Thursday, 19 October 2017

Garden Shuffle

Tuesday's highlight was re-enacting the first part of the story of Jonah, complete with much rocking and swaying, as we acted out the storm with Key Stage 2 at the after school club.  Wednesday morning's excitement was King Saul 'resting' in the cave, while David chops of the corner of his robe. One of our team members did a most excellent job of attaching the corner of a 'cloak', which David had to remove by pulling a thread attached to tacking stitches.  David looked pretty impressed, as the stitches unraveled, leaving him holding the corner of the cloak, but this Disney Generation didn't bat an eyelid.  An arc of glittery stars with accompanying sound effects may have got their attention. A piece of orange cloth just didn't cut the mustard.

Wednesday afternoon was more down to earth - garden earth to be precise. After the dizzy temperatures at the beginning of the week, the mercury has dropped to a more autumnal 10 degrees centigrade, with a seasoning of gentle drizzle. The window of plant moving opportunities is reducing, as the ground will be getting steadily colder.

A couple of years down the line we can see some planting has not quite worked out as we anticipated. The rhododendron, which was looking rather miserable in a large planter, has already been liberated.  Today was Plant Shuffle day 2.

Step one - a grass which doesn't like the dryness under the trees, was dug up and planted where the lavenders were...

Meanwhile, the lavenders are still in their tub, but currently residing on the path while we try and decide what to do with them.






Step 2
The pheasant berry was dug up, as it was far too dominant for the narrow side border and completely overshadowed one of the white japanese anemones - no bad thing some may say ;)

We did doubt if we would manage to successfully extract the pheasant berry, as it was difficult to get sufficient leverage, without the threat of destroying either the path, or the fence, or both...

Step 3
The pheasant berry was replanted at the bottom of the garden, close to where the grass was, but a bit further back... It does look better in a bigger border. The obelisk was rather disturbed by all this digging and is currently undergoing therapy....



Step 4
Meanwhile, the pink japanese anenome adjacent to the garage door, had grown far too big and stopped us using the stepping stones across the flower bed. This has been given a free transfer to where the pheasant berry was....  It has been joined by a couple of young verbenas.  They are young and full of enthusiasm, thinking they can make a difference - they will soon learn....



The bed by the garage looks a lot better now, and you can actually see the planters and contents. Before they were just hidden behind a screen of japanese anemones!

At least two sections of japanese anemone remain and we haven't decided exactly what to do with them, yet! Will they go, or will they stay?

One nice discovery was that the cyclamen planted in the bottom border have naturalised.  White ones have been planted there over the last two years. We will wait to see what colours will appear!

The successful germination of a packet of seeds earlier in the year means that there are sixty odd white foxgloves to plant along with some dwarf lavenders. The bulbs dislodged by the upheaval to the centre bed, also await our ministrations, along with a few more verbenas and the odd grass. In garden tasks always seem to take longer than we anticipate. A good looking garden doesn't happen by magic, it is the result of squelching around on soggy days, and the liberal use of compost.

Meanwhile, the squirrel watched on from his vantage point in the oak trees, eagerly awaiting our retreat so he can get on with the important business of foraging.

Gosh, we must have reached the sixth day by now. A pity they weren't consecutive... ;)




Monday, 16 October 2017

Floral Transformation

Saturday's highlight was definitely a couple of shipmates rolling in on the tide, fresh from nautical adventures exploring the glories of the canals around Brum.  We had not seen M since her wedding 18 months ago, and it was our first real chance to chat to her other half, as we had only met him previously at the wedding!  This may seem strange, until you consider that M is a virtual friend, and our interaction has been mainly online, but with regular meetings over the years. One of the advantage of virtual friendships is that you waste less time on the superficial stuff.  You often know more about the joys and sorrows of online buddies, as things that can be impossible to verbalise, can be shared with just the pressing of a few keys.

Times change.  The golden era of internet chatrooms came and went. The opportunity for constructing a network of friendships within common interest groups, often from different parts of the country or globe, has largely gone.  Ironically to be replaced by superficial friendships from within our existing social networks.  Opportunities for new friendships flounder, as we play safe and interact with those we know and those we don't really know and probably never really will.  Evenings when I sat at my keyboard laughing until the tears ran down my face, or as I watched as someone haltingly typed out their fears and anguish and offered prayers, have been replaced by watching catch up TV and often futile attempts to reach my target score on Words With Friends.

