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The Archdeacon’s Visitation.

08 Thu May 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in amphibians, churches, Gardening, plants, Rural Diary, trees, Uncategorized, wild birds

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aquilegia, Archdeacon's Visitation, Easter cactus, Halesworth, hare, lilac, newts, rowan, St Mary's church, woodpigeon

I am amazed at how lucky we were with the weather on Monday!  Since then the weather has been ‘changeable’ as the forecasters say. Tuesday had showers in the morning but a sunny, breezy afternoon, Wednesday had light showers in the early morning, a very fine middle of the day and then heavy showers from late afternoon onwards and today, well, yuk! is all I can say.  Light showers this morning, heavy showers by midday and persistent rain this afternoon and evening.  What makes it worse is that I have a nasty cold in the head.  I had hoped to go with R to the Archdeacon’s Visitation service at St Mary’s church in Halesworth this evening but E needed to see her doctor and the only available appointment time was 6.30pm.  I drove her home afterwards and saw R driving past us in the opposite direction on his way to the service and there wasn’t enough time for me to drop E at home and join him.  And anyway, I think I’m better off at home not spreading germs about.

An Archdeacon’s visitation, as far as I understand it, is when all the Churchwardens (R is a Churchwarden) in the Deanery get together for a special service once a year with all their priests and the Archdeacon.  They hand in their annual reports and accounts if they haven’t already done it on-line and also their Declaration.  Churchwardens are supposed to serve for six years at most, I think, and then a new one is voted in.  However, it usually is a case of ‘once a Churchwarden always a Churchwarden’, as no-one wants the job.  The Churchwardens are ‘sworn in’, for want of a proper phrase at this special service and take their oaths to do their duty.  A few hymns are sung and this sounds lovely as only large churches are chosen for this service and they are always full.  The Archdeacon has his or her say and maybe some of the priests will give a talk too.  This year there will be an extra item.  Our Rector and the priest in the Benefice next to ours will be licensed to each others Benefice.  This will mean that they will be able to serve in each others Benefice without having to get special permission each time from the Bishop.  Our Rector looks after a Benefice of eleven churches with a couple of retired priests, one Reader and two Elders to help him.  The priest in the Benefice next to ours looks after three churches one of which is in a town.  It will make life much easier for our Rector especially, once this is done.  Our Rector is due to retire in a very few years and we don’t know if we will get another priest to replace him.  We think there will be a lot of changes and not for the better and our priests are preparing the ground for us.  To add insult to injury we haven’t even got a Bishop at the moment and haven’t had for some time!

I wanted to go to the service, not only to support R and our church but to go into St Mary’s church again.  When I first moved to Suffolk in 1988 I lived in Halesworth and attended St Marys.  I was made very welcome at the church and made a number of friends.  I also met R there and he asked me out while drinking coffee after a Sunday service.  We had our Marriage Blessing Service there too.  R has just returned and tells me the service went well and the refreshments afterwards were very good.

I have been able to take a few photos round the garden during the past few days.

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Our Rowan or Mountain Ash tree is flowering.  It has grown well in the last couple of years and this is the best it’s ever looked.

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Rowan blossom.

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Rowan blossom.

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A very poor photo of the newts in our front pond.

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White lilac.

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White lilac blossom.

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White lilac blossom.

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Pink and purple aquilegias.

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This the best photo I have of the hare that has been visiting our garden recently.  Back view only!

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Woodpigeons having a bath in a puddle in our drive earlier today.

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Indoors now.  This is my Easter cactus which is just coming into flower.  Unlike Christmas cacti these flowers shut during the afternoon and re-open next morning.

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Easter cactus flowers.

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Easter cactus flowers.

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A Walking Week Part 2

07 Wed May 2014

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

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bluebells, Bugle/Ajuga, Bush Vetch, coppicing, Deer fences, Early Purple Orchid, Lords and Ladies, Pendulous Sedge, primroses, Ragged Robin, Reydon Wood, Roger Deakin, Suffolk Wildlife Trust, violets, Yellow Archangel

By Friday R had recovered from his trip to Gloucestershire, so when he got home from work I suggested that we might take our postponed bluebell-wood walk that evening.  He thought that would be a great idea so we set off about 6.00pm and managed to persuade E to come with us.  This was a real surprise as E once got lost in Reydon Wood and hadn’t been back since.  To get to Reydon Wood we usually go via the road to Southwold, our nearest seaside town, passing by the Henham Estate which is the venue for the Latitude Festival.  Henham Woods were awash with bluebells so we were hopeful that our walk would not be in vain.

