just closed over Xmas, leaving just one Barclays branch to cope with a busy market town. Of course the banks will say we are doing it just for the customers, no say the banks it isn't a cost cutting exercise to put more money into the pockets of the fat cats up at the top. As if!! But it puts a lot of people at a disadvantage, my nearest branch is 20 miles away in Thirsk, I suspect a lot of people will turn to the Post Office but all those very elderly, whose pensions mean cash to them to spend at the shops, what will happen? All hail the internet, well yes maybe, but there is so much fraud on the net, and many people cannot access the web from their phones.
The moral maze we wander through.... Sex in the wrong places this time high officials in the charity game, are found to be having parties, orgies even in Haiti a few years back when in all truth they should be helping the people in need. A few bad pennies and they could wreck a charity needed in the world. My money goes out ad hoc, either in a direct response to a calamity, and then occasionally to animal charities in need of direct money for rescue such as the Asian bears used for bile production, or the terrible trade in dogs for meat in similar places in Asia.
I went for a walk down Salton Lane yesterday, it was crisp and frozen, the world round us is peaceful and placid, the barn owl flew through the garden and churchyard on Saturday when Irene was delivering a wrongfully delivered parcel to us, we sat and drank sherry (after four o clock) and discussed village affairs, which at the moment is about speeding in the village, a footpath to replace the dangerous slippery grass verge. But all our councillor had come back with is the fact from the traffic person in the council THAT THE ACCIDENT RATE IS NOT HIGH ENOUGH. So either one of us throws ourselves under a car. or Irene is going to get the name of the person who writes such dross and then maybe a bit of publicity is called for....
Saturday, February 10, 2018
I am often intrigued by the term 'frugal living', this could mean living off the land, shopping cheaply or perhaps just eating simply. Access to many different supermarkets are somewhat limited here. We have a large Co-Op in Pickering and a small Co-Op in Kirkby. We also have Lidl in Pickering and then Malton which is several miles away boasts Morrisons, Asda, and a small Sainsbury but we hardly ever shop in Malton.
Yesterday I booked a delivery from Sainsbury for next week but this could come from Scarborough or Whitby. True I might have got some reductions in what I ordered but it is by the way. I consider Sainsburys expensive, but then we needed coffee beans ( they are hard to find round here), and then wholemeal bread flour, plus some different cheeses to make a fondue. So sometime next week we shall have a whole pile of shopping dumped on the floor by the front door because we refuse plastic bags. A picture comes back of last time when Lucy 'helping' staggered into the kitchen carrying a bag of potatoes.
But all in all we are not frugal, I actually like the Co-op which is probably second to Sainsbury in expensive items, but both do give points to be spent at a later date and the Co-op is local after all. And by the way I am not a great shopper.
Which brings me round to someone knocking on the door a few days back trying to sell their wares, a local Yorkshire firm called Ringtons, who sell the most delicious biscuits. Though we should desist from them they are very good.
The other day I had a spike in my stats, could it be that there is interest in the fact that I mentioned harassment on the net? ;) It was an article written by someone who implied that I was naive, a very misogynist article, so I 'flared' back on a public forum, with my heart in my mouth by the way. But it was good for the soul, and I always think of Mary Beard fighting sexism with humour and skill.
Forums can also be a source of nastiness, you have two choices either retaliate in the same spirit, or ignore, which is probably the best option. My philosophy is, if a person is nasty, it is their problem not mine. So no gossipy tales, those who fall out elsewhere must find their own solutions.
Thursday, February 8, 2018
Sunrise; As I drew the curtains this morning the world was bathed in rose-pink. A flock of homing pigeons flew by, tipping their wings so that their undersides were caught by the colour. The perfect timing by birds as they turn, such as starlings and golden plovers and pigeons of course tell us that dna play a big part in all actions, but what a marvellous sight when nature becomes complicit in beauty.
What else, the putting together of the dolls house goes on slowly as I puzzle over staircases and windows...
|Where I should end up! ;)|
There is, perhaps, no better way to appreciate the tragedy of 21st-century global inequality than by watching a billionaire spend $90m launching a $100,000 car into the far reaches of the solar system. Taken from the Guardian.
