Reading during lockdown

Lockdown has given me time to do things that I have got out of the habit of doing regularly.  Thankfully the weather has been lovely and I got back into the habit of reading every day.  In fact Ive spent many happy hours , in the garden, with my head stuck in a book, like I used to do when I was younger.  Some of the books that have kept me ut of mischief are pictured above.

Who Owns England was a real eye opener.  William the Konk handed out land like sweeties to reward his loyal nobles and this hereditary land is still in the landed gentries hands.  Next came : 

The British Enclosure Acts removed the prior rights of local people to rural land they had often used for generations. As compensation, the displaced people were commonly offered alternative land of smaller scope and inferior quality, sometimes with no access to water or wood. The lands seized by the acts were then consolidated into individual and privately owned farms, with large, politically connected farmers receiving the best land. Often, small landowners could not afford the legal and other associated costs of enclosure and so were forced out.

A typical round of enclosure began when several, or even a single, prominent landholder initiated it … by petition to Parliament.… [T]he commissioners were invariably of the same class and outlook as the major landholders who had petitioned in the first place, [so] it was not surprising that the great landholders awarded themselves the best land and the most of it, thereby making England a classic land of great, well-kept estates with a small marginal peasantry and a large class of rural wage labourers.

Then of course theres the land commandeered for the forces.  A great many areas of England were compulsory purchased and some whole villages emptied for use for army training during the second world war – never to be given back.

Lists of landowners are amount of land they own are in the book.  These were gained by the freedom of information act but some areas are hard to obtain information for.

A great website for this topic = https://whoownsengland.org

 

The Idea of the Brain is a look at how the brain has been studied and what we have so far learnt, which is not a great deal. It details the “advances” we have made so far.  A lot of it was over my head but its very informative and made me realise what an interconnected, complicated organ it is and that my generation will never know how it works.

Permanent Record was eye opening.  I know that governments can now keep tabs on us, but to read what Edward Snowdon found and how he has suffered for blowing the whistle, is scary.  Its autobiographical and because of that very readable.

Outgrowing God is another brilliant book by Richard Dawkins.  Ive read many of his books and find them all very logical, scientific and readable.  Plenty of scientific logical thoroughly well thought out explanations why there cannot be a god.  This along with a history of religion and how it has been used.  ( twisted, turned and mainly made up)!

The Cedar Cage was a weird one for me but I bought it because its based on the Norfolk coast near Wells on Sea, which is an area Im familiar with and love.  A bit of a ghost story.

Wild Hares and Hummingbirds is a lovely relaxing read all about a village in the Somerset Levels – its countryside and wildlife.

The Salt Path is another great read.  This is about a couple who loose their lovely farm home, through no fault of their own.  The husband has a incurable disease but they decide, as they are homeless, they may as well pack rucksack and go and walk the South Coast Path, from North Devon, through Cornwall and finish in Dorset.  The story is about how they survive, who they meet and how they cope. 

Next book 

Covid 19/Lockdown

So here we are at the end of week 7 of lockdown.   I have quite enjoyed it in a funny sort of way, but Im one of the lucky ones with a house and a front and back garden, a husband who is my best friend and a dog who is also my best friend!  Its been lovely and quiet.  The airport is silent, even though it’s not normally intrusive for us, it is noticeable that there are no flights in or out of Leeds Bradford airport.  So I’ve done loads of gardening and loads of online shopping!  I’ve walked, cycled, read, cleaned and completed lots of jobs that needed doing but i just never got around to them.

Above are some of the most peaceful scenes I’ve come across whilst out on my bike.  The top one is looking over to the airport which is just full of parked up planes.  The second is of a deer I saw whilst cycling through the Harewood estate.  Next looking across newly ploughed fields where the Red Kites circled above. A mother with her foal, more horses and beyond the silent airport.  Ending with a map of my ride that day.  

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Theres so much beauty all around from the bluebells in Adel church, to the deer beyond my bike and on the path at Harewood to the gorgeous blossom on the trees.  The lock down has given me more “down” time to appreciate these things.

It could just be something as simple as a blackbird taking a dip on my patio or the thousands of tadpoles we get in our pond every year.  (Where do they all go?)



Or the mighty beautiful awe inspiring trees that I pass under on my local walks.

And then theres the wildlife – mainly birds…..but that’s for another post.