When we got to the entrance to the wood there were only a couple of cars parked there and plenty of room for us.

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The path to the wood.

The path is usually quite interesting in itself as it runs along next to Reydon Wood on one side and fields on the other.  Between the path and the wood is a very deep ditch, probably quite ancient and dug as a boundary and/or to stop deer entering the wood and damaging the trees.

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It is not easy to see the depth of the ditch with this photo.

We walked a little further until we came to the entrance.  The wood is excellently maintained by the Suffolk Wildlife Trust.  They have started to coppice it again and have cleared away a lot of scrub.  They have marked out paths through the wood and maintain the ditches.  Bluebells are very sensitive plants and if their leaves are crushed they die so it is best to stick to the paths.  Not only are there bluebells in this wood but many other interesting plants and trees.  This wonderful habitat is also good for all sorts of animals, birds and insects too.

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A bridge over a little drainage ditch.

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An old coppiced tree ready for more coppicing.  The word ‘copse’ for a small wood means that it was once and maybe still is a coppiced wood.  There are many trees which are suitable for coppicing – hazel, ash, willow – as long as they re-shoot after their branches are cut off low they are suitable.  Coppicing is similar to pollarding which is more often seen in towns where the branches are cut off near the crown of the tree.  If you look to the left of the picture you will see how the paths have been marked out by laying sticks next to each other.  A bio-degradable path and easily maintained too.

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This is a deer fence made of brushwood.  The area inside has been newly coppiced and the fence is here to stop the deer eating the new tree shoots.  In Roger Deakin’s delightful book ‘Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees’ he goes coppicing with a friend and also says that some woodsmen put a heap of brushwood on each individual stump to stop deer and rabbit damage.

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A couple of woodland ponds.

If anyone can tell me what the plant in the second pond is I would be very grateful.  I apologise for the poor quality of the photo but I included it as I wished to show where the flowers are growing.  The flowers are a little like primrose flowers and are in tiered whorls.  The leaves are strap-like.

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Lords and Ladies.

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Early Purple Orchid.

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Early Purple Orchid.

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Ajuga/Bugle.

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Primroses.

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Violets.

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Ragged Robin.

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Pendulous Sedge.

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Pendulous Sedge.

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Bush Vetch

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Yellow Archangel.

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Yellow Archangel.

The next few photos are of the bluebells in Reydon Wood.

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The Rumburgh May Day Fete

06 Tue May 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in music, Rural Diary, Uncategorized

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belly dancing, Children's Folk Group, fete, May Day, May Pole dancing, Rumburgh Buck, Rumburgh Morris, stalls

Yesterday R and I went to the Rumburgh May Day Fete.  This has been held in the village since time immemorial and takes place on the recreation ground (which is what the villagers call the village green).  The church run the cake stall and I had been asked to contribute something for it.  I duly spent some time on Sunday afternoon baking some cherry shortbread and some orange tea bread.  Both recipes are easy to follow and neither takes too long to cook – ideal for a reluctant cook like me.

The fete began at 11.00am so R and I arrived just before then, so that we could hand over our contributions in good time (R had pulled some rhubarb yesterday morning and brought that along too) and then have a tour of the stalls before the crowds arrived.  The weather was perfect – lots of sunshine, a fairly gentle breeze and also nicely warm.

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The fete appeals to all ages and is a really sociable event.  All sorts of people turn up – the very elderly, tiny babies with their parents, people wanting to sell and those wanting to buy, supporters of those people taking part in the entertainment, bikers in their leathers, old hippies – we all mingled together and enjoyed the day.  Lots of food and drink is on sale but a number of groups bring picnics with them.

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This stall sold plants and accessories dyed with natural dyes.

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This is the bag and jewellery stall.

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The plant stall.

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The tombola stall and a part of the cake stall on the left.  The white construction is the goal post without its net.

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The cake stall

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The Human Fruit Machine!  This was great fun and was run by the W.I. (Women’s Institute).  They also ran a bric-a-brac stall.

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The Candy Box Sweet Van with someone selling honey and jam next to them.

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Hot dogs and burgers.

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Girls eating burgers next to the toy stall.

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Different types of transport used to get to the fete.

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A game of petanque.

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Teenagers in the children’s play area.

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The ice-cream van.

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The May Pole in front of the tea tents.

The entertainment was varied.

