Well what can I think to write this morning, a rather dull one, though the artists group that is residing in the village were washed out at Appleton-le-Moor yesterday. I chatted to a couple of them, 'ladies of leisure' taking their paintbrushes in hand for a holiday..... All 18 put a great strain on the resources of the pub, poor Harriet and Lucy and the young staff having to do a 'Jesus act' and produce 5000 fish dinners - ok I exaggerate, from 12 fish dinners. Quite a lot of the village go in for the cheap fish and chips on Friday, also people who order as well to take away, as we do, only because the portion size is so large that we eat one portion between us, and the animals get some to.
My two little bantams produced their first perfectly round small eggs yesterday as did the hen, not to be outdone. Hard boiled they will look dainty in salads.
I went to the local library yesterday to return a couple of books, and decided to look at their reference room, which did not really have much going for it except 'Ryedale History' journals which come out each year. Someone came in, apparently he was studying Kirkdale church and a settlement which he described as North of the church. That actually would seem a perfect premise for a church that now sits deep in the countryside alone. He reckoned Rieveaulx Abbey had destroyed this once Saxon Minster church and the community that lived nearby.
Summertime and you meet the interested amateur historians all over the place. The day before and I talked to someone about our sulphur spring, which appears in the River Seven, and further on at Salton. Then taking a big leap through the countryside, at Harrogate. Unfortunately you could only get to to it through the 'kissing gate' in the church yard, and it has been fenced off by the people who own the land down to the river.
Up to the end of 1st World War the villagers on Mondays would collect water from the river to fill the copper boilers for the weekly wash.
Apparently it came out green and slimy, and the villagers would let it settle in buckets for 24 hours. If you are complaining about lack of water think how it must have been then! They must have been thrilled when the stand pipes were introduced.
Apparently it came out green and slimy, and the villagers would let it settle in buckets for 24 hours. If you are complaining about lack of water think how it must have been then! They must have been thrilled when the stand pipes were introduced.
I've been following the archaeology blog reports on the dig on Orkney again.Summer time is fab for that sort of thing.
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Hi Aril, as one who used to 'dig' it can be a long day ;) I presume you are talking about the Ness of Brodgar, so idylically set on a strand of land between two circles
DeleteI recall the time when I was quite small when we didn't have water laid on in our house in the Lincolnshire Fens. Our water came from a stand pipe (with a lion's head) out in the village street.
ReplyDeleteWe forget of course, my nanna had one cold tap in the kitchen (nothing else in the way of a bathroom) and an outside loo. The very act of living would have taken so much more time than is spent today.
DeleteYes, we may complain, but we have it so easy.
ReplyDeleteEn-suites, a couple of bathrooms, no wonder we are getting through our water supplies with such speed. Soon our country will be going onto hose-pipe bans, the country is so dry at the moment.
DeleteToday, we take clean water for granted. However, in that clean water there are many chemicals.
ReplyDeleteYes that is the problem and I am not sure some of the plants like them...
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