The online world was my life raft at a time in my life when I was quite isolated. Now my time is spent in different ways, and much more of it is spent in face to face interaction.  The online world helped me to be where I am now.  When I went for selection for Reader training, I had to give a five-minute talk, and I referred to the online Christian community where I had learnt so much. My opening sentence made them all sit up.
"You may think I am a Rose, but actually I am a Daffodil..."
Now that is what I call Flower Power ;)

Here endeth the fifth day.


Thursday, 12 October 2017

Deadlines and Distractions

I had some time this afternoon to get some work done.
"Are you to work upstairs?" asked my husband with surprise, as I picked up my computer and headed towards the door.
"I think it might be wise..." I replied and head off upstairs to work.

I looked out of the window of the spare room, noticed the sunshine and the breeze, and remembered that I had decided to wash the bedclothes today.
I stripped the bed, loaded the machine.
"Do you think we should switch from the 4 tog duvet? It is a good time to change the duvet as I am doing the bedding"
It is agreed that we will graduate from the summer duvet.
I go into the spare room and settle down to work.

A minute later my husband appears.
"Where are the clean sheets?"
How can I resist the offer of someone else making the bed?
I find the bedding and settle down to work.

Rats, the mouse is downstairs.
I go downstairs to get the mouse.
I remember the notes I wrote in my notebook.
Feeling pleased I take the notebook from my bag and go back upstairs,
picking up the pillowcase that has fallen off the banisters.
I sit down and settle down to work.
The mouse is still downstairs.

I get the mouse.
I can not even have chocolate, as lunch was late and tea will be early.
It is one of those days....

My husband appears
"Do you remember how much I need to pay? You wrote it down."
"I have no idea where?
He looks at my notes.
"You wrote it there...."
He spots the required figure and departs.
I open the file and settle down to work.

A notification comes up, that the power is low and the computer is about to go to sleep...
I go downstairs and get the power lead,
and settle down to work.

A voice floats up the stairs, "Do you want a coffee?"
"Yes please"
"Where is your cup?
"Here"
"Well bring it down then!"
I take my cup downstairs.
The washing has finished its 90 minute cycle.
I hang the washing outside.
The garden looks beautiful in the sunshine... I drink my coffee in the garden.

I go back upstairs and settle down to work.

How does anything ever get done?
It is a mystery!

Here endeth the fourth day.

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Wake up call

Every Wednesday during term time my slumbers are rudely disturbed as it is Open the Book day, which entails an early start.  I cannot leave my waking to chance, so it is the one day I use an alarm.  At 7:00am it is activated. To be precise two alarms spring into action, as my husband also sets his.  For years my husband has been an early riser.  However, as I am not a lark by any stretch of the imagination, I have perfected my ability to sleep through his automated wake-up call.  When my own phone is suddenly playing a strange tune right next to my ear, I am unable to sleep through that.  My first thought is usually 
"What on earth is that strange noise? I hope someone turns it off before it wakes me up!"
Oddly no-one does turn it off, so I start to wake up thinking 
"What IS that awful sound!"  
Initially, my brain does not even register it as an alarm, I just think that it is some weird noise.
Eventually, I am awake up enough to grasp that it is actually an alarm. My alarm! And off we go into the wonderful world bringing the Old Testament to life to First School children, and today's realisation that I cannot simultaneously hold a script and fire a bow and arrow!  In desperation, I chucked it where I wanted it to go.... 

This evening was our first evening session of the Mission Shaped Ministry Course in Cradley, a call to the church to wake up to Fresh Expressions of church. 

Pink heart-shaped balloons festooned the venue which we assumed that they had been left over from some party earlier in the day.

We were looking at God’s mission, considering how important it is and where we fit in.  The group comes from a variety of church backgrounds, which brings a range of views to the discussions, allowing us to hear ideas we might not have considered.  

The programme this evening included a very moving clip about the work at Zac's Place in Swansea. Afterwards, we were asked what understanding of God shaped this particular Fresh Expression.

 


At the end of the evening, we were each given one of the beautiful balloons to take away.  