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Dancing round the May Pole.  May Pole dancing isn’t taught any more so these young people hadn’t much idea what to do, but they all enjoyed themselves nevertheless.  R tells me he was taught how to dance round the May Pole at school.  When done properly it is really lovely.  The children weave in and out of each other, some going clockwise and some anti-clockwise.  The ribbons are all plaited together and then everything is reversed until all the ribbons are undone again.

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This was a bit of a shambles at times but such good fun!

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This is the music group that played for the children to dance to.

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Lovely belly dancers!

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The Children’s Folk Group.  These young people were very good indeed.  They played without fault for three-quarters of an hour non-stop!

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I like this rear view of the older ones!

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This is Rumburgh Morris – our very own morris dancers.  They are dancing with handkerchiefs.

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The Master of Ceremonies

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One of the morris musicians

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The bells they wear strapped to their shins.

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The antlers they always bring with them.  The local pub is called the Rumburgh Buck and that is where they meet.  The last time I saw these antlers was in the church a couple of weeks before Christmas.  We have a Carols and Capers service with folk carols and morris dancing (a caper is a morris dance move – a leap).

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Dancing with sticks this time!

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Just across the road from the recreation ground is the Rumburgh Buck pub where a refreshing pint of beer or ale or cider can be drunk.

 

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A Walking Week Part One

05 Mon May 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in domestic animals, fish, Insects, plants, Rural Diary, trees, Uncategorized, walking, wild birds

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Adrian Bell, bird-scarer cannon, Blue Tit, buttercup, comfrey, cow parsley, cows, cut-leaved crane's-bill, daisy, fairy ring, field maple, fish, Germander Speedwell, goosegrass, great yellow-cress, greater spotted woodpecker, Greater Stitchwort, greefinch, Hawthorn, Herb-Robert, Lords and Ladies, May, orange-tip butterfly, perch, pineapple weed, pond, red campion, ribwort, sheep, St Mark's fly, stinging nettle, wedding ring, wild rose

I have managed to do a little walking this week and have enjoyed it very much.  Monday and Tuesday’s walking was mainly round the shops so doesn’t count as enjoyable walking.  For some stupid reason I mistook the time of E’s hair appointment and we arrived in Halesworth an hour early on Monday.  E kindly said she was happy to wait for an hour at the hairdressers but I thought she might go mad with boredom so we did the supermarket shopping and then I got more petrol for the car.  She then went for her hair appointment and while she was there I called in at the jewellers to see if anything can be done to my wedding ring to stop it cutting into my finger.  Twenty years ago we hadn’t thought that my ring would wear away so quickly.  Apparently, we chose the wrong ring – a 9 carat D-profile ring – and should have had a round-profile ring and something of a better quality.  Well, too late now!  This is my wedding ring, bought for me by my husband and blessed at our Marriage Blessing Service.  We weren’t able to be married in church as we had both been married before, but we had a beautiful Blessing Service after our Registry Office wedding.  The jeweller said either we could buy a new ring or have my one built up which would cost the same as a new ring.  A dilemma which we are still thinking about.

Both Monday and Tuesday were mainly cloudy days and no good for drying washing outside so I decorated the inside of the house with wet clothes.  I had more shopping to do in Bungay so drove there on Tuesday afternoon and I made my purchases.  On the way home I got stuck in a traffic jam!  This is quite out of the ordinary, living where we live.  The vehicle in front of me was a supermarket delivery van and not much holds them up usually!  I couldn’t see what the problem was as these vans are quite wide, so I edged round a bit and saw….

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The cows took their time to leave their field and amble down the road to the farmyard.  The stockman had a busy time trying to get the cows out of people’s gardens where there were lots of interesting plants and trees to eat.  I took the photos with my phone and then enlarged the pictures so the quality isn’t that good.

E asked if we could watch a DVD together during the evening which I thought would be nice but no-one thought to tell my eyes to watch too.  As soon as I sat down they became extremely heavy and so I dozed most of the way through the film to the disapproval of my daughter.  This is not the first time I have done this.

Wednesday is ‘shopping with mother’ day which went very well as Mum was on top form and we had a real laugh together.  The weather on Wednesday was lovely too – a hazy start and then lots of sunshine.  When I had had some lunch at home I decided to walk down the lane to take advantage of the bright weather and to see what was to be seen.

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Lots of stinging nettles and goosegrass.  Goosegrass is a relative of coffee and quinine and has many medicinal uses.  At one time the seeds were roasted and used as a coffee substitute and apparently the young shoots are edible and can be cooked in soups as a vegetable.  All I know about it is that if I touch it, it brings me out in a rash!  The seeds are hooked and stick to hair and clothes – hence the plant’s other name of Cleavers.

