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My life in rural Suffolk. The wildlife around my home, the weather that affects what I do, my family and the people I meet.

High Summer Walk Part 1

06 Wed Aug 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Insects, plants, Rural Diary, walking, weather

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agrimony, bindweed, common knapweed, common ragwort, Gatekeeper butterfly, hoary plantain, hogweed, hop trefoil, oil-seed rape, peas, pineapple weed, ploughing, poppy, Ringlet butterfly, seagulls, silverweed, thatched barn, thrips, thunder-flies, walking

I had been shopping in Norwich with E two weeks ago and the weather had just changed for the better.  We had had a lot of very humid weather, with heavy rain and thunder and lightening.  We had had the usual accompaniment to humid weather of flying and swarming ants and thunder-flies.  These are tiny little thrips with feathery wings; a millimetre long and thread-thin.  They get everywhere – in your ears and eyes, up your nose, in your hair, crawling on your skin until you feel like screaming. They come in the house and die in heaps on every surface; they even get behind the glass in your picture frames.  And then, after a storm at the weekend, we woke on the Monday to fresh air, warm sunshine and a gentle breeze. As we were driving home I had such a longing to be out of doors, walking in the fields that instead of having lunch I found the camera and my hat and went off down the lane.  The verge at the side of our lane had just been cut but there were still a few flowers hanging on there.

001Bindweed

Beautiful pink and white bindweed.  The flowers are almond scented.

The harvesting had begun.

003Stubble field

Oil-seed rape stubble.

The stubble is almost a foot high and so hard and sharp like knives; it is almost impossible to walk through.

017View

You can see for miles from here

018View with UFO

There is a UFO in this shot. Is it a bird?  Is it a plane? No!  It’s…. you tell me!

004Ploughing

Ploughing had started in one of the fields.  Seagulls love to follow the plough as it turns up lots of worms and grubs.  Black-headed, herring and lesser black-backed gulls.

007Ringlet

A rather tired and tatty ringlet butterfly

012Agrimony 009Agrimony This is agrimony and there has been a lot of this about this year.  Apparently it has a scent reminiscent of apricots; I haven’t noticed this but then I don’t have a very good sense of smell – at least not for nice smells!  The ancients found this a very versatile plant as it was held to be a remedy against snake-bite, poor sight, loss of memory and liver complaints.

011Silverweed leaves

Silverweed leaves. Potentilla anserina

016Common Knapweed buds

Common Knapweed buds. These plants have been flowering for many weeks now; and for many to come if these buds are anything to go by.  Also known as Hardheads.

019Hogweed with insects

We have had lots of hogweed too

020Hoary plantain

Hoary plantain. This is an unusual plantain in that it produces a delicate scent which attracts bees and other insects.  All other British plantains are wind pollinated.

021Field of peas

A field of peas.

For many years, peas were grown everywhere in this part of Suffolk as there was a frozen food factory in Lowestoft on the coast.  We were all used to the enormous pea harvesters and the smell of burnt peas wafting on the air.  Then the factory was closed.  Many people were made redundant and the farmers here had to find a different crop to grow and had to sell their harvesters.  In recent years peas have started to be grown again.  Some farmers are working together as a collective, sharing harvesters and have found other customers for their peas.  This field is being left until the peas have dried.  I don’t know if the plants will just be dug into the soil as a source of nitrogen or if the plants are used for animal feed or the dried peas sold to a processing factory.  Perhaps someone can tell me. 027Poppies in the wheat Red is so difficult to photograph.  This photo looks as though I’ve done some careless ‘photoshopping’. 029Poppies in the wheat You will recognise this photo from my previous post.  This works better as the poppies take up more of the photo but they still don’t look ‘real’.

030Snail on a seedhead

A snail hiding in a hogweed seedhead

037Gatekeeper (f)

A female Gatekeeper butterfly

038Thatched barn

An enormous thatched barn

040Hop trefoil 041Hop Trefoil This is hop trefoil.  The stems are downy and the seed-heads are covered with dead petals making them look like hops.

There was a lot pink and yellow.


043Pineapple weed

Pineapple Mayweed

This smells of pineapple when crushed.

044Common ragwort

This is Common Ragwort, a poisonous plant and the food plant of the Cinnabar Moth caterpillar.

I will continue this walk in Part 2.

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Centenary of the start of World War I and Harvest

03 Sun Aug 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in churches, Rural Diary, Uncategorized

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combine harvester, dust, First World War, flies, Harvest, noise, requiem eucharist, St Michaels church, thankful village, WWI centenary

001Combining

It is that time of year again already.  We are surrounded by dust and the almost continuous noise of farm machinery.  Since our return from our holiday at the beginning of July the fields have been systematically stripped of their crop which has then been transported to silos or barns.

The first places to be worked on were the commons and strips of common land at the sides of the lanes.  All the grasses and seeded wild flowers, as well as a few plants just coming into flower, to my disappointment, were cut and baled up for hay.  The verges to the lanes were cut and the hedges and trees were cut back with great slashers.  The fields of oil-seed rape were harvested and then the barley.  And now the wheat fields, including the one at the back of our house.

003Combining

009Wheat

Good-bye, wheat!

058Combining

059Combining

060Combining

Once the fields are harvested the straw is baled and transported away to be stored, muck is spread on the fields and then they are ploughed.  With nowhere to live once the grain has been cut the flies are homeless – for a while – until they discover our house!  We have a choice; either keep the windows and doors shut and boil or open them and let the flies in.  We have a rudimentary fly-screen on the conservatory door but none anywhere else.  Netting can be attached to windows but that makes opening and shutting them difficult and the rooms gloomy.  Houses in this country do not come with proper fly-screens on doors or windows as a matter of course and I wish they did.

This now brings me to the centenary of the start of the First World War.  That mowing down of men and the harvest of souls.

Today, the 3rd of August, R and I attended a Requiem Eucharist at St Michael’s church to mark the centenary of the outbreak of the Great War.  I will quote the introductory address made by our rector this morning.  He wishes me to point out that his point of reference for the general facts and figures was a speech made by the Prime Minister recently.  The East Anglian information was from his own research.

