Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Tuesday 12th March


Happy Birthday World Wide Web, you've got problems, did any of us realise how nasty some of the human race can be, but generally in blog land we get along nicely.  Tim Berners-Lee brought it all together 30 years ago, he is British, something to be proud of! But on this day, 12th March, when our parliament cannot get its act together I somehow how feel that the euphoric mood of a global network is somewhat lacking, as we watch our politicians argue and fall apart over the enormously difficult act of leaving the European Union.
Even if by some miracle a 'deal' is agreed I cannot but feel sad, that we are falling out with our neighbours, that the country is in a 'state of uncertainity', the 'leavers' stand forlorn and shouty about what they want.  Could almost say 'as the walls of Jericho fall around them' businesses start to flee, political rats and billionaires already fled.  it will probably be rough.....
I have been following the antics of the 'preppers', people who are quite sanely I think, putting by reserve food, scared of empty supermarket shelves. Well though I have no faith in a government that hires a ferry company without any ships with a three month slot to get its act together,  I think we should leave it to the medical and food companies to sort it out and just keep our fingers crossed.
Even now on this miserably dank, wet and windy day, a box of tea is winging its way across the Irish sea from Twinings because I can live without a lot of things but English Breakfast tea is what wakes me up each morning ;)


And of course, the calming effect of sewing................ Mogg please note!














Sunday, March 10, 2019

This patch of Earth is waking up

A nuthatch has been visiting the fatball feeder recently such a medley of beautiful colours but I cannot capture it on camera, so here is one from a Welsh site...




Sometimes when I look at the exquisite digital photography that brings up every detail I wonder if we need artists to capture such things - heresy!  What I do see though is a complete natural phenomenona, a perfect blend of colour, shape and size.  Something crafted for its environment in a trembling delicate feathered way.
Even now, early morning, I can hear the jackdaws chattering away, sorting nesting places, a couple will nest in the small round holes of the church, others in the old holes of the large tree that graces the churchyard.  The sparrows are already looking at the nests of the swallows under the church roof eaves. Lazy creatures, as we look forward to the swallow's return.
The domestic fowl also greet early morning, we have geese, ducks and hens in Nelson's patch and Nigel 's old hens are still running around along with his 'escapee' duck.
The collared doves always fly down  in the morning for seed, as of course the large lazy wood pigeons who lurk ever intent on free food.  In the copse, crows caw noisily, sex is happening, nests are being refurbished.
Blackbirds have returned, the robin still gets stuck in the bantam's run and the natural world settles down.
Some one I have forgotten,  Jack the jackdaw still hobbles around the place using his broken wing as a crutch.  Steely determination has given him life these few months and I try to throw food wherever he is, the strange thing is that he is often outside the hen's run, probably he would be safer inside.  But then who wants to live with mad Lady Jane the bantam?

Friday, March 8, 2019

Assembled

Well the small loom arrived in a narrow box, it comes from Ashford in New Zealand via Wingham Wool.  So with some trepidation I assembled the many parts, noting with relief that there weren't too many screws. It is made of Ash, beautiful wood but it needs waxing or oiling.




The instructions were clear, though I had difficulty working out their/mine left to right, but the rollers turn and the front and back rail went on easily.

What else?  The Carvery meal went well, only 22 people though, one party had the farmer going to Castle Howard anti against fracking landowners movement that night - all to the good of course.  But it meant that several people from that end of the village did not come.  Plenty of meat for the carnivores, I had a lasagne, supposed 'vegetarians' get lasagne, there are only two of us!  People get such large proportions, I know farmers have a busy outdoor life but the plates of food are extraordinary.  Some newcomers to the village, confessed that they have never cooked, goodness knows how they will settle down, well there is the Chinese at Amotherby but the fish and chips from Kirkby will be cold before they get home....

So will I be weaving, probably not this weekend as my daughter and grandchild are coming down.  We may even go out for lunch at the Plough in Wombleton, my brain cannot think what to cook, grandchildren have so many likes and dislikes....