Later I spotted some people going into a pub with a bunch of five identical looking balloons.  Was this coincidence, or had love been in action before the participants even reached the end of the High Street?


Love - keep it or give it away?  

Here endeth the third day.

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Minuting the Minutiae

The KHT is off college, with a croaky voice and weariness. Yesterday was her work experience day, which she loves, but afterwards she was so worn out that she collapsed in a heap on the settee and let TV programmes wash over her.


After some decidedly chilly September weather, October feels warmer. As I walked home golden leaves rained down from on high. Around the estates, council workers were tittivating the town  - strimming banks, trimming hedges and removing graffiti. The cynic in me wonders if some royal has decided to pay a visit, or more likely they haven't over spent the landscape budget yet, and are using up the surplus in a hurry, before it disappears into a pothole, or two.

Just before the end of lessons we popped over to a nearby school to hand our letters inviting the students to an after-school club which begins next week.  We got a lovely reception, as many of the children easily recognised us, and were eager to sign up.

After a quick cup of coffee, Operation Border Replanting swung into action.  The positioning of a shrub was a key decision. Technically it is too big for the bed, but it looks so lovely as it catches the sun and has all year interest. We chucked the rule book on garden design on the compost heap and decided it was a worth the compromise.  

The grasses have been divided, the leggy pansies and past-their-best-lobelia are already contributing to next years compost.

The pond was constructed soon after we moved into the house, and came with a whole load of plants.  These included specimens like Carex Buchananii, which we would probably never have considered. One website describes this plant as looking "strangely like hair." In fact it is so strange that we thought it was dead and nearly threw it away.  It only survived because we saw some elsewhere, and realised that it was actually supposed to look like dead hair. We have grown rather fond of our hair-like grass, and named it after a certain American politician.  
Well, dear old  Carex Buchananii nearly came to a sticky end again, because we overlooked it in the replanting.  I had put all the tools away and was tidying up when I noticed it still lying on the flower bed, rather than snugly in it!

This evening we went bellringing in the nearby village that has a name no-one thought twice about before Father Ted...

Most of today was not very significant, but together these small unimportant moments join together to construct my day.  Without words, everything would still have happened just as it did. The leaves would still float on the autumn breeze. The sun would still shine through the leaves on the trees. Nasturtiums will still be bragging with their bright blooms. The squirrel would still be swearing at whatever was currently causing offence, from a vantage point high in the boughs of an oak tree. However, no-one else would know. They may experience similar, but they would be unaware of what small events form a typical day in the life of a Daffodil.  

Weeks, even months can pass without me writing a blog.  The longer the gap, the harder it is to write, as I set a standard that requires sentences of grammatical perfection, and fail... Then there is the detail to consider.  Are the events of the day worthy of being recorded?  If the insignificant is not shared, then the slightly more important may suffer the same fate.  Before we know it, regular occurrences are ignored. Soon to be followed by a casual disregard for the unusual.  Then we find ourselves oblivious to the spectacular.  

Do not let yourself be drawn into this blindness.  Watch the leaves make their unique journey, from the leafy heavens to the ground below. Glory in the colours of October, the vibrant and the muted. Breathe in the musty fermenting odours of fragrant decomposition.  Treasure the day. Minute the minutiae.

Here endeth the second day.

Monday, 9 October 2017

The joys of ambling…

Monday is my day off.   Monday is also a day of innocence, when I have not got round to looking at the calendar and acknowledged what deadlines are approaching.  After all, why sacrifice the moment, when it can be savoured.

Today had been potentially earmarked as a ‘garden day’.  Work needs doing before the ground gets too cold, but sufficient had been achieved over the weekend.  We determined that the soil improver, purchased at £2 a bag from the Household Waste and Recycling Centre to help lighten the clay, needed a day to settle. With the sense of urgency reduced we departed on a fact-finding mission to the glories of the gardens at Hidcote.



While the trees are still quite green, Hidcote was looking decidedly autumnal. Some borders had already been quite heavily pruned. The irises, for instance, had been cut down to just an inch or so.  

Because of the cloud cover, the plants were still embellished with early morning droplets of dew and rain, looking very attractive despite the lack of sunshine.




We admired some low-level plants with pretty leaves. 