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Yesterday we took Lucy to be washed and clipped in Pickering and what struck me was how a small town grows up through the centuries. Pickering church sits on a hill, surrounded by a small graveyard and cottages which have been cut into the hill so that you can enter them through the first floor. Well the dog grooming room is a small room off one of the cottages, it juts out into the graveyard. There is an intimacy between church, cottages and the land which unites them, a melding of time, the graves jostling untidily - must take photographs!
The room was small, a central table, sink for washing in the corner and a couple of cages in another corner. Four dogs greeted me enthusiastically, a large chocolate poodle on the table wagging its tail furiously. Two women brought order to this place, Ria was the person I had been in touch with. After dropping Lucy there we went for something to eat at Kirkby at the George and Dragon, Paul had his usual calamari and I had a paninis - a word I can never say much to the amusement of everyone, with some french fries and salad.
|The George and Dragon is to the far right with the carriage entrance.|
Monday, February 5, 2018
Well something different. Someone on a blog asked what are you reading? this was a general question to her readers. So how to catch up with my weekend reading. Two weekend papers, The Times and the Guardian. My weekly News Statesman and then two books, Madeline Bunting - Love of Country and a biography on C.S.Lewis, this I think down to Rachel who mentioned him.
But an article in the NS caught my eye, The Palace is Falling Down no way political but its that place where all the politicians gather to discuss the weighty matters of this country (forgive the sarky tone;), amongst he-hawing, grunting and groaning.
Well the Houses of Parliament are falling down, this great 8 acre edifice is beginning to split at the seams, especially in the basement where piping steams and chunters, sewage explodes occasionally and there are even fires.
Well Gormenghast it may not be, but the HP replaced the old palace, and what remains of that palace is still to a point intact inside, such as Westminster Hall.
But the rest of the building was designed by Charles Barry and Augustus Pugin, and though beautifully detailed is slowly falling to pieces. "When completed in 1870 there were 1180 rooms, 4000 windows, 126 staircases, three towers, two miles of corridor and the longest river frontage in London, at 980 feet"
Now for more facts and figures.....
"In 2014, Deloitte drew up estimates for three separate options for restoration and renewal works: moving out completely for 6 years, at a cost of 3.9 billion pounds; partially moving out for 11 years, at a cost of 4.4. billion, and not moving out at all, for 32 years, at a cost of 5.7.billion - the mistake of old"
In 2016 a joint committee chose the first option, they were worried about a single catastrophic event of fire or a series of failures in essential systems. The talking still goes on! Apparently the Architect Norman Foster designed a 'pop-up parliament' to sit in Horse Guard Parade and it died - where would Trooping the Colour Go?, there are several options where the politicians can go;
Richmond House, Westminster Hall and perhaps the Lords go to the Queen Elizabeth 11 Conference Centre. Decisions, decisions!
There is foolish talk that should the politicians desert the Houses of Parliament it would be like the ravens leaving the Tower of London they would never get back - O joy.
Does this problem top Brexit I wonder, it is such a beautiful architectual building, but there are so many pressing problems to address notwithstanding the National Health Service which is under severe strain.
The Palace is falling Down - Tanya Gold
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Begone winter! Another slightly drizzly gray day has begun, yesterday a feeble sun but I went for walk along the fields, something I have not done since I fractured my ankle - 6 months ago. It still hurts, especially on uneven ground and slopes. Scruffy Lucy accompanied me, she is having a wash and cut on Monday with a new dog groomer. But apart from her increasing deafness she also gets sore front paws, something familar to cocker spaniels.
She took great delight in our old walk romping along the path, waiting for biscuits to be thrown, which I had forgotten about and came back very muddy. The highlight of the walk, and that which made me go, was to see the barn owls. True to form one glided slowly and gracefully, coursing low over the field. Another behind Bridge farm tracked another field. No photos, concentrating on looking after a deaf dog, and a weak ankle took enough of my time, so I have gone through my photos of summer to lighten the day.
|Hawthorn blossom that decorate Britain with such lavish affection in spring|
|the old orchard|
|bluebells in the wood behind|
|Perhaps one of my favourites - cow parsley|
Under the small copse of the cherry trees that lie by the road there are extensive patches of snowdrops, as there are in the church yard.