‘One hundred years ago, on 3rd August 1914, the Foreign Secretary, Sir Edward Grey, explained to the House of Commons why Britain was obliged to go to war with Germany.  His speech, with its heavy heart and its clear argument, was greatly admired.  Then he returned to the Foreign Office, and worked til dusk.  He looked up from his desk and saw the man lighting the gas lamps in St James’s Park below.  “The lamps are going out all over Europe,” Grey said to his companion, “We shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.”  At 11.00 p.m. the following day Britain declared war on Germany.

When they set out, with the blessings of their respective Churches, none of the armies had any idea of the length and scale of the trauma that was going to enfold.  For many, going off to war was a rite of passage, and in East Anglia “patriotism” was low on the list of reasons for the boys and men to leave their villages.  Agriculture was going through a deep depression that had been set in motion at the start of the century by endless rain and huge grain imports form the prairie farms of North America and Canada.  Many people had already fled to the towns to seek work, and consequently family farms had collapsed and fields were empty.  To those who remained, the War offered a golden opportunity to get off the hated land.  And so they enlisted in a state of excitement.  They would now eat better and have access to free medical care, and many thought they’d be home by Christmas, anyway.

Four months later, one million had died in the heavy artillery battles that presaged the digging of the trenches.  Four years later, the death toll of military and civilians stood at over 16 million, nearly 1 million of them Britons.  20,000 were killed on one day of the Battle of the Somme.  The death and the suffering was on a scale that outstrips any other conflict, and for evidence of that we only have to look at the Great War memorials in our villages, our churches, our railway stations, schools and universities.

Out of more than 14,000 parishes in the whole of England and Wales, there are only 51 so-called ‘thankful parishes’, which saw all their soldiers return.  Every single community in Scotland and Northern Ireland lost someone, and the death toll for Commonwealth personnel was similarly catastrophic.  The then Indian empire lost more than 70,000 people; Canada lost more than 60,000, so did Australia; New Zealand lost 18,000.  And as part of the UK at the time, more than 200,000 Irishmen served in the British forces during the war, with more than 27,000 losing their lives.

This was the extraordinary sacrifice of a generation, and it is right that we should remember them.’

Last year a couple of men journeyed around England and Wales on their motorbikes, visiting all the Thankful villages.  They contacted the Rector to let him know of their intention of visiting the church of St Michael and the date when we were to expect them.  They kindly had a slate plaque made for all the villages they visited and today this was unveiled during the service.  One of the bikers attended the service along with the local Councillor and the descendants of two of the returning soldiers.  All of the parishes in our Benefice were represented at the service and there were so many in the church there was standing room only.

001St Michael's slate plaque

The new slate plaque

As the plaque was unveiled by Dolly, who is one of the church wardens at St Michael and also a descendant of two of the people on the Roll of Honour, the biker who had presented the plaque  Councillor Colin Law read a poem by Anthony Devanny.

We are indeed the lucky and unlucky ones,

As we are the ones who have lived

to tell the tales of those we once knew

We are the ones who carry those scars

of things seen, done and lost

We are the ones who must never let those who are not here

be forgotten by the new

 

We are the ones who will never need to be reminded

that “We will Remember Them”

as we are the ones who will always remember

those we forever call friend

The Rector had also compiled Roll of Honour folders for all the parishes in his benefice, detailing all that can be discovered about the men who died and all that can be found out about the men who returned to St Michael’s.  After all the parish representatives had collected their folders, together we all quoted the poem by John McCrae.

We are the Dead.  Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

The whole service was very moving and I was so glad to have been there and to have taken part in it.

008The congregation
007The congregation
004The congregation
005The congregation
006The congregation
002The congregation
003The congregation

Photos of the guests and congregation chatting over coffee and biscuits after the service.  We also sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to the Rector and wished him many happy returns for which he excommunicated us.  But not really.  I hope!

We said cheerio to the biker outside and admired his bike.

010The car park

 

The field next to the church had been borrowed to use as a car park.


It was definitely needed!

 

 

 

029Poppies in the wheat

 

   We will remember them

 

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Red is the Colour

03 Sun Aug 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Gardening, plants, Rural Diary, Uncategorized

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I have noticed that there is beginning to be quite a lot of red in the garden.  This post is a collection of photos taken in the last couple of weeks.

041Harry Baker crabapples

‘Harry Baker’ crabapples

001Acer leaves

Acer leaves

008Lords and Ladies berries

Cuckoo Pint or Lords and Ladies berries

009Greenbottle on unripe blackberry

Greenbottle on unripe blackberry

012Pheasantberry flowers

Bracts on Leycesteria or Pheasant Berry bush

018Stargazer lily

‘Stargazer’ lily

020Hydrangea flower

Hydrangea flower-head

004Desirée potatoes

Desirée potatoes

002Pink water lily

Pink water lily

 

008Pink Herb Robert leaves

Pink Herb Robert leaves

013Red dock seeds

Dock seedhead

018Haws

Ripening haws

020Brambles

Ripening brambles

024Marshmallow

Marshmallow flower

014New red hawthorn leaves

New Hawthorn leaves

029New holly leaves

New Holly leaves

030Saturne

Saturne apple

031Biffin

Norfolk Biffin apple

064Tiny robin's pincushion

Tiny Robin’s Pincushion on wild rose

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Bookshops in the City

01 Fri Aug 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Rural Diary, Uncategorized

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Edith Cavell statue, Garrick Theatre, Henry Irving statue, Trafalgar Square

beckmap1I took E to London today as she wanted to visit a couple of bookshops.  Not that we don’t have bookshops in Suffolk and Norfolk but a trip to London is fun every now and then and the bookshops there are so big and well stocked.

 

We didn’t want to spend too long in the city and we wanted to avoid the expensive rush-hour so we set off from Diss just after 9 a.m. and planned to get the 3.30 p.m. train home.  Not a lot of time in London when the journey from Diss to London Liverpool Street takes nearly two hours  A trip to London is very expensive so we only seem to make it once a year.  Parking at the station car park for the day costs £5.50 and the train tickets for the two of us cost over £100.  We then have to consider buying something for lunch and then the books…. 