Stinging Nettles are very useful, if painful plants too.  They can be used for making cloth, food and medicine.  My plant book says that the Roman belief that stinging nettles cured rheumatism still persists in Britain.  I can say that there is some truth in this as when I am stung on my hands my rheumatic joints there become less painful.  I can’t say I would care to roll about in them unclothed as some people recommend!

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These are Hawthorn flowers – May blossom.  ‘Ne’er cast a clout til May be out’ – either don’t leave off your winter clothes until the end of the month of May, or, don’t leave off your winter clothes until the May blossom is on the trees.

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This is the wild rose and already there are large flower buds as you can see.  This is early, as the rose usually flowers at the end of May and into June.

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A fine crop of old equipment and other rubbish in this field.  At the beginning of Adrian Bell’s book ‘Corduroy’ he talks of the Suffolk farmers’ habit of leaving implements in corners of fields or yards covered in nettles until they are needed for some particular function.  They are then returned ‘to some out-of-the-way corner, to be a sleeping Gulliver for the grass again’.

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These are the boys – male sheep, tups.  A bit stinky – sleeping and snoring in the sun.  Wandering about having something to eat now and then – not a care in the world.

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Common comfrey.  In medieval times the roots of this plant were dug up in the spring and grated to produce a sludge which was packed round broken limbs.  It hardened to a consistency similar to that of Plaster of Paris.

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A view over the fields.

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Cut-leaved Crane’s-bill.

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Great Yellow-cress.

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The lane.

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Herb-Robert.  In the Middle Ages they believed that a plant showed how it could be used through its colour or shape – the doctrine of signatures.  This plant turns a fiery red in autumn so they thought it should be used in the treatment of blood disorders.  It has a strange odour and in some places it is known as ‘Stinking Bob’.

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Daisies.

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Daisies and Germander Speedwell.

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Greater Stitchwort.

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A Buttercup.

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Pineapple Weed.

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A female orange-tip butterfly.  Note the lovely green-marbled underwing.

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The signpost at the end of our lane.

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A male orange-tip butterfly.  I have been trying for over a week to photograph these fast flying butterflies!

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Lords and Ladies.  This is specially for Heather!  At last these strange plants are flowering here.  I have some in my garden but they are hidden by tall grass and difficult to photograph.

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Cow and calves.

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This is the pond at the side of the lane.  I’m not sure what the fish are – perhaps perch? – but we have the same fish in our big pond.

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The pond next to the lane.

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Field maple leaves and flowers.

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A St Mark’s fly.  They usually appear about the same time of year as the Feast of St Mark – 25th April.

R and I went out for a walk across the fields when he returned home from his trip to Gloucestershire that evening.

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Red Campion and cow-parsley growing at the end of our lane.

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A Red Campion flower.

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Ribwort flowers – Turkish Caps,

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A ‘fairy ring’ caused by toadstools.

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A bird-scarer cannon.

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More stitchwort.

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St Peter’s Washes.

I’ll end with some photos of birds seen in my garden during the past week.

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A female Greater-Spotted Woodpecker.

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A bluetit.

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Male and female Greenfinches

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A Conversation With My Mother

24 Thu Apr 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Uncategorized

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Agatha Christie, Anthony Horovitz, Conversation, Elizabeth and her German Garden, Elizabeth von Arnim, Foyle's War, Franco Zeffirelli, Joan Plowright, memory, Michael Kitchen, Mike Newell, Peril at End House, Polly Walker, Richard Rodney Bennett, Tea With Mussolini, The Enchanted April

Here is a conversation I had with my mother yesterday.  This type of conversation will be familiar to people of a certain age.

We had been discussing my daughter A’s hair.  A has blonde hair but has recently dyed it a deep red.  To be fair, she had intended it to be a red-gold colour but it is now a dark magenta.  She has been this colour before and usually goes red when she is anxious and/or depressed.  The deeper the colour the more anxious she is – a sort of litmus test for her family.

Mother:  I liked it when she had her hair cut short that time a few years ago.

Me:        Yes, we did too.  I thought it suited her but she wasn’t impressed by it.  She prefers her hair long.

Mother:  It reminded me of the girl in that film.  The film where two women go to Italy and this girl joins them.

Me:        (Interrogatively) Yes?

Mother:  Her hair was in a short bob just like A.

Me:        Oh yes, I think I know the film you mean.  (Thinks: A’s hair was blonde and wavy but the actress had dark, straight hair!) 