 

Hidcote is somewhat lacking in plant labels, so a nearby gardener was asked if he could offer an identification.  He confessed that he was just a volunteer, but he was certain that 'the guy in the hat' a few yards further on would have the answer.  Words of wisdom were sought from 'the guy in the hat'.  He came to examine the plant.  
He paused.  
"I know it begins with A...."
He pondered. 
All the other volunteers stopped work and looked expectantly at their chief, waiting with anticipation.  Would he pass this test of plant identification?  
From deep within his floral memory bank he retrieved an answer. 
"Achilliea" he pronounced triumphantly.  
The volunteers smiled happily and continued their tasks, satisfied that their boss had passed the test.  

The sun shone even brighter.

We treated ourselves to some soup in the cafe.
"It is cabbage soup", said the assistant apologetically. It contained cheese, so what was not to like! The accompanying bread was good too!

October is one of the 2 major birthday months in our family, so having enjoyed the glories of Hidcote, we headed off to find a garden centre, as they usually stock a good range of birthday cards. The National Trust do sell cards, but they weren’t quite what was required.  We discovered a new-to-us garden centre just outside Stratford.  I mananged to solve several birthday dilemas, but I cannot tell you what my purchases were, for these things must be revealed first to the recipient - one of the major rule’s of birthdays!

So an 'amble'y day, was also a successful day.  

After dinner I remembered Sunday, so out came the Concordances, as I started to look at the reception Jesus got at the beginning of his ministry.


Here endeth the first day, of the week.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

How Well Do you know Jo?

For the benefit of those who cannot resist taking meaningless quizzes on Facebook, here is yet another one - go on you know you want to!
The passage is Genesis 41:1-46. It was written for one of our morning services, as we are doing a series on Joseph, but it never got used. It is too good to waste, so I will let you enjoy the challenge. Let me know how well you do!



1. After he was released from prison how long was it before the cupbearer remembered Joseph?
a)  Two days.
b)  Two hours
c)  Two months
d)  Two years

2.  In his first dream where was Pharaoh standing?
a)  In the queue at Tesco.
b)  In a cornfield.
c)  Outside his palace, 
d)  beside the Nile

3.  What animals appeared to him first in his first dream
a)  Six dancing Pink elephants,  
b)  Seven well-fed cows.
c)  A flock of sheep 
d)  Seven thin cows

4. What happened to these first animals?
a)  They went to a disco.
b)  They got eaten by thin cows.
c)  They turned into pyramids.
d)  They went swimming in the river.

5. The king had a dream about ears of corn, what happened to the thin ears of corn
a)  They listened very carefully to Pharaoh.
b)  They ate the fat ears of corn.
c)  They got turned into breakfast cereal.
d)  They ate all the cows

6. The cupbearer had a confession to make...
a)  He had drunk all the wine.
b)  He had spilt the wine.
c)  He had forgotten about Joseph.
d)  He had forgotten to order the wine.

7. Before Joseph appeared before the king, 
a)  He shaved and changed his clothes.
b)  He drank some wine to celebrate.
c)  He read up on dream interpretation.
d)  He updated his Facebook status

8. What did Joseph tell the pharaoh that the dreams meant?
a)  There would be seven years of plenty followed by seven years of famine.
b)  He needed to buy another seven cows 
c)  Seven was Pharoah's lucky number
d)  Pharaoh was going to reign for seven more years

9. What did the King appoint Joseph to do?
a)  Ride around in his chariot.
b)  Write songs with Graham Kendrick.
c)  Run a centralised food supply management system for the next fourteen years.
d)  To be a prince

10. What personal possession did the king give to Joseph as a symbol of his authority to act on behalf of the King?
a)  A toy cow.
b)  A field of wheat
c)  A ring 
d)  His shoes

Answers below....



1 d, 2 d, 3 b, 4 b, 5 b, 6 c, 7 a, 8 a, 9 c, 10 c. Award yourself one point for each correct answer.

11 points
I think you were a bit creative with your scoring.

10 points
I bet you know the words of EVERY song from 'Joseph and his Amazing Technicoloured Dreamcoat'..."Close every door to me...."

9 points
Great attempt, have an extra point for honest scoring.

8 points
I hope you weren't there on Sunday if you didn't get them all right!

7 points
Did you think seven was the answer to everything?