We took the Underground Central Line to Tottenham Court Road station and walked down Oxford Street.  I grew up in a town just south-east of London and worked in London for some years and Oxford Street then was a really good place to shop and looked good.  Now it just looks tired and seedy, full of Bureau de Changes and old tat shops.  There was some building work going on so maybe things will improve soon but I just feel sorry for visitors who have heard of the place imagining it to be a shopping mecca and so arrive there and are disappointed.  Regent Street is much better and well worth a visit – as long as you have plenty of money!

The first shop E wanted to visit was Gosh; a bookshop that specialises in graphic novels, comic books, manga, illustrated books of all sorts.  It is in Berwick Street in between Oxford Street and Wardour Street.  She was in seventh heaven wandering about the shop and found a number of books to buy.  She wants to be a book illustrator and draws all day.

When she had finished in there we walked back to Tottenham Court Road and tried to turn down Charing Cross Road.  The work on the new Cross Rail Link is going on in the centre of town and the top of Charing Cross Road is blocked off.  At least I think the work on the Link is the cause.  We were directed round the building site and almost immediately found our second bookshop.  Charing Cross Road is full of bookshops.  I remember when there were even more – second-hand bookshops with heaps of books oozing out of the doors and lying in heaps on trestle tables on the pavement outside; speciality bookshops with maps or biographies or art or music books.  Just off Charing Cross Road were all the music shops selling music and all sorts of instruments.  Are they still all there?  I don’t know, as London looks so different now.  The shop we were aiming for is Foyles which has just moved to its new location next-door to where it used to be.  The new shop is wonderful with lots of pine shelves and glass and shallow-stepped staircases and lifts that glide up and down and a cafe with views out of windows.  The old shop was good too and E was looking forward to re-visiting it.  I also remember the shop when Miss Foyle was still in charge.  Lots of dark-wood shelves and creaking floorboards and cashiers in wooden cupboard-like offices.  Stairs that climbed up and up to dusty rooms full of tomes – wonderful!  We spent a while and a few pounds in Foyles and then decided to have some lunch.  We found an Italian Restaurant in Shaftsbury Avenue and E had a pizza and I had a pasta dish.  Now that we had done what we had intended and had an hour and a half to spare before our train we decided to walk down to the river and find a quiet and shady spot to sit awhile.

I thought that now was the time to get my camera out and take a few pictures to prove that we had visited London.  My only difficulty was getting a photo without a van or a bus getting in the way.

001Garrick Theatre & traffic

Behind the bus is the Garrick Theatre. There is a variety of transport in London as you can see. I even managed to get a black cab in the photo.

002Statue of Henry Irving

The statue of Henry Irving, the great Victorian actor

004Statue of Edith Cavell

Monument with Edith Cavell’s statue. She was a nurse who was accused of being a spy by the Germans during the First World War and was shot by them. There is a statue of her outside Norwich Cathedral too

005Trafalgar Square

Trafalgar Square with Nelson’s Column

006Canada House

Oh look! Canada House has the decorators in

We had walked down Charing Cross Road, past St Martin’s in the Field church and into Trafalgar Square.  We then turned into The Strand and walked towards Charing Cross station.  Just before the station is Craven Street and we turned down there.

007Benjamin Franklin's House

As you can see, this is Benjamin Franklin’s house

009Benjamin Franklin plaque

010Heine plaque

A couple of doors down is Heinrich Heine’s house

011Crossing the Thames

We reached the Embankment and walked half-way across the footbridge that crosses the Thames.

012London Eye

The London Eye

014Swing boat

This is part of a funfair on the South Bank

015Houses of Parliament

The Houses of Parliament

017River Thames

The River Thames with Westminster Bridge

We returned to the Embankment and went and sat in the Gardens for a short while.

018Whitehall Gardens

019Statue in Whitehall Gardens

The gardens were peaceful, green and shady and had a number of statues in them.  We enjoyed our rest and then took the Circle Line on the Underground from Embankment back to Liverpool Street.  Our train back home left on time and we were home just before 6 p.m.

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Orford Castle

30 Wed Jul 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Rural Diary, Uncategorized

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bailey, curtain wall, Hugh Bigod, keep, King Henry II, medieval, Orford, Orford Castle, Orford Ness, Orford Quay

It was a beautiful day on Saturday so R, E and I decided we would like to go out for the afternoon.  We would have liked to go to the beach but at this time of the year the beaches are very busy and the car-parks full so we decided to visit Orford.  We hadn’t been there for years and we couldn’t remember having been there in warm weather before.  It takes about forty minutes to get to Orford from our house and we first travel south on the A12 towards Ipswich, the county town of Suffolk.  We then turn off eastwards and drive past Snape where I took my mother last month.

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A map of part of Suffolk showing Orford (bottom right) and not showing north Suffolk where I live

I always think I am going to get lost and am always surprised when I don’t.  I was surprised to find I got to Orford with no trouble at all and I even managed to squeeze the car into the last space in the car park. The castle is very impressive.

148Castle

Orford Castle

Acknowledgements to the English Heritage guide book. The castle was built by King Henry II who reigned from 1154-89 and it took about eight years to build, 1165-73.  Though a formidable king, he had almost constant trouble from rebellious barons, his problematical family and his one-time friend, Thomas Becket. The castle was built to proclaim his authority to the barons of East Anglia, especially Hugh Bigod, Earl of Suffolk and to protect the coast from foreign attack.  It is a grand domestic residence as well as a defensive structure.  The castle has a unique design and amazingly the building accounts for the whole period of its construction still survive.  When the castle had been built, a new church, a new street plan and improved port facilities in the surrounding village followed on. Almost as soon as the castle was completed it helped defeat a rebellion by the united forces of Henry’s wife, Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine and their three sons, the French king and Earl Bigod.   Orford was to remain an important royal castle for another 150 years and was controlled by the king’s constable.  It served as a military stronghold and a centre of local administration. I am fascinated by this period in history.  I remember going to see the 1968 film ‘The Lion in Winter’ when it was re-shown in cinemas in the 70’s; a film based on the Broadway play by James Goldman.  The film is full of brilliant actors – Peter O’Toole, Katharine Hepburn, Anthony Hopkins, John Castle, Nigel Terry, Timothy Dalton – and at the time I thought all the men so good looking – a feast for the eyes! Poor old chaps they are now, but then I’m no spring chicken myself!

