Ghouls
Our
usual Quiz night had a Halloween theme and the whole place was decorated with skeletons,
bats etc. No quips about not needing a
mask!
We
had lots of trick or treaters, with some children preferring fruits to sweets.
Gardening
I offered to help out some adults with special needs
with their new allotment. It’s a great
space with a large shed and even a compost toilet.
This month’s flower arrangement task was a single
flower, the gerbera, and green foliage from the garden.
My gardening club held a Bring and Buy sale, from
which I purchased some more plants, plus a World Fruit and Veg quiz where exotic
species were placed on a map where they grew for us to name, or guess in may
case,
The next session was a talk by David Aldred on
the Washburn Valley, an area of Yorkshire where I have taken many a ramble from being a
child. David’s presentation was really
interesting and entertaining, all the more so by his use of superb photographs
which he had taken himself. The talk
covered the geography, history and wildlife of the area, including many
interesting facts that were new to me. I
have listed and illustrated several for those readers who are familiar with the
area.
The river Washburn and the numerous reservoirs
gave rise to much industry, as well as agriculture.
Some think that the village of Blubberhouses is
so called because children as young as 6 were brought here from orphanages and
workhouses and set to work in the mills for more than 60 hours per week and
could be heard to blubber (cry). Others say, and indulge me here, it is from
the blueberries which grew there or from the
former inn, the Blue Boar. However,
early spellings include "Bluburgh", from the Anglo-Saxon word burh for fort or from the word berg
for mountain. Other early spellings
include "Bluborrow", "Bluburhouse", (1172) "Bluberhusum".
These may come from the Anglo-Saxon bluberhūs = "the house(s)
which is/are at the bubbling stream", with a later regularised
plural; the -um form came from the Anglo-Saxon dative plural case æt bluberhūsum
= "at the houses which ...".
Old boundary stones for estates and parishes are
still found here.
Bronze age tree of life
stones
There are the remains of an old Roman road.
Old buildings such as farm houses and hunting
lodges are in evidence and most have now been redeveloped into superior
residences, such as Scow Hall and Swinsty Hall built between 15 - 1600s
At the graveyard at Fewston church, one old tombstone
records the date of death as February 30th.
Thrusscross reservoir was formed by
flooding the village of West End with its mills and cottages.
In the novel In a Dry Season by the English-born, Canadian-based crime writer Peter Robinson, the
fictional village of Hobb's End is the scene of a murder and the old buildings are exposed during a drought, which does actually happen.
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Swinsty Reservoir |
Goodbyes
All too soon it is the end of the season at the coast for this year, but we have had some good fun .
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The last bus |
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The ladder from the cliff to the beach has been taken up |
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and even the tide has gone out |
The annual Scooter Rally was held in Bridlington;
the mods are now pensioners!
More Goodbyes
I
have also attended a couple of funerals in the past weeks of people, both of
whom were gregarious and big-hearted. Listening to the tributes which enumerated
their many qualities, I wondered what words would be spoken about me; not that
I would be there to hear them.
Writing
I submitted a travel article to the Telegraph Just Back competition, without success. The pieces I produced at my writers group should be read out on local radio shortly. This means I have earned my badge for this month.
To date I have had 1207 hits on my blog.
Reading: Just
started Escape to the Country by
fellow blogger Patsy Collins. Loving the
pace of it.
Good
Intentions
Healthy
Writers Club Managed to be more active by doing some aggressive
gardening and moving about to an exercise DVD to amuse
the grandchildren during half term.
Now that that Winter is fast approaching and
we have turned the clocks back,I am going to make a determined effort not to
hibernate but to embrace the season.