6 points
Keep taking those quizzes, you may get the hang of them yet!

5 points
Thanks for dropping by.

4 points
Maybe you are not too good at addition....

3 points
Doctrinally sound if nothing else...

2 points
You were not really trying, were you?

1 point
Do not take up baking. It will all end in tears.

0 points
Try a quiz on Ecclesiastes, because it is all pointless.....
...and not for the right reasons.

Minus figures
Something has gone wrong. Please try again...

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Yesterday's Treasure

Destination Wembury - our fav beach of the summer.  Just one problem - the car park is full and, as there is a wedding later, the church car park is unavailable. There are residential streets where we could park, but that doesn't seem fair, so we decide to head off to South Milton. The forecast is fair, but even if the main car park is full there should be space in the overflow field. We ponder further. The lack of parking at our original destination provides the opportunity to go somewhere new.  Wembury is the easy option - free car park for National Trust members, facilities and a cafe if we choose to use it. So we divert to Mothecombe - a place we had long intended to visit. The beach is accessed through a private estate, and until recently access has been restricted to a few days a week.  To date these days had never coincided with good weather, us remembering and having the inclination to go to an unknown destination. Today was going to be different.  We negotiate the narrow lanes, paid our £4.50 and unpacked the car. We knew from the online beach guide that the only loos were close to the car park, so it was essential to take advantage of these before we embarked on our walk to the beach.

A sign on the gate of the Schoolhouse Cafe directed us to the rear of the building. We then followed the footpath down the hill, past a field where an event was being set up. The workers looked rather warm as they laboured under the sun.  We passed through trees and suddenly the most beautiful beach was there in front of us.  We set up our chairs close to the high water mark. This was not a place where we would find sea glass, as it was too far from any major settlements.  However, there were some fascinating groups of people to watch, including those who dressed up, rather than down, to go in the sea. I overheard one of them say as they walked past
"Just remember, if anyone asks we are doing this for charity...!"

After lunch the family on the edge of the beach packed up and left, so we moved over to the spot they had vacated.  Shortly afterwards four small boys aged from about 3 upwards approached us.
"Excuse me, our rock is under your groundsheet. Would you mind if we get it ?"
Who could possibly refuse such a request?  We duly moved our groundsheet, but could see no sign of a rock.
"Are you sure it is here?" we asked.
"Oh yes. It is buried it in the sand. We need to dig it up."
The treasure hunters started digging. I looked at the smooth sand.
"The sand here has not been disturbed today, are you sure it is here?"
They gave me a look. The sort of look you give someone who should understand, but somehow does not.
"That is because we buried it yesterday!"
Dad was growing increasingly uneasy about their excavations close to our sitting place.
"Can't you find another rock?"
"But Dad, it is Fergus' rock.  We have to find it!"
"Well Fergus will just have to have another rock"
They struck rock, and the digging continued with renewed enthusiasm.
"We have found it!" They were delighted.  However finding rock is not the same as digging up a  rock. For all we knew it could have been part of the substructure of the beach. However, following further instruction from their father, they agreed that Fergus would be satisfied with a substitute and departed, leaving behind the evidence of their excavations.

The other strange thing was that there were about 4 large family groups of orthodox Jews on the beach, notable by their distinctive clothing. The older boys and men wore white shirts and black trousers, some changed into grey shorts to bathe in the sea.  The girls seemed to wear the same clothing as their sisters, and paddled and splashed around in their matching dresses. It seemed a good way of keeping track of your offspring. The ladies paddled in tights and most had their heads covered. We had seen some Jews on the beach at Wembury, but I do not think I have ever seen such a large number in any one place before. By 5 o'clock I estimated there were about 120 people on the beach, of which over 60 were Orthodox Jews - easily identifiable by their distictive clothing.  It made me wonder, if there had been 60 Christians on that beach, would anyone have known?

We watched the waves swell up the river, there were dark clouds to the east.

As we returned we could see that the event was an open air cinema, but apparently, it was sold out. I later found this Link.
What a fantastic setting to sit and watch a film under the stars. Even if the view would not be visible in the dark, it would still be a magical setting.