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

wednesday 6th March

I look out of the bedroom window at the so neat bed Simon the Green Man has dug and my mind immediately whistles off to summer and the flowers it will contain!  Three foot wide, between the pump and some sort of cover it will tumble with lavender and white shasta daisies (hopefully), the background of the church wall offsetting the colours and keeping a warm backing.  Apparently we have not dug the roses in deep enough, but a bit of judicious heaping up of the soil will help with that.  We have an awful lot of pebbled driveway as well, but I shall buy containers for plants, already have some on the south wall.


I did look at this for the front lawn ;) Paul would have been so pleased on losing the grass......must be somewhere in Ameria I think.  But should Brexit bring us to our knees, it is worth contemplating.  The American ambassador has just been on the radio justifying American farming practices, he got a right old rollicking last week about chlorinated chickens.  I bought an organic chicken £8  for the weekend wasn't cheap but really did taste better.


Lucy walks the plank over the pebbles, the tip-tap of her paws heralding her approach to the back door, her front paw bleeds, apparently it happens in spaniels, so that now we lay a rug for her to jump into the car.  Of course some weight loss would not come amiss......


Monday, March 4, 2019

Monday 4th March

Rievaulx Abbey always tranquil


Well our visitor Chris has gone back to London to sell more Sake and we are left quiet again.  He is Paul's oldest friend, a remnant from the past life in Kyoto, where they lived and studied at the Ryona-ji temple.  Gary Snyder and Allen Ginsberg were there at the same time, and Chris is doing a book (in Japanese) of the 60s phenomenon that led to hippies,  drop outs, communes, etc even in Japan. 
His business does well, but he is also a writer and editor of the airline magazine to Hawaii, where he lives.  We did Rievaulx Abbey this morning and then bought lunch at the delicatessen in Helmsley, Chris bought cheddar cheese which he had fallen in love with, smoked bacon and brack (Yorkshire Barm cake).
Also our long haired 'Green Man' turned up, seemingly he is an old hippy as well, did a beautiful job on the bed to be dug out, recommended Munstead and Hidcote lavenders and promised to bring some foxgloves as well.
So a busy day and a cold one but of course fascinating, as we listened to Chris's tales about the personalities caught up in that time, it brings back the energy and the foolishness of it all, and a sadness that we now live in such a time as this. 
Thought this poem would bring a wry smile, it is funny.......


Nanao Sakaki – Break the Mirror

In the morning
After taking cold shower
—-what a mistake—-
I look at the mirror.

There, a funny guy,
Grey hair, white beard, wrinkled skin,
—-what a pity—-
Poor, dirty, old man,
He is not me, absolutely not.

Land and life
Fishing in the ocean
Sleeping in the desert with stars
Building a shelter in the mountains
Farming the ancient way
Singing with coyotes
Singing against nuclear war—
I’ll never be tired of life.
Now I’m seventeen years old,
Very charming young man.

I sit quietly in lotus position,
Meditating, meditating for nothing.
Suddenly a voice comes to me:
“To stay young,
To save the world,
Break the mirror.”





the Hawaii shirt is recognisable

I would add a note of kindness here from the rail ticket man in London.  When seeing Chris get a first class ticket to us, he gave him the form for us 'seniors', which as you know gives us 25% off the price of a ticket.

Saturday, March 2, 2019

Weaving - perseverance is the answer!

Well I took the plunge and ordered a small loom from Wingham Wool, which unsurprisingly enough is in Yorkshire.  There was a definite niggle to get back to weaving though to be quite honest I already have a larger Ashford loom but the setting up in this house would be impossible.  What provoked me was the colour yellow, it has been on my mind for a long time.  This shaft of sunlight has haunted me, palest lemon, but you can see the problem in the photo, you have to latch the winding stick to a surface, here it is the bookcase, when you warp....