I must interrupt the narrative here to explain the ‘game’.  A conversation is carried on using very few proper nouns.  While trying to remember the name/title etc you want, you try to think of other times you have seen/heard of/used etc the aforesaid name/title etc.  You drag this second example into the conversation with the hope that it will shock your memory into remembering the first.  Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t.  The person you are having the conversation with also tries to work out the subject’s name and also may suggest their own examples.  The harder you try to remember the worse it gets.  A joker can also be played where a totally erroneous example is given by mistake and the whole conversation spirals out of control and all concerned begin to doubt their sanity.

To continue….

Mother:  You know the story – the book was written by that German  woman.

Me:        Yes, I know the story.  She wasn’t German she was Australian but had married a German nobleman.  I’m trying to think of the title……erm…..erm….I know….something ‘..April’

Mother:  Yes, that’s the one.  She also wrote about her garden.

Me:        Funnily enough, I was listening to the music to the film a  couple of days ago.  Richard Rodney Bennett wrote it.  I think the actress who played the girl is really very beautiful.  I can’t remember her name.  She hasn’t been in many things recently but she was in one of the David Suchet ‘Poirot’ episodes.

Mother:  (Uninterestedly) Oh?  (Slight pause)  That nice actor was in  it too.  The one in ‘Foyle’s War’.

Me:         (Smugly)  Michael Kitchen.

Mother:  Yes, that’s who I mean.  Often plays strange men.  That  other woman was in it too.  She was Lawrence Olivier’s wife.  You know who I mean.

Me:         Er… Um..Oh yes.  She was also in that film – something,      something ‘..Mussolini’.  I remember!!  (Joyously)  ‘The Enchanted April’!!

Mother:  Yes, of course.

We had a laugh and then Mum had the last word as usual.

Mother:  (Victoriously)  Well, there’s an an excuse for me as I’m 84.    What’s your excuse?!

Me:        (A feeble smile)

The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnim 1922

Made into a film in 1992 and directed by Mike Newell.

Starring; Josie Lawrence, Miranda Richardson, Polly Walker, Joan Plowright, Alfred Molina, Jim Broadbent, Michael Kitchen.

Musical score by Richard Rodney Bennett.

Shot on location at Castello Brown, Portofino, Italy.

 

Elizabeth and her German Garden by Elizabeth von Arnim  1898

 

Agatha Christie’s Poirot  1989/1990

Peril at End House

Dramatised by Clive Exton

Starring:  David Suchet, Hugh Fraser, Philip Jackson, Pauline Moran, Polly Walker

 

Foyle’s War  Created by Anthony Horovitz

A British detective drama TV series set during and shortly after the Second World War.  Action takes place in Hastings, a town on the south coast of England.

Starring:  Michael Kitchen, Honeysuckle Weeks, Anthony Howell, Julian Ovenden.

 

Tea With Mussolini  1999

Adapted from the memoirs of Franco Zeffirelli

Directed by Franco Zeffirelli

Starring:  Cher, Judi Dench, Joan Plowright, Maggie Smith, Lily Tomlin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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April Showers

22 Tue Apr 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Rural Diary, Uncategorized

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St. Peter's Hall and brewery

The busy last few days added to a high pollen count made me feel quite unwell yesterday so I not only couldn’t enjoy the Bank Holiday I also wasn’t able to post anything on my blog as I had hoped.  Yesterday morning was very humid and hazy so my washing didn’t dry very quickly.  I had to take A to Diss station as she was returning to Sheffield, and saying goodbye to her always makes me feel sad.  I tried to hurry through my numerous Monday chores as R and I had thought we might go for a walk in a local bluebell wood in the afternoon.  By the time I was ready to go out I was very tired.  The sky had clouded over, the temperature had dropped suddenly by about five degrees and the air had become much fresher.  I found R busy in the garden and reluctant to go out.  He had planted potatoes in the vegetable plot and had earthed them up and also planted pea, runner-bean and tomato seeds in the greenhouse.  I was half relieved that we weren’t to go out as I didn’t think I would have fully appreciated the beauty of the wood feeling as I did.  It then started to rain so that was that.  Rain continued on and off all night.