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Border Crossing

The forecast was indifferent.  Definitely NOT beach weather!  We cogitated. We deliberated.  A plan of action was required, but where shall we go? Finally it was decreed that we would cross the border into Cornwall and visit some of the south eastern corner of that county - the bit most people bypass on their way to more exotic locations, such as Newquay, Padstow or St Ives.
"Would you rather go by ferry or use the bridge?" we asked the KHT.
"The Bridge" declared that romantic little soul.  There was a pause, and then she said quietly, "But is IS a long time since I have been on a ferry. Let's go by ferry and return by the bridge."  Thinking that returning is always a good plan, we readily agreed to this scheme.  However, the Sat nav seemed a bit uncertain about our proposal.
"Have you allowed 'tolls' and 'ferrys'?" I enquired. We didn't want the poor thing having a nervous breakdown each time we crossed the river. Buttons were pressed,and seemed to indicate that 'the woman' would allow our journery, but the sat nav was still not certain. It hasn't entirely forgiven me for yesterdays mishap, when I accidentally ejecting the sd card containing the memory banks of the the sat nav, whilst trying to recharge my phone.  So it came to pass that we had to resort to the old fashioned method of map reading, and following road signs whils negotiating Plymouth.  Great joy!

We knew we didn't want the continental ferry (our plans were not that ambitious), but signs to the ferry to Cornwall were few and far between.  It was not until I looked at the map more closely that I remembered that Torpoint was in Cornwall, so all we had to do was follow Torpoint signs.... There was a fair old queue for the ferry, but we were soon loaded on, and crossing the Tamar. Once this was accomplished the satnav forgave us and started behaving again...

We headed to Mount Edgcumbe, as it sounded rather interesting, but when we arrived it didn't feel like what we were looking for - though what exactly that was none of us were certain!  We consulted the map once more, and decided to head up to Rame Head. The route took us up some very, very, very narrow lanes.  However when we arrived at the car park we knew we had made the right decision as it was absolutely stunningly beautiful.




After lunch we joined other tourists on the pilgrimage to the ancient 13th century chapel and admired the views. Afterwards we stopped off at the coastgard observation station to chat with the volunteers, who keep watch and log boats entering Plymouth Sound. While we were there some of the leading boats from this years Fastnet Race passed by.  The lighthouse on Eddystone rock was clearly visible today.
"How far away do you think that is?" they asked the KHT.
"About 10 miles" she guessed.
They were impressed. Most people guess 2 miles, instead of the 8 and a half miles, which it is. I must admit it looked a lot nearer than that.

We paused to admire the simple stone church at Rame, which appears to be lit only by candles.
By now the sun had broken through, so we stopped by at Kingsand to enjoy a sneaky sit on the beach in the sunshine, whilst the KHT collected more sea glass.





We headed back over the Tamar Bridge, admiring the beautiful sceenery. Later when I looked a my photographs, I noted that the Tamar Bridge was built as recently as 1961! That must have been a vintage year!


Sunday, 6 August 2017

Glassy Conversations

On Wednesday afternoon we found ourselves in the unenviable position of considering renaming our home 'Spring House', as water suddenly began bubbling up from one of the corners at the front of our house.  After ten rather worrying hours the water board appeared and solved the problem. The water sorted, we headed off to the coast....

Saturday was sunny and I spent a few hours happily wandering around the beach collecting sea glass. Occasionally I get the odd person commenting on my haul, usually it is fellow collectors.  However for some reason today I was being interrogated by men...

Man 1 "Are you collecting stones? Here is one for your collection."
Me "No, I am collecting sea glass," and show him the zip and seal bag containing my treasures.
Man 1 "I collect stones, and then I get a hot glue gun and stick them on to a glass tree."
Me - "Oh lovely."  Meanwhile, I am thinking I really hope the end result looks better than it sounds...

Man 2 (American) "What are you collecting?"
Me - "Sea glass" and I show him the same zip and seal bag.
Man 2 "Ah green stones... What are you going to do with them?"
Me "They will go in a jar on my windowsill to remind me of my holiday."

Later on my travels around the beach, I encounter the first man again. He looks at my collection.
Man 1 "If those were emeralds I would have to mug you..."
Me  "Fortunately they are just sea glass." 