Yellows; pale primroses, and evening primrose of course as well as these two below.  Coltsfoot and cowslips and so many more.
sweet smelling Ladies Bedstraw


Mullien   



Here is a rather beautiful loom I bought for pennies because someone had grown too old to use it....But it was far too complicated for me and so I gave it away.




To persevere; Persistence in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success.
‘his perseverance with the technique illustrates his single-mindedness’
‘medicine is a field which requires dedication and perseverance’

Friday, March 1, 2019

St.David's day

Saint David's last sermon, or so I have read.



"Gwnewch y pethau bychain mewn bywyd"


"Do the little things in life".

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Thursday 28th February

Eskdalemuir seen from afar


The day dawns, the lawn a silvered frost, the crows  in the copse assemble and chatter to each other, they will greet me later on with raucous noise when I go out to let the bantams out.
Next week is the carvery when a good part of the village assemble for a meal together.  Paul is trying to get a meeting together to address the problem of not having a chairman for our parish meeting.  A new arrival has offered to help and we are keen to get him to do the job.  But as the saying goes 'trying to herd kittens is an impossible job' a date cannot be arrived at.  Some people at the top end of the village do not talk to other people at the bottom! 

I wait in anticipation for the bed to be dug so that I can order plants, we also wait for a maybe visitor from Hawai, Chris, an old friend of Pauls' this weekend, the purveyor of Sake to London restaurants.

But as ever my mind has been ruminating (like a cow;) it has a lovely rolling sound ruminate).... see below

To get back to the subject, well it is about weaving, I have an Ashford Loom but it is large and warping is difficult in this house, though we do have a large table but it is always so full of stuff. what about  a small loom, 16 inches to be precise, just to play around with, all those coloured yarns I am thinking of doing, in other words just being creative.  There are many different looms on the market from  those great heavy looms down to little inkle ones, there are tapestry looms and Navajaro ones.  You can hold them with your foot or backstrap them.  Choice is difficult.

Tabor in comments mentions the header photograph, and my mind returns with ease to Eskdalemuir, I have never really explored Scotland much, the islands so vividly portrayed in the new Series of Shetland.  Eskdalemuir was fairly isolated a 15 mile journey to the nearest town, the landscape though was beautiful, except with one exception and that was the forestry plantations.  When the trees were cut they left the hills looking like trashed teeth it was an ugly sight.

I watch the artist that I had bought prints from on Facebook, as he creates more prints.  He recommended this blog, 'Working for Grouse'  An earlier essay is sad about the fate of curlews, who seem to be disappearing. I know that I did not hear any last year.  He blames it on predators, and I had a bit of a skirmish with Blanchard in emails about the killing of predators, and the hunting rights of landowners in Scotland!

to ruminate, or chew the cud if you are a goat!

think about, contemplateconsider, give thought to, give consideration to, mull over, meditate on, muse on, ponder on/over, deliberate about/on, cogitate about/on, dwell on, brood on/over, agonize over, worry about, chew over, puzzle over; 

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Wednesday 27th February

Saddleworth Moor catches fire once more on the 26th February;






Whether you are a climate denier or not, the wildfire over Saddleworth Moor in West Yorkshire is pretty scary.  End of February, warmest day on record yesterday and we are having fires over the moor burning the dry heather, we did not have much rain in January, so what will the summer look like?

The news is covering it but this warm weather in February is rather worrying - forget Brexit ;) - our Earth is beginning to rebel against us.  Perhaps we should take notice and stop quibbling in schools about what our children should be doing in their lesson, one lesson is obviously Climate Change.

Am I the only one who’s terrified about the warm weather?

Monday, February 25, 2019

Monday 25thJanuary

I do so love the skeletal aspect of winter trees

So foggy outside, this strange warm weather by day hits the cold of the night and we have fog.  Two police vans have just rushed by, so there is probably an accident somewhere.