Daffodils in memory of Hilda Mary Gibson Nee Fishwick 7/1/1924 – 3/1/2015

Spring is on its way and every March when the daffodils start to raise their sunny heads, I get a lump in my throat because they remind me so much of my Mum.  I don’t know if other cities are the same, but all over North Leeds where I live, there appear thousands upon thousand of daffodils – everywhere.  At the side of the ring road and other major roads, on roundabouts, in church yards, on verges, open areas of grass and in patches in the most unlikely places.  Mum and Dad used to travel over to see us, from Southport, a town known for its flowers but Mum \used to wax lyrical about our daffodil displays.  I can hear here now!

Below are photos of Adel church – a beautiful area to sit and just contemplate.

I once had a boss who said she hated yellow and daffodils – would never dream of wearing yellow or buying any yellow flowers!  It has to be said she was a massive snob, so probably thought they were cheap, bright, bold and in  your face.  Could be me that!!! haha.  Probably why we always clashed.  I was always being called a “bold child” by a nun at my convent boarding school because I was always questioning things.  As I sit and type this, I have a T shirt on with big bold, bright yellow daisies.

 

And here are photos of daffodils by the side of the road and on verges next to pavements.  Happy days MUM. XXXX

 

Good Craft Beer Places in Leed

So, Mike and I are always on the lookout for some nice places to go for craft beer.  I suppose all beer is actually “crafted”, but in this instance I mean Keg beer as opposed to Cask Ale.  Cask Ale is generally referred to as Real Ale, although I’d argue all ale is “Real”.  Cask Ale or Real Ale is live, meaning it’s still fermenting and unpasteurised.  It needs careful looking after and doesn’t last as long as Keg.  Its supposed to be served at a temperature of around 11 -13C.  Its pulled through the hand pump from the cask by gravity, so its flat.  in the North of England, people generally like a “head” on their beer. It’s generally a clear liquid and you will hear people complaining when its cloudy.  You can often get a bad pint of “Real Ale”.

Craft beer as Keg beer is generally referred too, is colder, often cloudy and pasteurised, so no bad pint!  Its easier to keep and the quality is more uniform.  It is served from a “tap” and comes from the keg with the help of CO2.  I find it really tasty compared to Real Ale and I also find it more refreshing.  There has been a massive boom in the craft beer industry, with hundreds of small breweries popping up all over the country.  

In Leeds, Northern Monk and North Breweries are two of the bigger ones.  North, have several bars and a Tap Room and Northern Monk has a lovely Refectory in Holbeck and one in Manchester.  Find links at the bottom of this post.

Recently, we went to town to try out a few of the places that have a good selection of craft beer.  

The Assembly Underground is where Carpe Dieum used to be.  The place has had a make over and there are several street food outlets along with a veritable plethora of keg beers and a few real ales.  Its a really lively place, great atmosphere and the burgers are to die for.  Theres also a little cocktail room if that’s your thing.

There’s also Tapped on Boar Lane that brew their own beer and have loads of others too.  They serve rather nice pizzas.

We found a rather nice pub called the Bankers Cat also on Boar Lane.  Not so many keg beers but a nice atmosphere.  Loads of gorgeous mahogany on show.

These are just a few of the lovely drinking hole in Leeds.  Below are links to other fabulous places we’ve frequented.

https://northernmonk.com                                                                                                                   

https://www.northbrewing.com/

https://www.thehopshack.co.uk/

http://kirkstallbridge.co.uk/?LMCL=u3bhAB

https://www.assemblyunderground.com/

http://tappedleeds.co.uk

 

 

squash tonight!

So to carry on with the getting fit vein, Ive booked a squash session with Mike tonight! Eek! Not sure how long I will last coz its been a while.

Ive been doing exercises every morning – well nearly every morning – stretching and the dreaded plank. Ive cut down my beer consumption to just Fridays – mostly. The weather has put paid to my cycling every day but i have done a few 8 milers.

I intend to go swimming and ice skating and haven’t yet started pilates but one thing at a time.

I suppose I should weigh myself and make it public to jolt me into keeping it up.

Watch this space.

I AM OBESE!!!!

There I’ve said it and made it public to my shame. Maybe now I will do something about it. I have made a start and hope that anybody that follows me will help, by keeping tabs on me and asking how I’m doing.

This is a photo of me when I was 20. Ffs, look at me, I’m soooo slim.

Ok so 42 years have gone by and I’m not expecting miracles but if i could just loose the fat round my stomach, legs, arms and bum it’d be fab.

This is me now.

I often wear a jacket as it covers a multitude of sins ie: bingo wings and hanging belly!

I made a start back in April by buying a pedal assist bike. I thought cycling being non weight bearing would be a good idea and I love getting out in the country side. I knew I’d never get far in Yorkshire if I didn’t have some assistance when needed, so a pedal assist was vital. With these bikes you can’t just glide along by engaging the battery, you still have to pedal, but its like having a gentle push to help you up those inclines. Mountain bikes were a thing of the past for me and I opted for an old fashioned style of sit up bike. I spent quite a bit on a gorgeous Volt Kensington in powder blue.