The American greets me again. 
Man 2 "You have got a good collection there.  I have started my daughter collecting sea glass too. Have you got on words of advice for her?"
Me (think, yes, make sure you don't wear a low cut top...)  "Just tell her to keep looking. You only see the glass when it catches the light, so you do turn round and walk back over ground you have covered and you will see glass that you didn't notice the first time."

Today we went to another beach, and no-one commented on my collecting.
Now I will wait until we are home, to discover what is real glass, and what is mere imitation.







Saturday, 29 July 2017

Recipe For Success


Take regular intervals of sunshine.
Visit a beach location, preferably one with a mixture of sand, shingle and small stones.  A few large rocks could be beneficial, but by no means essential.  Add a falling tide and an appropriate receptacle and off you go, searching for sea glass, which is an excellent excuse to wander around a beach, enjoy the sunshine and accidentally overhear fascinating snippets of conversations...
"I think we always have this inaccurate idea of what a beach should be like..."(sat among the seaweed)
"I have no idea why you are still with him..." (beach counselling)
or the one that totally bemused me
"Don't get your clothes dirty, we are going on holiday in a few days..." #whatiswrongwiththebeach? Wherecouldyougothatisbetterthanthis?

Rural beaches are perfect for a quiet relaxing day, but if they are miles from any significant amout of housing there will not be much sea glass to be found. Instead chose a location just outside a town where drunks and the odd optimistic message sender may have cast their containers into the depths, only for them to have been dashed to pieces on nearby rocks and smoothed into sea glass by the combined actions of sea and sand.

In my experience green glass is easiest to find, it glows in the sunlight and stands out most clearly among the pebbles, sand and assorted detritus. Clear glass is also common, but the action of the ocean and abrasions from sand, shingle or rock turn clear glass increasingly opaque until it impossible to distinguish from a pebble. Amber and brown glass are the next most commonly found colours.  Orange glass needs careful checking to ensure it isn't actually plastic.  Red and deep blue discoveries are the sapphire and garnets of the sea glass discoveries - rare and precious.

Good colour vision is desirable.  My poor colour blind husband doesn't stand a chance of seeing the green glass, for him, it does not sparkle.  Interestingly, where there is a good supply of clear glass he is better at spotting that than I am.

Sometimes other items of interest find their way into my collection  - an interestingly shaped stone, a bottle top or best of all, a rusty hinge...

As you wander along the beach you spot the glass because of how the sun sparkles. A falling tide is best, as the glass shines most brightly when it is wet.
"Hmm," observes my husband, "You gather what is left behind?"
I pondered. Actually, I discover what has been revealed.  No matter how many times I walk across this beach, there will always be pieces I have not noticed before. It is a bit like a passage of scripture. You may feel that know each word, but each time you read it, some fresh insight will be revealed, like a piece of glass reflecting sunlight.

A fellow collector admires a piece of orange glass in my zip and seal bag.
"Did you find that today?"  I confirm that I have. As I pick up each bit I always wonder how the glass came to be in the sea.  Was this orange bit once part of a car indicator light? Is it actually glass?  How long has this bit been in the sea?  Mysteries of the deep, dredged up for our delight and fascination!

Not all discoveries have happy endings. I wonder what Prince Charming made of this discovery?  Actually, it looks more like the shoe worn by a pantomime prince that a Cinderella.  Meanwhile, someone has some sole searching to do...and that is not a fishy pun!

Thursday, 11 May 2017

17 out of 16 aint bad!

Like most things it began as a 'good idea', and migrated to  being 'a very good idea'.  In the cold light of dawn (well 8am) on a wet May Day Bank Holiday Monday, it had developed to being a 'we must be bonkers' sort of idea, as we set off - destination Oxfordshire, for the Open Day organised by the Bicester Branch, of the Oxford Diocesan Guild of Bellringers. Yes, for the first time in over two decades we were off on what ringers refer to as 'a tower grab', the opportunity to ring at a few new towers. Sixteen to be precise! In order to acheive this we had to move on from tower to tower, keeping up with the advertised schedule, travelling in what appeared to be ever decreasing circles around Bicester, but if you knew the area, was probably a very well thought out route.


We had intended to be on the road by 7:30am, but I am not a morning person, so that ambition had always been a tad optimistic!  The forecast indicated that the weather would improve. I took this photo at the traffic lights in Henley in Arden, as the skies were lightening, the glowing roofs indicating that change was on the way - and not just with the bells...