Yesterday 'The Greenman' came to visit, okay he is a local gardener and looked at the job I want him to do.  Which is............... dig me out a bed by the church wall where the roses are, three feet wide, I should be able to plant lots of lavender and shasta daisies, and apparently he started 400 foxgloves last year so I have agreed to buy some. Quite exciting planning a new bed. The lavenders will be medium sized and hopefully the ones that smell strongly.  The person who came to coffee last week is also a gardener, and her son runs the warehourse for York Lavender a place I wasn't all that taken with but I will see what they have.

We have an old visitor to the garden, Jack the broken winged jackdaw, he hops around joining the bantams by their run and sunning himself on my cold frames. So another mouth to feed and protect.

There is talk of Third Energy (the fracking company) trying to take up their four licences in our area.  Now as we know they left Kirkby Misperton and took all their equipment away because the government did not think they were financially secure, especially as Barclays Bank had pulled out of backing them. So what is to be done? I know there is a landowners meeting at Castle Howard because one of our farmers is going.  It seems that no matter how much the people protest such things are forced through.

Fracking would presumably be much worse than the fact that the government is trying to get rid of wood burn stoves, probably succeeding in Scotland, all very strange ??

Here is a fracking song from the aging songsters of 'Seize the Day' at least its cheerful....






Saturday, February 23, 2019

Saturday and the robin is singing outside my window as I write


Carn Meini
The weather is warm, the teachers are 'out' to protest about teaching our children about climate change - all is well with the world, not really.  Lucy is sleeping noisily at my feet.

First the funeral that was so well attended by so many people, all I can say about it was that it was very affirmative. We sang songs and listened to eulogies and poems, Gerry and the Pacemakers - You Will Never Walk alone; Westlife - You Raise Me up; and perhaps most poignant of all Eric Clapton - You look Wonderful Tonight.  Rod had organised his own funeral service and this was his tribute to his much loved wife.  I think above all that it wasn't sad and knowing that Rod is buried so very near, I shall learn to say good night to him when I go to shut the bantams up as it gets dark. He lies towards the back of the grave yard overlooking the sheep's field and the old gate down to the river.

To other things, we had an email from our American friends that released a spate of emails. D in North Western France, S in Cornwall, all about Stonehenge and the Preseli Hills, and the first thing that comes to mind is Pat telling us about that old man who had dedicated his life to a memorial to the death of  10 American servicemen in the park near him in Sheffield when he was eight years old.

It sparked the memory of fragments of another plane  that crashed on the Preseli Hills.  This time the RAF, here on a bleak Welsh mountain, there is still a reminder of the second world war.








Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Wednesday 20th February

There are teardrops running down the windows, yes it is raining and they come to dig the grave today for someone from the village for the funeral tomorrow.  When you live next to a church yard you become part of the backcloth to the events that happen.
We talked to the widow yesterday over the wall, she had come to sweep the church porch so that the sound of the rustling leaves would not be heard during the service.  She looked so tired, the events of death piling up around her but soon she will be free of the worry. We will have some of the attendees cars in our driveway as well.  Yet, do not forget, that it was a merciful release for her husband, who sadly got let down by the NHS.
Perhaps one should not give expression to other people's grief, but these are the ceremonies that we have to go through in life.......

But now to photos of the 'sad' colours I have been achieving, shall I light them up with the zingy colours of orange and turquoise, or that lime green which shouts at you, or continue my theme of a broad band of yellow tones.

Iron and Weld
second dipping

Some Japanese bark, sappanwood? purply-brown
Through all this I have dyed without cream of tartar, which softens the wool.... It will probably end up a crocheted blanket, when I have spun more wool.

We always invite people to come round at 10 0 clock to join us for coffee, well yesterday someone did;) And we chatted for a couple of hours with A who is looking after a friend's house (they have gone to Australia) in the village and their dog.  She is a gardener, and funnily enough had an email from J in Australia about the elderly women who had tripped on the kerbstone, funny how news has to go round the world to arrive back on your own doorstep!

Monday, February 18, 2019

News item

I republish Monbiot article - how do you value your life against the life of your grand children??