I have been out on it several times and have done up to 20 miles but I haven’t been regularly. I do the 9 mile one from my house most often and have done this twice this week. I just need to keep it up.

This week I have been doing a few exercises in the morning before I get dressed. Mostly stretching and the dreaded “plank” which I can only hold for 30 seconds and only three times so far. I can feel the affects so hope its doing something. Now I need to stop eating cakes!!! Must find something I can substitute.

I’ve found a pilates class and will start that this week or next. We’ve found a badminton group in Ilkley who play just for fun so hopefully will take that up again.

Please keep me going folks!!!!!!!!

More Positivity

Moving on from the death of a close family loved one is hard but it just has to be done. I think about her more now than I ever did when she was alive. I regret not spending more time with her but that doesn’t get you anywhere. She was a very practical person and I can hear her speaking in my head :

” get on with your life, savour every minute, do everything you want to do if you can, don’t waste a minute and be happy”.

And that is what I intend to do and writing it here is an affirmation of that.

One of the things that I enjoy is being creative, whether it is writing, gardening, playing my musical instruments, cooking , decorating my home, photography, planning holidays or walks and its one of the things I miss about teaching. I loved thinking up new ways to inspire the kids and planning music or guitar lessons. That is until I felt I was being forced into a box and things had to be done one way and one way only. So I left.

And so at the end of this summer, better late than never, I have spent a great deal of time redesigning my garden. Building raised beds, planting and rearranging. It’s been creative, fun, physically demanding at times, and it kept me feeling positive and fulfilled. Theres still stuff to do, but that’s good. Its been fun wandering around garden centres and trawling the internet for ideas and learning which plants will go where.

The grass is proving difficult. Thats because our dogs wee kills it leaving areas of bare ground, so its very patchy. I have re-seeded one patch with”Aftercut Patch Fix” which is specially recommended for re-seeding areas damaged by urine, with grass types that are supposed to withstand our dogs liquid outpourings!! Nothing much has happened in a week.

The concrete patio looks very drab and weary so I’m looking into coverings for that.

Our raised bed kit came on a very sturdy wooden pallet, which I painted with green fence stain and potted a load of autumnal plants in it – see photo. It looks good and covers up a wall of pebble dash, which i don’t like. We will see how long the plants last in the small pots.

The raised beds took an awful lot of filling with many bags of top soil and compost. Even though the bed comes with a 15 year guarantee, I lined the sides with a pond liner . I’ve planted herbs in them, to use in my recently reawakened love of cooking. (See the first picture – you can also see what I mean about the concrete patio). I also painted the fence with green one coat Cuprinol Fence Paint, but as you can see one coat has not covered it well enough. The fence, it has to be said, is pretty knackered but it belongs to next door. The third picture is of some window boxes I bought and filled with pansies which always seem pretty hardy. The last picture is of my “Wendy House” and the decking we had done a couple of years ago, which makes use of that corner of the garden. I absolutely love my girl cave and spend loads of time in it. I have a little portable gas heater for when its chilly and I do a great deal of my writing in it. As you can see our dog is rather fond of it too and nearly always accompanies me.

The decking need to be kept clean by sweeping and once a year I scrub it with washing up liquid and water, then use a decking protector. I want to get rid of the compost container which you might see in the corner – it looks stupid and we don’t use it. So am considering making it smaller and into a table area or something – watch this space. I think the table and chairs we have at the moment are too big. And Im going to get some nice paving stones for the little path to the house.

Thinking Positive

So I’ve been told many times that i think too much! How can you think too much? I mean thinking is what brains are for! But I know what they mean. I overthink, ruminate, question and wonder and that’s what keeps me awake at night because quite often its all the negative things that I overthink, question, ruminate and wonder about.

Recently, we lost a close family member at 66 years of age, completely unexpectedly and suddenly. It was a massive blow to us all and perhaps a wake up call, that life is precious and precarious. Its made me question loads of things. For instance: how can a person so alive, with so much character, that touched so many hundreds of people, that did so many worthwhile things, that was the cornerstone of a family, that was so full of knowledge so eagerly imparted, be here one minute and gone the next???

I don’t believe in god or the afterlife – its a lovely idea but like Santa and the tooth fairy, a made up idea, to keep people happy and under control. As for formal religions – just don’t get me started!