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Orford Castle and village by Henry Bright 1856

The keep of the castle survives to its full height and can be seen from afar.  It is cylindrical within and polygonal without and has three buttresses.



As you can see from the photos above the castle is very bulky and angular.  The top left photo is of the earthworks round the castle.  The part of the castle that remains is the keep.  Immediately surrounding the keep is the bailey (a courtyard) and round the bailey was a curtain wall.  The curtain wall was the last to be built and probably had six projecting towers and a gateway.  An outer ditch lay some distance in front of the wall (perhaps the bailey was originally intended to be larger).  The deep ditches that can be seen close to the keep nowadays are probably the result of the demolition of the curtain wall and the quarrying of its stone for re-use elsewhere.  The last fragment of the curtain wall collapsed in 1841 ‘with a tremendous crash’.

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This is a water colour painting of the castle by John Norden c. 1600 before the loss of the outer walls and towers

ORFORD-CASTLE-in-SUFFOLK-by-Noble-Hogg-c-1786

This was drawn by Noble/Hogg in c. 1786 which shows how much of the curtain wall had been destroyed during the preceding 180 years

The keep contains two circular halls, one above the other and each hall has its own two storey suite of rooms arranged within the turrets and the thickness of the walls.  The hall windows are quite large but the rooms in the turrets have only slit windows.  Underneath the lower hall within the sloping plinth is a basement for storage with a well, the water of which was probably rather salty.

032Window alcove

Window alcove in the Lower Hall

Notice the wear on the step up into the alcove.  This was the way to the kitchen and you can imagine all the kitchen scullions carrying countless dishes of meat and jugs of wine and beer into the hall over this step.

033Slit window with view

A slit window

The Lower Hall has a large fire place.

031Lower Hall fireplace

Notice the stone bench which encircles the hall

The kitchen has two small fireplaces and a stone sink which would have been adequate for cooking for the small number of people who were the normal residents of the castle.  When there was  major feast with many guests there was probably a larger kitchen outside in the bailey and this kitchen would have been used for heating food.  If the castle was under attack then this kitchen would have been essential.

034Stone sink with drainage hole kitchen

Stone sink with drainage hole to the outside just visible behind the pot

The next picture is of something that always fascinated our daughters when they were little.

036Double latrine

A double latrine

There had been a short wall between the latrines but this was removed for some unknown reason during the Second World War when the castle was requisitioned by the government and a radar observation post was built on top of the south turret.  The latrines are in a garderobe, a cloakroom, and possibly ammonia given off by the latrine may have helped to protect any robes stored there from insect attack.


A selection of passageways. The constable’s chamber is accessed from the Lower Hall and is up a spiral staircase from one of the alcoves and along a passage in the north turret.  For some reason we didn’t go up there so no photo.  There is another chamber for middle-ranking guests off the Lower Hall.  The main doorway to the main stair which fills the south turret and connects all levels of the keep from the basement to the roof is also accessed form the Lower Hall.

116Stairs down

Looking down the stairs

Like most stairs in castles, this one rises clockwise, giving a right-handed defender space to wield his sword while hindering an attacker coming from below. We then went up to the chapel and chaplain’s room which is, like the constable’s room, half way up the keep between the Lower Hall and the Upper Hall.

050The chapel

The chapel with the altar to the left

You can also see E’s elbow on the right.  This is the most richly decorated area in the keep. 051Decoration at top of colomn There is a squint to the left of the altar that allowed people to hear divine service from the passage.

053Squint

The squint

The chaplain’s room is further along the passage.  Beyond his room he had his own latrine and a store-cupboard for his clothes and books.

055Chaplain's chamber

Chaplain’s room with archway through to his cupboard and latrine

We then went up to the Upper Hall which is now holding the Orford Museum.

060Large table in Upper Hall

The Upper Hall

This would have been much more richly decorated than the hall below as this was where the most important visitors stayed, even the king himself.  The original form of the roof was a high conical or domed construction supported by thirteen projecting stone corbels around the walls.  Whoever designed this roof for Henry was highly educated, and by designing it to look like roofs in palaces in Byzantium he was associating the king with the great monarchs of antiquity.  The roof rotted and decayed away through the 17th and 18th centuries. An alcove off the Upper Hall leads to another kitchen for heating food prepared elsewhere.

084Drain in kitchen

Floor-level drain in the upper kitchen

085Fireplace

Single round-arched fireplace in the upper kitchen

This room could also double as a washroom where visitors could bathe in comfort with water heated by the fire and then afterwards poured down the drain.  There is a sleeping chamber intended for grand visitors easily reached from the Upper Hall.  It also had its own latrine with two doors to keep odours at bay.  In another alcove there are a pair of large cupboards facing each other for the safekeeping of valuables and clothes.  There is evidence that there were large doors to these cupboards. Going further up the stairs we found another passageway leading to a lost gallery.

094View down from lost gallery to hall

Looking down into the Upper Hall from the end of the lost gallery

095View across to gallery's other door

Looking across to a doorway that the gallery would have joined

There is also a cistern on this upper level lined with finely dressed stone.  Rainwater was collected from the roofs and stored in this cistern and then distributed to other rooms through a system of pipes.

093Cistern

The cistern

We then went onto the roof where there is a bakery and also the reinforced concrete platform, erected during the Second World War, which was originally used as a gun platform but then adapted as a radar observation post.  The flat roof is modern with the turrets rising still higher.  The medieval conical roof would have kept below the level of the surrounding parapet, both now destroyed.  The tops of the turrets would have served as fighting platforms and watchtowers and were originally reached by ladders.