Why older people must stand in solidarity with the youth climate strikes.
By George Monbiot, published in the Guardian 15th February 2019

The Youth Strike 4 Climate gives me more hope than I have felt in 30 years of campaigning. Before this week, I believed it was all over. I thought, given the indifference and hostility of those who govern us, and the passivity of most of my generation, that climate breakdown and ecological collapse were inevitable. Now, for the first time in years, I think we can turn them around.
My generation and the generations that went before have failed you. We failed to grasp the basic premise of intergenerational justice: that you cannot apply discount rates to human life. In other words, the life of someone who has not been born will be of no less value than the life of someone who already exists. We have lived as if your lives had no importance, as if any resource we encountered was ours and ours alone to use as we wished, regardless of the impact on future generations. In doing so, we created a cannibal economy: we ate your future to satisfy our greed.
It is true that the people of my generation are not equally to blame. Broadly speaking, ours is a society of altruists governed by psychopaths. We have allowed a tiny number of phenomenally rich people, and the destructive politicians they fund, to trash our life support systems. While some carry more blame than others, our failure to challenge the oligarchs who are sacking the Earth and to overthrow their illegitimate power, is a collective failure. Together, we have bequeathed you a world that – without drastic and decisive action – may soon become uninhabitable.
Every day at home, we tell you that if you make a mess you should clear it up. We tell you that you should take responsibility for your own lives. But we have failed to apply these principles to ourselves. We walk away from the mess we have made, in the hope that you might clear it up.
Some of us did try. We sought to inspire our own generations to do what you are doing. But on the whole we were met with frowns and shrugs. For years, many people of my age denied there was a problem. They denied that climate breakdown was happening. They denied that extinction was happening. They denied that the world’s living systems were collapsing.
They denied all this because accepting it meant questioning everything they believed to be good. If the science was right, their car could not be right. If the science was right, their foreign holiday could not be right. Economic growth, rising consumption, the entire system they had been brought up to believe was right had to be wrong. It was easier to pretend that the science was wrong and their lives were right than to accept that the science was right and their lives were wrong.
A few years ago, something shifted. Instead of denying the science, I heard the same people say “OK, it’s real. But now it’s too late to do anything about it.” Between their denial and their despair, there was not one moment at which they said “It is real, so we must act.” Their despair was another form of denial; another way of persuading themselves that they could carry on as before. If there was no point in acting, they had no need to challenge their deepest beliefs. Because of the denial, the selfishness, the short-termism of my generation, this is now the last chance we have.
The disasters I feared my grandchildren would see in their old age are happening already: insect populations collapsing, mass extinction, wildfires, droughts, heat waves, floods. This is the world we have bequeathed to you. Yours is among the first of the unborn generations we failed to consider as our consumption rocketed.
But those of us who have long been engaged in this struggle will not abandon you. You have issued a challenge to which we must rise, and we will stand in solidarity with you. Though we are old and you are young, we will be led by you. We owe you that, at least.
By combining your determination and our experience, we can build a movement big enough to overthrow the life-denying system that has brought us to the brink of disaster – and beyond. Together, we must demand a different way, a life-giving system that defends the natural world on which we all depend. A system that honours you, our children, and values equally the lives of those who are not born. Together, we will build a movement that must – and will – become irresistible.
www.monbiot.com




Sunday, February 17, 2019

Sunday - 17th February

Up early this morning as I made myself busy in the kitchen I watched the sun rise a warm red turning gently towards a lemon yellow and then disappearing into the low hanging grey cloud.   I had my dyepot out, I want soft 'saddened' colours, I just love that word sad to describe colours ;).  So for moss green, a soak in ferrous sulphate, or iron, and then Weld on the stove, the colour looks very sad! Dull greens, yellows and gold are what I am aiming for.  The next wool will be mordanted in the iron again and then turmeric chips.