Our first stop was Finmere a 10cwt ground floor ring of 3 with ropes falling almost in a straight line. We purchased our £15 day tickets, which would authorise us to ring at all the towers open on the day, rather than pay £1 per tower, gambling that we would ring at all sixteen. The proceeds were for a good cause, so we were happy to be reckless...

At the first tower Plain Hunt was the extent of our ambitions. Some ringers do not bother with the rings of 3 and 4, but other than Open Days it is quite hard to get the chance to ring at towers with fewer than 5 bells, and you never know how well they have been maintained.  If there is sufficient local interest in bells they usually get augmented.







Souldern, was our second tower -  a light weight ring of six, with a tenor at 7-3-6. By now the sun had put in an appearance.  Beside the main path was a timely reminder concerning the potential slipperyness of the footpath.

The steward on duty advised us that we might need to wait as they had carried a gentlement who used a wheel chair up the tower.  Shortly afterwards, a procession of ringers trooped down the spiral staircase carrying two wheels, a seat and the occupant  - who was carried over the shoulder of his capable accomplice...This duo proceeded to ring at most of the towers on the day.  I was reminded of their determination when faced with the odd ladder to climb.  If they could manage, how could I not?

Fritwell, a 7cwt ring of four was next. Our last 'tower grab' was about 21 years ago, and navigation was by OS map.  Today we were using postcodes in the satnav to locate the towers. Here our navigation miscalculated slightly as we ended up in a close near by, and had a little bit of a walk to the church but we found it.. and a quicker way back to the car afterwards!  We could have stopped for refreshments, but we were on a mission with a schedule to keep to...and the loo was occupied.












Caversfield  was our next destination.  We spotted a row of cars as we entered the village, wound down our windows and could clearly hear the bells.  Here Stedman came to grief, but Plain Bob was successful.



Stratton Audley an 11 and a  half cwt ring of 5 were challenging.  Only one of the bells was not on plain bearings. On the bright side the church had a loo, which was much appreciated! When we met the Steward at another tower later he asked gleefully how we had liked the "gorilla bells" and yes, strong arms were definitely an asset there!

Outside the pub was a massive carved chair  which the KHT tried a for size.

Launton, a light (6-3-21) riing of six were next, accessed up an external metal staircase and then a short flight of stone steps into one of the cosiest ringing chambers I have ever visited.



Ludgershall a ring of 5 with a tenor just under 10cwt were next.  They were rung from a ringing floor accessed under the stone arches.

Below the ringing floor was a vestry type room, with these amazing carved doors.





The church also had oil lamps similar to where I ring, only these had been converted to electricity - don't tell Phil!






Brill was the last tower before lunch.  A very picturesque village with a very pleasant green featuring a very unsympathetically converted chapel, that just made you want to shout

"NO!"

It is sad enough when sacred buildings are converted, but to try and turn it into a suburban style home with integral garage really, really, really really does not work! The idyllic location just added insult to injury!










However, the church did have a very nice modern window inside.
This was a ground floor ring, so no climbing spidery staircases, or rickety ladders.
Cambridge was a surprise, in that it staggered to an unsatisfactory conclusion...






Lunch was eaten overlooking the magnificent windmill at Brill, before moving on to join the post lunch queue at Piddington.















Ambrosian, Charlton on Otmoor Bletchingdon, all merge into one, but I was taken with this sign on the screen at one of the churches "You are now entering the Mission field" - a salutary reminder!
















The last tower listed was Bicester - we arrived just as the heavens opened, though from the look of the pavements this wasn't the first shower. to have passed by that afternoon. We had been watching the increasingly darkening skies for sometime, but the rain only reached us at the previous tower.

The Guild had booked the last tower, Kirtlington, for some event that didn't happen, or didn't happen there, I am not quite sure which!  As it was booked they tagged it on to the end of the Open Day.  We would have been well pleased to have got all sixteen towers, so to ring at seventeen out of sixteen was a great achievement!

Thanks to those who arranged the route, gave up their time to open the towers and to those who rang with us on the day.  The countryside was beautiful, the towers were interesting and the ropes were mainly long.  It was a great way to spend an indifferent Bank Holiday. How long until our next tower grab I wonder...?