101Turret

A turret

110B C with 2nd firing chamber

Baking chamber in the bakery with a second firing chamber to the left

This is the view we saw from the top of the keep. 097View 098View 103View

105Top of castle

A small portion of the battlements is still there

113View down

Looking down to the ground from the top of the keep

112View of pagoda

This view includes one of the ‘pagodas’ on Orford Ness

Orford Ness is a long shingle spit now owned by the National Trust.  For many years the Ness was owned by the Ministry of Defence who began work there during the First World War finding out how to use an aeroplane as a weapon.  After WW1 it became a ballistics testing facility and work was done using radio beacons resulting in the birth of the radar.  Ballistics testing continued during WW2 and the Ness was used to improve aircraft and munitions design.  After the war lethality and vulnerability trials continued and work on aerodynamics of ammunition.  Ballistics testing continued and extended to include rockets with jets fired from almost no altitude into King’s Marsh.  Later Orford Ness hosted one of its largest secrets – the huge Cobra Mist radar project.  At the height of the Cold War the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment used the Ness for development work on the atomic bomb. This continued all through the 1960’s and the ominous, half-buried concrete structures known as ‘pagodas’ were built to contain these most lethal of weapons.  From the 1970’s the Ness was home to RAF Explosive Ordnance Disposal and large quantities of munitions were destroyed here which was often very noisy.  The last service personnel left in 1987 and the Ness remained officially closed to the public with occasional trials of new equipment.  The MoD sold the Ness to the National Trust in 1993.  In the late 1970’s and early 1980’s the site and buildings were re-used for the Orfordness Transmitting Station.  The powerful medium wave radio station was originally owned and run by the Foreign Office, then by the BBC and then, after privatization in the 1990’s by a series of private companies.  It is best known for transmitting the BBC World Service in English round the clock to continental Europe from September 1982 until March 2011.  It has been disused since May 2012.  Access is only available by the National Trust ferry from Orford Quay on designated open days.  The importance of the landscape of the spit and the wildlife it supports had become apparent by the time the National Trust took over the Ness.  It cares for the internationally rare and extremely fragile coastal vegetated shingle as well as the historically important military buildings.  Acknowledgements to the National Trust web page on Orford Ness for this information. We then left the castle and walked through the village to the Quay passing by lots of attractive cottages on the way. 125Cottages 126Pub 138Cottages 139Cottages 141The Old Friary 142Thatched roof 143Chantry Farm 144Cottages We spent an enjoyable hour at the Quay watching people, boats, dogs and seagulls. 127Quay 128Herring gull on lamp 129Boats 135Girl crabbing129Boats We bought fish and chips for our tea on the way home, so no cooking for me either – hooray!

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Peak District Holiday 1st to 9th July. Days 1 and 2.

28 Mon Jul 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Rural Diary, Uncategorized

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Buxton, camping, caravanning, Chinley, Duke of Devonshire, Flash, holiday, Huntingdon, Pavilion, Pavilion Gardens, Peak District National Park, River Great Ouse, River Wye, Roman, scout camps, Sheffield, spa town, Staffordshire Moorland, Stffordshire, Testament of Youth, The Crescent, Vera Brittain, war memorial, warm springs

When I was young and living at home with my parents, our summer holidays were camping holidays spent in the UK.  I became fairly well travelled in England, Scotland and Wales.  We never went to Northern Ireland because not only was the cost of the cross-channel ferry prohibitive and the journey was too far for the five of us travelling in a small car from Kent, but Northern Ireland was not a safe place to go during the 1960s and 70s.

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This is not my family but we had a tent very much like this one

 Not only did we go on family camping holidays but we also went on scout camps because my father was a Scout Master for many years.  I didn’t like scout camps as I was very shy and a little frightened of all the big, noisy boys but my younger brother and sister loved them and wanted to join in all the fun and were upset when they weren’t allowed.  Mum was in charge of the first aid.

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This is an image I got by googling. Scout camps were just like this.

R’s family holidays were in bed and breakfast hotels as his mother refused to go camping, having had enough of it in the Girl Guides.  He was a Scout and enjoyed going off on scout camps and grew to love the hills, mountains, moors and rivers in the North of England.  He eventually became a Scout Leader himself with his own scout troop.

I had camped a couple of times since leaving home and before marrying Richard so we did consider getting a tent.  Eventually, after holidaying in rented cottages for a couple of years we decided to get a caravan instead.  Our daughter E had just been born and we thought a caravan holiday would be easier to cope with than camping.  Camping and caravanning holidays have their drawbacks but we have always enjoyed the freedom they bring.

R and I have just bought a new caravan.  Our two previous ones had been second-hand and this is our first brand new one.  We are very pleased with it and hope to be able to go away in it very often.  That is not to say that we won’t be going to hotels and holiday cottages again, we will, especially as E hates caravanning now she is older.

I find getting ready for holidays quite exhausting.  Having a new van made things a little easier as we didn’t need to clean and service it, but making sure the house and garden are left clean and tidy before we go, making sure Mum has everything she needs for the time we are away and trying to remember to pack all we need for the holiday was tiring enough.

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 I decided to stop feeding the birds just before we left.  While I had been in Sheffield during the week before, something had killed one of the three ducklings that were living in the garden.  Also, a couple of days before we left, I was admiring a little bird looking for insects in the window box outside my kitchen window, when a kestrel plummeted out of the sky and caught it just in front of me.  I felt that the feeders were making the birds I wished to feed more vulnerable to birds of prey and also to the cats in the neighbourhood.  I had been having a lot of trouble from the local squirrels too.  They had wrecked a few feeders and had been eating so much of the bird food as well.  They had become very bold and one had tried to attack me when I attempted to shoo it away from the ground feeder.  I wished to discourage this and a period of no food might be good for all concerned.

We all set off in good time on the morning of the 1st July but at Huntingdon we got stuck in a traffic jam for an hour and a quarter because of an over-turned lorry.