There is a hint of the morning chorus in the air as the birds welcome this warmer weather, the blackbirds are the most vociferous, what a lovely noise to be greeted with.  The robin is normally the first tweeting away when he sees the kitchen lights go on.

A couple of days ago we had an 'accident' happen just outside the church wall, an elderly lady tripped over the kerb as she made her way to the church and hurt her face as she fell forward.  It is a dangerous blind bend and the kerbing has a double step.  I wrote an email on it all and it went round the village, hardly any answers, and I realise bureaucracy will also do little to help as well.  We have an impasse in the village, no Chairperson for the Parish Council meetings, which means we can't do anything until someone stands forward.  Our church has also given up services for the next two months, whether it is permanent or not I do not know, this is due mostly to lack of churchgoers but also because there is no churchwarden to carry out the business of services and functions. There is to be a funeral this week, we have offered our driveway for car parking, but it is a perennial problem this no parking spaces near the church.


This is something I read a few days back, it is by the late A.A.Gill, and is called a 'long read'.  Written in 2016 it is about Brexit.  You may not like it, myself I think it errs too much on the side of the 'remainers' but still.  Life should be a broad church.


https://joybileefarm.com/are-natural-dyes-safe-clearing-up-the-confusion-about-chemical-dyes-and-metal-mordants/

Friday, February 15, 2019

15th February

So what happened yesterday?  We went out for lunch at our favourite pub restaurant, Ben the manager was there and he chatted for ages until more people came in.  He is interested in the life of our village though he lives elsewhere and told us a tragic tale of the person who had owned one of the houses many years ago.  Which I will not tell here but that is how stories are kept alive.
Though it is of no consequence both of us always go with 'first starters' for the main meal, and a bowl of chips and a salad.  I had garlic mushrooms, left half the bread so that I could have a pudding afterwards.
Then we stopped at Daisy's garden centre and I bough compost and she gave me a tour of the small vegetable and fruit store that has been opened at the back, very proud of this new venture, refrigeration to be brought in soon for meat, so we are not likely to starve!  The Co-op is also buying a piece of land from Kia and we are to have a much larger store than the one we have now.  You can keep your upmarket Waitroses and Sainsbury, down here the Co-op rules;)
Wednesday was Gardening club, a very good turnout but the speaker   (growing vegetables in a small garden) unfortunately he hardly jelled with the audience.  He comes from that (is it?) dying brand of people who 'show' their enormous onions and leeks in hope of a prize.  I think there was a collective sigh of unhappiness at the photo of a tableful of pesticides, herbicides, slug pellets and disinfectants for the soil.  I have even written about it but decided not to get cross today!
Things seem to be on the move in our town, the vets have bought another large piece of land and they are building a very large building.
Ben had mentioned that he had worked at the 'Penny Bank' cafe in Kirkby it still exists, although I think it is only used as a 'green repair shop'.  So intrigued by the name I have looked it up, especially at the moment as we see the demise of the bank in the high street.
Well it originally traded as the Yorkshire Bank, turning later in 1872 to the Yorkshire Penny  Bank. Do read that link it is a fascinating history of banks as they gobbled each other up - and now look where we are!!!