I have had another busy day today with more washing, a trip to the surgery in Halesworth to collect my medication and a visit to the supermarket for groceries.  I then drove to Bungay to buy bird seed for Mum from the pet shop.  I had only been home five minutes and was still unpacking the shopping when our electrician called by.  We are to have lots of work done this summer and he had visited to discuss this with me.  A new box for the external electrics which power our waste treatment tank, new lighting in the kitchen and new outside lights.  There will also be lots of new wiring and a few unnecessary things to remove.  A big project and one that has needed doing since we moved into this house in 2006.  We had a cup of coffee together and a chat – he will call again in about three weeks and give us a start date for the work and an estimate of the cost.  I had a quick lunch, then went to Mum’s house again to collect her and take her to Norfolk and Norwich hospital to have her eyes checked and scanned.  The news was very good – the left eye is absolutely fine with no sign of macular degeneration after the series of injections she has just had and the right eye is doing well with no return of the disease.  Unfortunately the damage caused cannot be repaired but with care and regular check-ups she should do well.  I took her back to her house and I eventually got home at 4.45pm, half an hour before R got home from work.

I am really looking forward to spending time in the garden.  I haven’t done any gardening since before we went away for our holiday in the Lake District.  I haven’t been able to check on all the bird feeders as regularly as I should either, as housework and Easter preparations have taken all my time.  Tomorrow I will be taking Mum out for her usual shopping trip to Diss and E has asked me to help her start sorting out some cupboards in her room.  She wants some money to buy things and thinks she can sell some of her unwanted possessions for cash.  She also needs a desk and chair but there is no space for it in her room.  R says he will get her a desk if she gets rid of all the clutter.  So…. she has asked me to help her!  I think really she will just need me to get her started – the thought of having to do the job is much worse than the actual job itself.  I have a hair appointment on Thursday and my monthly blood test on Friday as well as some more shopping.  So things are improving and gardening beckons as long as the forecast rain and showers aren’t too prolonged.

This evening, we booked a table in a local restaurant for Saturday lunch.  R has worked for his company for forty-two years and was complaining some weeks ago that no-one at work had acknowledged this.  His boss got to hear of his complaint and to belatedly celebrate over forty years service R has been told to have a meal out with me and we will be able to spend up to £100 at the company’s expense.  (We will have to spend the money and then claim it back on expenses!).  As I can’t/don’t drink I think we should be able to have a really lovely meal locally for that amount.  We will also take E with us if she feels she can manage the trip.  She doesn’t usually eat much in restaurants but her favourite whitebait is on the lunchtime menu so I’m hoping she decides to join us.  The restaurant we have chosen is St Peter’s Hall and Brewery where I went for lunch with my friend W in February.  The hall dates from the 13th century and is supposed to be haunted.  The beer from the brewery is something special, though I haven’t been able to drink it for many years now.

No pictures today.  I also plan to do one post with highlights of the past week and another post where I talk about our holiday in the Lakes.  I should be all caught up then.

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Easter Day

20 Sun Apr 2014

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

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Happy Easter to everyone!

The weather today was much better than forecast.  I was woken at 6.00am by really heavy rain and thought at first that that was what we would get all day.  Fortunately, this was not the case.  We had a few more fairly heavy showers during the morning but the afternoon was dry with a couple of glimpses of the sun.  The temperature rose to the dizzy heights of 13 degrees centigrade as well!

Mum always comes to lunch on feast days but as I had to take her to church as well today, cooking the lunch and being able to eat it at lunch-time was going to prove difficult.  I got up early and managed to get a lot done by the time I had to leave for church.  I was disappointed not to be able to go to church with R and A, who has come home for the weekend, as the 9.30am service was at our church at Rumburgh.  When I arrived back home with Mum I found that a lot of work had been done by my dear family and we managed to eat our meal at 2.30pm.  I then sat around talking to the family all the afternoon feeling very tired but quite happy.  We had all exchanged little Easter gifts earlier.  When I was a girl we just had Easter chocolate eggs and sometimes we painted hen’s eggs with food dye.  With my girls things are different.  A really disliked chocolate when she was little and still doesn’t eat much of it now so I used to get her Easter-themed presents.  E also won’t eat Easter eggs (but does like chocolate) so I’ve always got her Easter gifts too.

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This is the Easter decoration in our hallway that E did for us (with apologies for the horrible carpet we can’t afford to replace yet!)

We did manage to see a male Greater Spotted Woodpecker on our peanut feeder today.

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I will be able to post something longer and better tomorrow I hope.