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This is the view from the car while we were on the stationary A14.  The river is the Great Ouse.  We were sent on another diversion to avoid another accident involving a lorry when we were only half an hour away from our destination so the journey was very long and tedious.  For the last few years we have stayed in the Staffordshire Moorlands right on the edge of the Peak District National Park.  The site is at Blackshaw Moor, just to the north of the town of Leek.

   A had kindly offered to look after E for the week, so as soon as we had found our caravan site and pitched the caravan we set off again to the nearest railway station on the line to Sheffield.  While E and I and her enormous, weighty suitcase took the train to Sheffield, R found a supermarket and bought supplies for the week.  He then waited and waited for my return.  I meanwhile, got to Sheffield and we found A waiting for us at the station.  I handed over E, the suitcase and a quantity of money and then found them something to eat.  I decided to get myself a sandwich as the next train back to Chinley, the station where R was waiting, didn’t go for another hour.  I eventually got back to R just after 9p.m.  We drove the 25 or so miles back to our caravan, unpacked the car, collected the water and plugged the electric cable in and our holiday had begun. 

The following day, after a very leisurely breakfast and a restful morning, we put the awning to the caravan up.  The awning (a tent-like porch attached to the caravan) is not a large one but we find it useful for hanging coats and towels and keeping shoes and rucksacks etc.  We sometimes sit out there and we have used the awning for dining in the past when all four of us were together or when we have had visitors.

That afternoon we visited Buxton, about half an hour’s drive away across beautiful moorland.  The views from the road are outstanding especially on a fine day.  One of the villages we pass on the road is called Flash which is reputedly the highest village in the Peak District.  It is 461m /1514′ above sea level and is often snowbound in the winter.  it was once a hideout for footpads, highwaymen and counterfeiters and prize fights took place there even after it was made illegal.

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The village of Flash, courtesy of google images

Buxton is the highest town of its size in England at 300m/984′ above sea level and has been occupied continuously since Roman times.

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Buxton Thermal Baths – google image

The Romans were attracted by the warm springs which emerge near the River Wye and are a constant 28 degrees C.  They built baths here and these springs have been very important to the town ever since.  The spring at St Ann’s Well was probably a place of pilgrimage since the Middle Ages and by Tudor times it had been established as a spa.

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St Ann’s Well – google image

The great period of Buxton as a spa began when the 5th Duke of Devonshire started the construction of the Crescent in 1780.  The building took ten years to build and cost £38000, a fabulous sum in those days.  It was sited alongside the site of St Ann’s Well.  From then until the 20th century many fine buildings and hotels were constructed in Buxton.  In 1851-53 a new set of thermal baths were built and in 1863 the railway arrived in the town which made the spa much more accessible.  The Opera House and the Pavilion Gardens were built.  Vera Brittain, who wrote ‘Testament of Youth’, her book about her life during the First World War, grew up in Buxton.  The main industry of the town from the 19th century to the present day is limestone quarrying.  The spa declined in popularity after the Second World War but since the 1980’s when the Opera House was re-opened the town has started to come alive again.  The annual Opera Festival was established and the University of Derby moved into the former Devonshire Royal Hospital building.  There is work going on now to re-open the spa and the Crescent.  For the past couple of times we have visited the town we haven’t been able to see the Crescent because of the hoardings in front of it. 

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This is what the Crescent looked like the last time we saw it – google image

The reason why there are so many google images in this post is because we forgot to take our cameras out with us.  R was able to take a couple of pictures with his phone and these I will include now.

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The Pavilion

We did some shopping for things R couldn’t get the night before and then walked up to the Pavilion, looked at the plants in the glasshouse and had coffee/tea in the café.  We walked about the Gardens and then walked back down to the town past the War Memorial.

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View of Buxton from the War Memorial

The day, which had started bright and breezy, became cloudy and very humid during the afternoon.  We returned to our caravan and rested for the rest of the day as we were still very tired from our exertions of the day before.

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A Suffolk Garden in July – Cultivated Flowers, Fruit and Vegetables

25 Fri Jul 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Gardening, plants, Rural Diary, trees, Uncategorized

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Asian lily, begonia, blackberries, borage, college acceptance, dahlia, English mace, erodium chrysanthemum, fennel, fruit trees, fuchsia, hydrangea, mint, morning glory, peas, rose, runner beans, sempervivum, untidy garden, water lily

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We returned on 9th July from our short holiday to find a very over-grown garden.  I must admit to loving the green lushness of the garden when it hasn’t been tended lately.  There is so much to be seen – wild flowers (or weeds if you prefer), insects, birds and wild animals have had the place to themselves for a while and have made themselves comfortably at home.

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As soon as I could, I went out for a quick tour of the garden.  There had been a lot of wind and rain so the garden flowers were a little battered.  R’s dahlias had grown very tall during our absence and a couple had lost a stem or two.  R quickly did some tidying up and we admired the blooms on plants, some of which were already over five foot tall.




The runner beans were doing very well and we were able to start harvesting them a few days later.  I read fairly recently that when runner beans were first introduced to this country it was as ornamental plants; no-one thought to eat the beans themselves for some time.  Many people say they don’t like runner beans but I am sure this is because they have eaten old and woody beans, and I don’t blame them!  Horrible!  The beans have to be picked before they get too big and should be eaten straight away.  Our first beans were very juicy but didn’t have much flavour, probably because we hadn’t had much sunshine.  The ones we have eaten most recently which have had the benefit of a little sunshine have tasted much better.  


The peas were ready to pick too and were the best peas we had tasted in a long time.  They have all been eaten now!


Because of the rain, the mint had grown very well.

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Variegated apple mint

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This is a lovely mint grown from a rooted cutting Mum gave me. She has always had it in her garden and doesn’t know what type it is.

Just before we went away the blackberries had started to ripen.  We picked a few and took them away with us and delicious they were too.

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Unfortunately, while we were away quite a few were lost to the bad weather, birds, mice, wasps etc.  They have only recently started cropping again and they are soooo good!