Now I’m starting to move on because there are no answers only the here and now. I’ve made a promise to myself to start to live my life to the full. to do things that I’ve been saying I’m going to do and to keep in contact with family and friends that I care about. Most of all I’m going to start to think positively.

My Twitter feed is full of tweets about animal cruelty, Brexit, Trump, the oaf that sits in 10 Downing Street at this moment in time, the antics of the far right and racists, climate change, wars, protests etc etc. I like to be informs of things going on in the world and I think its important that i do whatever I can to support things I believe in – even if its only signing petitions or writing to my MP or donating to charity (I always investigate the charity first though to see where my money goes). But I am not going to get bogged down with it all. there’s loads of good going on in the world too.

So today as I walked with one of my best friends – my dog Tetley – I let the wind and rain wash over my face and was glad of it. When the sun came out and spread its rays through the leaves of the hundreds of years old trees, I marvelled at the sparkling diamonds on the lake and the wildfowl that swam on it. I sat for a moment and watched fields of golden wheat blowing in the breeze

“and I thought to myself what a wonderful world”.

Hope University Liverpool Honorary Degree Ceremony.

So back in 1975 I started a three year Certificate of Education course at Notre Dame teacher training college in Liverpool. I think we were the last but one intake for the Cert Ed before it became all degrees. Nowadays students do their main degree and then spend a year learning to teach . I did P.E. as a main for a year, with Drama for three years. All the time with a view to teaching. I did three teaching practices and many school visits for days. I reckon teacher training colleges were better than Universities because they specialised. We spent the majority of our time learning about teaching and educating children.

There were two other colleges that eventually linked with Notre Dame – the history of what eventually became Hope University goes like this:

“175 years ago, our first founding colleges The Church of England’s Warrington Training College (1844) and the Sisters of Notre Dame’s Our Lady’s Training College (1856) were established to provide teacher education for women. A century later, Christ’s College was built opposite S. Katharine’s, where Hope Park is today, admitting its first students in 1964.

By 1980, the colleges had joined to form an ecumenical federation – the Liverpool Institute of Higher Education (LIHE). The late Archbishop Derek Worlock and Bishop David Sheppard wrote of this as being “a sign of hope” (Better Together).

LIHE later became a single, unified College and was given the new name of Liverpool Hope to represent the mission of the college. Liverpool Hope University was born in July 2005, when the Privy Council bestowed the right to use the University title. Research Degree Awarding Powers were granted by the Privy Council in 2009.”

Anyway, to get to the point, as they were celebrating 175 years since the first founding college was founded, the university decided they would award all the teachers who had gained a Cert Ed at one of the colleges, an honorary degree. This in recognition of our years of service in education.

There were 600 of us at the ceremony ranging from 61 years to over 90 year olds. Just imagine how many millions of lives we had all touched. Then 400 more applied to have their degrees posted.

The event was held at the St. Kaths campus – the oldest and most picturesque. Tea on the lawn after was most civilised! Five of us knew each other from 40 years ago and we decided we were all still as mad as we had been, just a little more weathered! As hard as I looked I didn’t recognise anyone else.

It was a really lovely day. Ive never been one for reunions, thinking too much time has passed anti was another life away but I’ve been proved wrong. There is a line that joins us to all parts of our lives, even though you might think you’ve changed a lot, you will still be basically that same 18 year old at heart.

Thank you Liverpool Hope University.

Motorcycle ramblings

So, I went to Harrogate today to pick up some Levis I had ordered from Debenhams – lovely 28mile round trip in mostly sunshine – and got to thinking about the best gear to have on myself and my bike.  I like the look of my bike as it is:

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It’s got nice clean lines and is uncluttered.  I don’t want to put a windscreen on – I’m not a speed freak – I like my fairly leisurely rides.  65-70mph is my max.  I think I will put some engine bars on for protection more than anything and a little more chrome won’t hurt!  But luggage is a bit of a problem.  Today I used a rucksack but I could do with a box or something that fits on the luggage rack that is lockable but can be detached by me if I want.  I think the box would detract from the bikes good looks but would be useful.  I will have to have a look around.

I’m very happy with the Knox body armour vest which frees me to wear any jacket over the top.

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And love the versatility of a flip helmet.
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Next we come to the problem of security.  I have a heavy duty chain and lock and an Oxford Screamer brake lock.  If I can, I try to chain the bike to something and if i don’t want to carry my helmet around, I link it to the bike with the chain, which is not really ideal if it rains, but then I’m a fair weather biker on my Virago. 
Oh and by the way, a motorcycle can park anywhere a car can without paying!  Just don’t park in a bicycle area, you will get a ticket!!!