 

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Maundy Thursday

18 Fri Apr 2014

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

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I have recently come home from taking my mother to the Maunday Thursday service at her church which I found quite moving.  The word Maundy is an Old English word which originally came from the latin word mandatum – mandate/command.  This refers to Christ’s command for us to love one-another.  On Maundy Thursday the Maundy money (specially minted silver coins) is distributed by the Queen.  On Maunday Thursday we commemorate Christ’s Last Supper and His washing of the feet of His disciples, even Judas Escariot’s who was about to betray Him.  The service ends with the altar being stripped of all it’s candles and cloths to leave it bare and then a vigil takes place when we pray and meditate.  Mum and I didn’t stay for the vigil as she was quite tired and she was concerned that I should get home sooner rather than later.  It was her 84th birthday today.  I tried to phone her this morning but couldn’t get through as the phone was engaged for ages.  Apparently my sister phoned and an old friend from where Mum used to work rang as well.  This was pleasing news to me.

My friend H contacted me about my last post and said that she usually calls Cuckoo Flower ‘Ladies Smock’.  I also noticed that Mr Tootlepedal mentioned Ladies Smock in his post.  I must admit that I usually call this plant Ladies Smock too but I suddenly had doubts about this and didn’t want to give wrong information out.  I then looked the plant up in a couple of my wild flower reference books and neither of them said anything about Ladies Smock so I played safe!  H also reminded me that Garlic Mustard is know as Jack-by-the-Hedge and we then had an e-mail conversation about The Flower Fairies books from where we got our first knowledge of wild and garden flowers and plants.  H thought that the sparrowhawk might also have been responsible for the possible loss of the goslings.  The geese are fierce, protective parents and bigger than the hawk but the hawk is extremely fast and, as I have mentioned, there is not much cover round the pond at the moment.  So yes, that is another possibility.

I will end with a not particularly good photo of a stock dove.  I include it because it shows the lovely iridescent green patch on the neck.

 

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Pollution and Other Matters

03 Thu Apr 2014

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

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The warmer weather that was forecast certainly arrived bringing with it hazy sky – and pollution.  Everything outside was covered with a coating of fine yellow dust – from the Sahara Desert – and this was especially noticeable on our cars.  Here in East Anglia our air isn’t as pure as we would like.  As we live in the countryside many people think that the air is fresh and clean here; but they would be wrong.  The prevailing wind from the south-west brings pollution from London and winds from the south-east bring pollution from the Continent – mainland Europe.  The cleanest air is on winds from the north-east but that is also the coldest!  East Anglia is a mainly agricultural area with plenty of agricultural vehicles and large trucks delivering feed, grain and other supplies on the narrow lanes.  The farmers use herbicides and insecticides and the crops are sprayed at least two or three times a year.  Because there is very little public transport we all have to drive everywhere that is too far to walk or cycle.  R and I are fortunate to live in an area where the local farmers are trying to make the land better for wildlife.  Wide strips of land are left fallow around each field with the hope that wild flowers will colonise them and animals and birds will find more food and shelter there.

Since coming to live in Suffolk twenty-six years ago I have developed asthma, hay-fever and other allergies that I didn’t have in south-east London and Kent.  R also has hay-fever and E has asthma.  This morning both R and I woke feeling quite unwell with headache, sore throat and other hay-fever symptoms.  Fortunately we always have a stock of anti-histamine tablets in the house!

Yesterday, after getting home from taking Mum out, I had a letter to post so walked down the lane to the postbox.  I was hoping to see the Jacob’s sheep in a field close to us as I had heard them arrive there on Monday.  They always bleat a lot when they are in a new field but soon settle down and if I hadn’t heard them arrive I wouldn’t have known they were there.  It was quite difficult to see the sheep and lambs as the hedge is high and thick but I managed a couple of photos.

 

 

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Jacob ewes and lambs

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Jacob lamb

I then took a few more pictures of the garden, fed the birds and watered the tubs of flowers.  More and more birds are singing and the dawn chorus is getting louder and louder.  Yesterday I woke to hear what I thought was a Garden Warbler, our second summer visitor, singing in a tree across the lane.  As I was still sleepy I wasn’t sure whether it was a Garden Warbler or a Blackcap, the songs being quite similar, but having heard it again today I am sure it is a Garden Warbler.  We do get both birds here in the summer but the song I heard yesterday and today was definitely the faster more garbled song of the Garden Warbler.  The Song Thrush has been singing all day, every day for some time now and yesterday he was joined by the Mistle Thrush.  We now have a wonderful chorus of birds in the garden – too many to mention without it becoming a long and boring list.  Here is a photo of a male Blackbird and a Blue Tit on the peanut feeder.

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Blackbird

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Bluetit on the peanut feeder. A Chaffinch is in the tree at the back.

 

 

 

 

Today I took some more photos of the garden and also of some objects I have found in the garden.  The belemnite I found in my herb garden on Monday.  I remember finding lots of these when on holiday with A when she was little at Charmouth on the Dorset coast.  They are fossils of squid-like creatures.