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This is English Mace, achillea ageratum, and as you can see it is a member of the same family as Yarrow.  The leaves actually do taste mildly of mace, the outside shell of nutmeg.  The leaves can be made into a tea or just added as they are to culinary dishes.043Feverfew

This is feverfew, another one of my herbs.  I bought one small plant a number of years ago and its seeds have spread all over the garden.  This one I found growing in a crack in the path.  The insects love it especially black-fly so it is useful as a companion plant attracting good insects and also keeping black-fly off broad beans etc.  

Feverfew is a febrifuge; it induces perspiration which lowers the temperature in fevers.  It is a useful herb to use during childbirth as it regulates contractions and recently has been found as an effective remedy for headaches and migraine.  A tincture can be made from the leaves and then applied locally to relieve the pain and irritation of insect bites.  The tincture can be made into a lotion by adding it to distilled water.  This can be applied to the body as protection against attack by flying insects.  A wonder-herb!  It does smell a bit odd though!

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My bronze fennel I have already spoken about in a previous post.  I love the aniseed smell which pervades the front of the house on rather damp evenings.  It is a useful flavouring herb for use in cooking but also the seeds can be eaten to ease indigestion and disperse wind/gas etc.  Usually fennel grows to a height of about 4ft but the one growing at the front of the house is over 6ft tall.

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I found this self-seeded borage plant near the hedge

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A shiny white water lily

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Purple Morning Glory

I had such difficulty getting the original seeds to germinate in a heated seed-tray as recommended on the seed packet.  If I had known that I would still be benefitting from self-seeded plants seven years later I wouldn’t have worried and just chucked the lot out on the gravel round the garage.  The seeds survive through extremely cold winters with rain, ice and snow.  Admittedly I planted the first young plants up against the house and in very well-drained soil.

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This Hydrangea has a strong pink colour

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A newly purchased fuchsia was doing very well.

All our fuchsias died in the severe winter of 2012-13.  After a year without them I felt the need of another plant.  This is one I have had before.  It is fairly hardy and it is easy to take cuttings from.

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I didn’t think I liked begonias until E bought me this one last year.

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A new Asian lily was flowering

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Some beautiful deep-red roses were flowering in R’s border

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Pretty pink and green flowers of the sempervivum or houseleek were already past their best

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The delicate flowers of erodium chrysanthemum were just beginning to flower

All the fruit trees, the apples, crab-apples, pear, damson and hazelnut were doing very well and the fruits were swelling.  We hadn’t lost many in the June drop.

We were all very pleased on our return to get a letter telling E that she had been accepted at City College Norwich and would be starting there in September.  She is so relieved and believes she will be getting her life back again now.  We sincerely hope and pray she will.

 

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My Daughter

24 Thu Jul 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Rural Diary, Uncategorized

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It is my eldest daughter A’s twenty-ninth birthday today.  I am finding it very difficult to believe that she is twenty-nine already.  Like most parents, I remember the highs and lows of her life so clearly that they seem like yesterday.  I remember her at the age of four at the beach with me and my ex-husband and his mum – Nan.  Nan was with A and they were standing at the water’s edge looking out to sea.  Nan was pointing things out to A and remarking on the size of the sea.  ‘I wonder what is beyond the horizon?’ asked Nan.  ‘I wonder where we’d find ourselves if we sailed over there?’   ‘Belgium’ said A.   And she was right.  One of the few times that A was aware of her surroundings and not off in a dream.

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She has always wanted to be a writer and I truly hope she will get her stories published some day.  She worked hard at school despite being very unhappy –  both my daughters were victims of bullying.  She got her GCSEs and A levels and even stayed on for a third year in the 6th form to get extra qualifications.  She went to Royal Holloway, London University and got a BA and then an MA in English.  She attended a RADA (Royal Academy of Dramatic Art) summer school after getting her BA and did very well.  She had hoped to go to Drama School but became disillusioned by the attitude of the auditioners.  She was told by one school that they wouldn’t be taking her as they already had someone who looked a bit like her!

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She then decided she would be a librarian, worked for a year in a couple of school libraries to get work experience and then went back to university, Sheffield this time, and got another MA.  She was asked to do some research for the university and was given a full grant to do a three year PhD.  She is trying to finish writing it up and is looking for work now as the grant has run out.  She has a part-time job in the university library filling shelves but she is not needed now until the autumn.  She wants to stay in Sheffield as she loves it there but she also needs a job and some money. 

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She has managed all this despite being bi-polar; and there have been times when her life has been almost too awful to bear.  She found it very difficult getting the correct diagnosis and was treated extremely poorly by some members of the medical profession who should have known better.

I am so proud of my dear, generous, kind, clever and beautiful daughter.

Happy Birthday!

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Snoopy vs the Red Baron

24 Thu Jul 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Insects, plants, Rural Diary, Uncategorized, wild birds

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I am still having trouble posting on my blog.  I had almost finished one last night and had worked for well over an hour on it when it just disappeared and all that was saved was the title.  A total waste of time!  I could have been doing something useful like the ironing and it makes me feel so frustrated.

So, here we go again.

 

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Large White butterfly on Buddleia

We woke on Monday to a bright and breezy day with all the humidity gone.  I was able to dry my towels and all my other washing too.  The window cleaner arrived and gave all the glass a bit of sparkle.  I got through all my household chores and did some shopping in Halesworth too.

 

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Cuckoo Bee on Spear Thistle

During the afternoon I wandered round the garden to see what there was to see.  I discovered a wasps’ nest under the garage roof tiles.  The wasps are quite small – they appear smaller than common wasps – but I could be mistaken.  If they cause us a lot of trouble they will have to go but they are such useful creatures I would rather leave them be.  They feed their young on chewed up insects including all the garden pests and flies that get into the house.  The also appear to love fennel nectar and pollinate my fennel plants.  Last year we hardly had any wasps at all and I had no fennel seeds.

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Flies all over the bronze fennel flower-head

Some of the insects I saw were a little the worse for wear.