Friday, February 2, 2018
To take up from yesterday. Well the meeting was successful to a point, the four of them walked down to the bridge, and lo and behold two barn owls flew over traversing the large verges on either side. Shirley said that in fact at their farm there were 2 to 3 pairs of barn owls which they were very protective over. Also the otters in the river, though one had been killed on the road. As they walked back and stopped outside our house, J pointed to the stag pipe across the road, put in probably late 19th century which took its water from a spring on the hill. J wanted to get rid of it but Paul stepped in and said what about Nelson?. Nelson lives on a small piece of land surrounded by his animals and lives in an old caravan and the stag pipe is his only source of water. Paul jokingly said we thought of 'dressing' it as it is Imbolc today - funny looks all round;)
I would not consider us pagans but we acknowledge the fact that it is part of our modern culture, just as christianity slowly fades something is needed to fill in the gap. Remember Gaia, that whole encompassing belief that the Earth on which we live is alive and manages its systems, the theory put forward by James Lovelock that the earth is self-adjusting, well a whole new religion and environmental movement began.
So historically, and I am going to go back to a wonderfully Irish named author for you, Proinsias MacCana - Celtic Mythology. Now if you inhabit the world of historians or archaeologists, they will foam at the mouth for the wrong introduction of the word 'Celtic', ignore their mealy-mouthed approach, live in the world and take comfort in myths and legends that have fallen down the centuries, traces of which can be found in our churches which had a bloody hard time stamping out paganism ;)
Once I lived in the city of Bath, whose Roman history encompassed a female Celtic divinity call Sulis, and the Romans being astute aligned her with their goddess Minerva, goddess of craft and many other things, well MacCana tells the Irish tale of Saint Bride or Brighid, who also follows the same pattern of adaptation in Ireland, (the mother goddesses), where many of the great Celtic tales were written down.
''Brighid was first mentioned by Cormac's Glossary (900 AD) she was an expert in filidhecht - in other words poetry and traditional learning in general, as well as divination and prophecy...
Saint Brighid had a close connection with livestock and the produce of the earth, and her feast day was 1st February coinciding with Imbolc.
She was born, we are told, at sunrise neither within nor without a house, is fed from the milk of a red and white cow (a supernatural cow), hangs her wet cloak on the rays of the sun....."
I could go on, Saint Brighid also tends an eternal sacred fire with the help of nineteen nuns, which of course links her with Minerva at Bath who also kept a constant sacred fire - imitation, or at least the limitation of their lives.
Here Colette of Bealtine Cottage explains her interpretation for me slightly over the top but it lies at the heart of the modern day belief. And, perhaps more importantly is joyous. Perhaps in this time of feminism such things are better left to their own devices - but still.
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Blogs are a bit like that programme 'Housewife 49', a diary of the trivia of your life mixed up with larger events. And that is all I shall say on the subject;)
So who watched Tony Hall repeat himself again and again about transparency over the charge that there was a gender gap between the pay of women and men on the BBC. Fascinating television when the top k/nobs are fiercely interviewed over a finer point of legality in public inquiries, this one, taken from ....
"The Digital, Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS) Committee will grill Tony Hall, the BBC Director-General, on Wednesday as part of its inquiry into BBC pay. Carrie Gracie, the broadcaster’s former China Editor who resigned earlier this month over pay inequality, will also be questioned."
Will heads roll? we will see, much as I love the BBC please get your act together and remember the bill of equal pay between men and women dates to 1970 for goodness sake!
The other thing we have watched, courtesy of Netflix, is 'The Crown', a charming, and I use the word with some thought, about the life of our Queen Elizabeth, we are still in the early years of difficult decisions for her as to how to use her authority in the realms of state and country against the forces of bureaucracy represented in this instance by Lord Salisbury and Churchill. But the drama is a pleasant rollick through the history of Princess Margaret and Peter Townsend.
Today Paul is attending a meeting at a neighbour's house, they are meeting with our councillor Greg West, chimney sweep, to discuss the road problem. Irene wants the 30 mile sign moved over the bridge. Also notices down Salton Lane about slowing down for pedestrians who walk along there. We have many notices through the village but though many people heed them there are always the few that speed through. We have no ducks unfortunately....