A solitary iris reticulata appears from original 6 bulbs




Thursday, February 14, 2019

Experiment ;) Click on Valentine's Day






If it works for you then Happy Valentine's Day x

Courtesy of Jacquie Lawson

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

What the BBC does not show you

Climate Change





The polar bear video in Russia is perhaps a better video of what is happening, are these creatures starving as they rampage through the town?  But the above video is the beginnings of  another rebellion protest 'Extinction Rebellion' against a world that is too blind to understand that economic growth will be our undoing. 
The story of insect extinction will rollick through the news as well, let us see if our politicians have anything to say. As you may have gathered I love the natural world, the bees, especially bumble bee, moths and butterflies, the old dung beetle and those pretty 'frog hoppers' beetles, damselflies and dragon flies, even wasps they all have their place in nature, yet I am helpless to protect them.  As I cut down winter dead vegetation yesterday a ladybird stirred on the stem. the promise of spring breaking through the earth, waiting to happen what will it be like in 10 years?
How did we get here, a land that in the height of summer would have had insects buzzing around us in the heat?  Yesterday on the news were young people talking about how they were going to do something about it in the schools, there is an anger in the young in that we have brought the world to this state, that their future is at risk of starvation and catastrophic breakdown.
There are things in life you have to believe, London protests happen regularly the closing down of the bridges for this particular protest went part way towards its goal, the non-violent peaceful protest has a lot to say, except..............  it doesn't get to the politicians unfortunately and of course the news covers that B***** affair.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

How does a female define themselves?

Well Storm Eric has thrown rain at the windows, howled through the trees and whistled down the chimney all night.  Eric* for goodness sake, why not Thor, or Woden or even Lugh throwing their weathery anger at us....
I have been up early because of the storm, so watched the last of  The Victorian House of Arts and Craft,  enjoyable, and did not those poor modern craftsmen have to work hard over the four weeks.  Sometimes the article that won was not my choice and though I thought the weather vane beautiful, the silversmith knew her business, I was taken by the curtains designed for the drawing room, and the magazine was so authentic.
Also watched the programme featuring Angela Carter as well,  Winterson said something very revealing as well here.  It was to do with the 60s and not much good fiction coming from the era. Why not? well because the creativity was out on the street everywhere... think about it.
What do you make of the feminist movement? Angela Carter with all her four letter words, bold and dashing, but did she get anywhere?  Never read any of her books, they seemed vibrant splashes of fictional work, described almost like a painting.
Which brings me to another thing I have been listening to whilst making the coffee in the morning, Threads of Life - A History of the World through the eye of a needle Yesterday she talked of the 'Dinner Party' at the Brooklyn Museum


This takes a long read, again an expression of feminist angst, laid for 39 women, everything takes the shape of a vulva.  The place mats are exquisitely embroidered as well.....

The principal component of The Dinner Party is a massive ceremonial banquet arranged in the shape of an open triangle—a symbol of equality—measuring forty-eight feet on each side with a total of thirty-nine place settings. The “guests of honor” commemorated on the table are designated by means of intricately embroidered runners, each executed in a historically specific manner. Upon these are placed, for each setting, a gold ceramic chalice and utensils, a napkin with an embroidered edge, and a fourteen-inch china-painted plate with a central motif based on butterfly and vulvar forms. Each place setting is rendered in a style appropriate to the individual woman being honored.

Mary Wollstonecraft, Virginia Woolf, Boudicca and Elizabeth 1st are the British ones, as also is Bridget.

Anyway, the BBC occasionally does us proud in their more obscure programmes of past times and past people, and what a learning curve ;)what about Erik Bloodaxe?

* made a mistake there, actually called Erik, so 


Friday, February 8, 2019

Friday 8th February



Gloomy weather! but isn't it beautiful at the same time, the mist outlining the skeletal shapes of the trees?  This is the little copse at the back of the house, I love the graceful lines of the tree in the middle, think it is a larch.  Have always tried to capture the morning sun as the sun glows pink on the trunk.  Behind this little group of trees is the bank containing the river and for the first time looking out of Paul's study I noticed how high the water was. due to flooding, and so near to the garden.  Walking down to the bridge later on and the river had widened itself over the banks at least 8 foot higher, it must have been due to the rain overnight.
Yesterday Yodel arrived with a small bookcase from Cornwall, it is to sit on top of a cupboard in the kitchen, doesn't match of course, eclectic comes to mind, but I am happy with it, it gives a sense of homeliness to the kitchen with its jumbled array of tea cups.
Paul found his great gran's teaset out and I noticed it has scenes of a Chinese nature, did that spark his one great adventure in life of going off to Japan I wondered,  to live and work?
And a happy birthday wish to my eldest grandson, Tom, who was 25 years old yesterday.  ;) ;)




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