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The feather I found a couple of weeks ago.  No doubt from a Greater Spotted Woodpecker.

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The broken old clay pipe I also found in my herb garden but about five years ago.  I can’t bear to get rid of it!

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The rest of the photos are of plants, flowers and trees.

White violets in the grass verge near my mother’s cottage.

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Ground ivy.  This is an evergreen wild plant and if the leaves are bruised they smell minty.  Also known as Alehoof, the leaves used to be added to ale during brewing to clear the fermenting liquid and sharpen the flavour.  Even after hops were introduced to England in the 16th century liquor flavoured with ground-ivy was still made and sold for a time.  Another name for ground-ivy is gill and a drink called gill tea was made by infusing the leaves with boiling water and adding honey.  This was supposed to alleviate coughs and other chest disorders and was still being sold by street vendors in London in the 19th century.   Culpepper says ‘The juice dropped into the ear doth wonderfully help the noise and singing of them, and helpeth the hearing which is decayed.’

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Some jonquils.

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A pink tulip.

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Rhubarb!

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The Amelanchier is just coming into flower.

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R and I discovered another goose nest in the undergrowth on the other side of the pond yesterday.  Unfortunately, today the goose was no longer there and all the eggs gone.  The good thing about nesting on the little island is that foxes and other predators cannot get to you so easily.  The bad thing about our island is that it isn’t big enough for more than one goose nest.

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Being Thankful for Small (and Great) Mercies.

29 Sat Mar 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in churches, cooking, Rural Diary, trees, Uncategorized

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Mothering Sunday, simnel cake, Thankfulness, The Woodland Trust magazine

I have a lot to be thankful for.  Today especially, I am grateful for

  1. R’s safe return from a five day working trip away from home.
  2. The fact that E has started to look forward with hope instead of with fear.
  3. Mum having a lift to her church this Sunday so that I can go to mine with R.

Mum got a phone call the other day from a friend at church who asked if she was going to provide a Simnel Cake as usual on Mothering Sunday.  A Simnel Cake can be made either for Easter or Mothering Sunday (which is this Sunday coming).  It is a fruit cake with not only a marzipan top but a layer of marzipan baked in the middle.  The top is decorated with eleven marzipan balls representing the eleven faithful apostles.  Mum said she would be providing it if she could have a lift to church and, of course, she will be getting her lift.  Hooray!  I am very grateful for this as I wanted to invite Mum to lunch and if I had to take her to church I would not have the time to cook lunch for her as well.  I am doubly grateful for this as not only will Mum’s church be holding the Mothering Sunday service but there will be a Baptism and a First Communion too!  I am mighty glad to get out of that!   I can now go to a service in my own benefice and see all my friends, be a wife and mother and sideline the daughter bit for an hour or two and get home in time to cook a decent lunch for the family.

I belong to The Woodland Trust –  a charitable organisation which is trying to conserve our rapidly depleting woodland.  It also works to educate people about trees and woodland and among other things, is trying to find ways of combatting all the diseases attacking our native trees.  I received its quarterly magazine today and was looking through it while R and I were drinking a cup of tea when he got home.  I was disappointed to see that, like most organisations, it has decided to ‘dumb down’ its magazine.  It is now aimed at the weekend environmentalist – the better-off, liberal, middle-class urban dweller wanting something to do on holiday.  Lots of pictures and lots of bite-size snippets of information instead of informed articles written by and for reasonably intelligent people.

There was an article about a writer and environmentalist who has spent a whole year climbing trees across Europe.  He has tried to climb one tree a day and often persuaded other people, often complete strangers to join him.  There was a short interview with Elton John who has planted many trees on his estate near Windsor.  There was an article about geocaching – ‘a global phenomenon’ that The Woodland Trust has decided to join in with.  It’s a game of hide and seek using GPS technology where items are hidden in remote spots and people scamper about moors, mountains and woodlands trying to find little prizes in cache boxes.  I read out the instructions to R and we had a laugh when we found we had to ‘winkle out the trove’ from among roots and branches.  R said it sounded like a cue for a Rambling Sid Rumpole song.  People of a certain age from Britain will probably remember Rambling Sid and his ‘folk songs’ and if you don’t, Radio 4 Extra repeats all the ‘Round the Horne’ programmes regularly which featured him.

I will end my post with a photo of the misty sunset yesterday evening.

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The line under the sun is an electricity cable and the sun appears to be balanced on it.

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