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Four-spotted Chaser on Willow

While hanging out the last lot of washing I heard what sounded like an old-fashioned plane approaching.  In fact it was two bi-planes.  I don’t know if they were just flying for fun or if they were rehearsing for an air show or a World War I commemoration display but they were ace fliers and I enjoyed watching them very much.  They weren’t flying original bi-planes but modern equivalents.

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They then started practising loop-the-loops.

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His friend wasn’t going to be outdone and did a few loop-the-loops of his own.  I couldn’t see him quite so clearly.

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I was really impressed!  Strangely, I wasn’t alone in being excited by this display.  While all this was going on I became aware of a lot of noise coming from the St Margaret’s rookery.  The rooks had all gathered together and suddenly flew up into the sky and performed a display of their own!  Normally they only display first thing in the morning and last thing at night just before roosting.  They fly up into the sky together, circling round and round and getting higher and higher , calling to each other and chasing and weaving through the melée.  Suddenly, of one accord, they plummet down into their roost, reeds, scrubland or the tree canopy.  This is what they did on Monday afternoon.  They must have thought the planes were strange birds.

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 I was disappointed not to be able to photo their descent into the tree tops.  I find birds constantly amazing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Having a Sundowner

20 Sun Jul 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in churches, Rural Diary, Uncategorized, weather

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I have been having such trouble this last week trying to write a post for my blog.  I have plenty of photos and I’ve always lots to say as you all know but, either WordPress, or my computer, or both is causing the site to crash.  I save my draft and just get to near where I left off and crash! .. it all disappears.  R thought at first it was because I use a netbook to post and it doesn’t have a lot of memory space.  So, I put all my photos on a memory stick and went upstairs to the old computer in the spare room and tried again and crash!  He now thinks that either there is a limit to the amount of photos allowed on each post or a limit on how many gigabytes allowed ( surely not?) or I have included something that has caused problems.  As the post I was trying to finish was lots of photos of wildlife in my garden interspersed with my usual waffle I am at a loss as to why.  I am leaving the draft post as a draft for the time being and will see if this one causes trouble.  If anyone can think why I have had these problems please let me know.  I am a bit of a duffer when it comes to computers so words of one syllable, please.

This summer the weather has been quite changeable and in East Anglia where I live we haven’t been as dry as usual.  I have my own personal weather gauge and according to that it has been the dampest for many years.  My weather gauge is the amount of times I have been able to dry towels outside on the washing line and this year I have only managed it twice.  I only ever wash towels on a Monday and I only hang them out during the afternoon but even so, during most summers I am able to dry towels outside almost every week from May until October.  I often dry them outside overnight which means they don’t end up like sandpaper.

The weather this week has been hot and humid and we have had a lot of thunder and lightening and very heavy rain.  A couple of nights ago the lightning flickered non-stop for an hour and a half.   R tells me the weather is the fault of the ‘Spanish Plume’.  Because of the noise of the rain drumming on the roof and the whirr of the fans going full blast I thought he said ‘Spanish flu’ and became quite confused for a while.  I questioned him saying, ‘Spanish flu?’ and he said ‘Yes’  which made things worse.  We eventually understood each other and he explained that it is a weather system – from Spain.

Despite all the dodgy weather we have had a plethora of beautiful sunsets recently so to end this post sooner rather than later and risk a crash again, these are the recent photos I have taken.001Sunset 28.06.14 006Sunset 28.06.14

Sunset on 28th June

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Sunset on 13th July

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Sunset on 17th July

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The strange object at the top of the photo is a honeysuckle flower which photo-bombed the sunset picture

Sunset on 18th July

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Sunset on 19th July

Half way through writing this post R and I had to go off to evensong at Rumburgh church.  After the service all the talk was about the amount of rain we have had in the last twenty-four hours and the thunder this afternoon which was a continuous rumble with not a pause.  One gentleman said he had two soak-aways in his front garden, neither of which were working.  The heavy boulder clay just under the top soil can be a trial sometimes.  The Rector was having the same trouble in his garden too.  One person was told we had 9ml of rain last night and someone else said we had 17ml of rain this afternoon.  In all, about 2″ of rain in a day. 

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A blog about life in the country in the past and present

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Poetry and what-not

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TAMARA JARE

Tamara Jare Contemporary Figurative Art – Bold Colors, Resilient Souls

A Taste of Freedom

Documenting a Dream

Country Ways

Rambling Journeys in Britain, Countryside Matters and campaigning for the Right to Roam

The Strawberry Post

Here to Entertain, Educate & Inspire!

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an ongoing experiment in the dirt, 35 plus years

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Celebrating God's creatures, birds and plants...

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Going Batty in Wales

Developing a more sustainable lifestyle in SW Wales

Our Lake District Escapades

Exploring the Lake District and beyond

Short Walks Long Paths

Wandering trails around the coast of Wales

The Biking Gardener

An English persons experience of living and gardening in Ireland

Nan's Farm

A Journal Of Everyday Life

Walk the Old Ways

Rambling Journeys in Britain with John Bainbridge. Fighting for the Right to Roam. Campaigning to Protect Our Countryside.

Writer Side UP!

Waking the Writer Side...and keeping it "Up!"

Meggie's Adventures

Travel, thank you notes and other stories

amusicalifeonplanetearth

Music and the Thoughts It Can Inspire

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Traveling Tortuga

Simply Living Well

Pakenham Water Mill

Historic watermill in the beautiful Suffolk countryside

Take It Easy

Retired, not expired: words from the after(work)life. And music. Lots of music!

Secret Diary Of A Country Vicar's Wife

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Indie Writer and Publisher

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Life in a flash - a bi-weekly storytelling blog

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Rambling in the British Countryside

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thoughts on social realities

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Jottings from Skye

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embracing my inner homemaker

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The Call of the Pen

Flash Fiction, Book Reviews, Devotionals and other things.

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the things that come to hand

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Author of "A Past Worth Telling"

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Poetry, Other Words, and Cats

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A genealogical site devoted to the history of the DeKorn and Zuidweg families of Kalamazoo and the Mulder family of Caledonia

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