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Miscellany Part 2

15 Sun Jun 2014

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

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barley, church cleaning, churchyard, coffin bier, electrical repairs, flowers, grasses, guelder rose, hedge woundwort, Klargester septic tank, landscaping, LED lights, lesser tortoiseshell butterfly, memorial stone, micro moth, ox-eye daisies, pond, Rumburgh Church, St Michael's water tower, St Peter's church, walking, wheat

I cannot believe how quickly this year is speeding by!  I always think at the beginning of spring that this year I will definitely make a better job of the gardening and I will have the time to do all the things I need to do around the house.  I always forget that as spring flows into summer the amount of jobs that need doing multiply and multiply and here I am left far behind yet again.  I forget how much time I have to spend away from the house driving about the countryside and this year I have had extra places to go.  Mum now has monthly check-ups at the hospital in Norwich to make sure her eyes are still free of macular degeneration.  My younger daughter E is hoping to go to City College Norwich in the autumn so we have had a number of visits there over the past few weeks, getting to know the place and some of the people there.

We have had a visit from the electrician who has done some work for us.  We had spoken to him a few weeks ago asking him to replace our kitchen under-cupboard lights which were very old and becoming faulty.  We also needed a new box cover for the electrics for our Klargester septic tank.  The old box cover had rusted away some years ago and we have had an upside-down plastic bin over the top since then!  We also need a lot of re-wiring done and some outside lights replacing.  The weekend before last R and I were woken in the middle of the night by a roaring noise in the house.  For some time we couldn’t think what it was and where the noise was coming from but eventually I realised it was something to do with the electric immersion heater which I switched off immediately.  (We use our immersion heater during the summer to heat our water; during the winter we use a gas boiler for water and central heating and this is fuelled by propane gas which is enormously expensive.  We are not on mains gas and as we often have power cuts it is better not to have everything powered by electricity.  We switch the immersion heater on over-night as electricity is cheaper then.)  The thermostat had gone faulty and the water was boiling.  The hot tank was emptying and the cold water tank and expansion tank were full of hot water – the house was turning into a kettle.  I wonder if steam was rising out of the roof?  If it had been left on much longer the tank would have exploded.  I phoned the electrician and asked him to add a new thermostat to his list of jobs to do.  When he visited last week he put in new kitchen lights for us….

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A thin strip of LED lights only a centimetre wide – such bright lights!

he replaced the septic tank electric box cover…..

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The septic tank with the electric box wearing its attractive new cover.

and fitted a new thermostat to our immersion heater.  He will be coming again soon to do the rewiring and fitting new outside lights.

The landscaper who had worked on our big pond in February also visited our house on the same day as the electrician and filled in all the ruts the JCB had made in the lawn with top-soil.  R is very pleased that this has been done at last.  He has seeded it all and we are now waiting for the grass to regrow.

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The ruts nicely filled-in at last.

While he was at our house we asked the landscaper to look at our small pond and let us know how it can be improved.  We don’t want the pond quite so close to the hedge, the liner needs replacing and I would like a boggy area at the side of the pond where I can plant iris, lobelia  and other marsh plants.

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The small pond in desperate need of improvement

The last couple of weeks I haven’t had to take Mum to church.  She has been taken by a young man from her church who lives in Harleston.  He works abroad, especially in Asia and the far East, for much of the year as a film director.  When he returns home from his high-powered meetings and filming in India and China he resumes his more important job of taking old ladies to church and being bossed about by them.  Well, what else has he to do except a bit of script writing!  I am really very grateful to him.  He stays in this country until September and that is probably when I’ll have to resume my duties again.

Meanwhile, I have enjoyed two weeks of going to church with my husband.  It is our month for cleaning Rumburgh church and when we went in last week we were amazed at how dirty it was.  The church had had a few visitors who had left some rubbish about and there was dirt which had been trodden in on shoes.  The main mess had been caused by our resident bats.  It took us about two-and-a -half hours to clean up the worst of the mess.  I think that during the summer when we have more visitors and when the bats are active the church should be cleaned more than once a month but some of the people on our rota will only come in once a month or only if we have a service in the church and of course we don’t have services every week in our church.  I also find that some of our cleaners will concentrate on the entrance to the church and will often ignore the Sanctuary at the East end of the church where the altar is.

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Wild flowers in Rumburgh churchyard

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Ox-eye daisies in Rumburgh churchyard

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A beautiful flower arrangement on the altar

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The old coffin bier in the church

040Grave memorial Eliz Davy

Memorial stone in the aisle

R and I went for another of our walks across the fields a week or so ago.  We didn’t intend to go far as we were both tired.

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A view across the fields

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The path at the edge of the field

003Hedge Woundwort

Hedge Woundwort

Hedge Woundwort is in flower everywhere we look at the moment.  This plant has been used since the times of the ancient Greeks to stem bleeding and treat wounds.  Poultices, ointments and infusions were made with the leaves and the flowers made into conserves.  It has been proved that the volatile oil contained in this plant does have antiseptic qualities.

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An, as yet, unidentified micro moth

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St Peter’s church

011Water Tower at St Michaels

Water tower at St Michaels

Most of the water in East Anglia comes from springs and artesian wells and is very ‘hard’ water.  We all suffer from lime-scale in our homes and all those who can afford one get a water-softener.  I love the taste of our water and when and if we get a water-softener I would have to have a tap for un-softened water.

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A Lesser Tortoiseshell butterfly

We saw this butterfly sunning itself on the path.

We also saw the crops ripening…..

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047Barley

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Barley.

014Ripening wheat

015Wheat

Wheat

We saw other grasses too

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012Grasses

And a beautiful Guelder Rose.

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018Guelder rose

I think I would love to have one of these in my garden!

The walk took longer than we thought it would because there was a path diversion which we took but after struggling through nettles and thistles and head-high grasses we had to turn back as the path hadn’t been cleared.

R has spent all this past week away, firstly in Gloucestershire and then he travelled to Lancashire for a couple of days.  He returned home on Friday having called in on his mother and spent the night with his brother in Manchester.  E and I had spent the day without electricity as there was a planned power cut to enable the electricity company to do repairs.  It is difficult to find things to do these days which doesn’t involve the use of electricity.  We managed however, and it is a good opportunity to have silence in the house with no humming fridges and freezers, no radios and TVs.  The only worry I had during the six-and-a-half hours was whether the food was still alright in the fridge and freezers.  It was a very warm day!  As it turned out, all was well.

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A Good Day

15 Thu May 2014

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

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barley, Common Whitebeam, Early Purple Spotted Orchid, English Oak, field maple, Lady's Smock, Lesser Whitethroat, Oak-apples, orange-tip butterfly, Red Clover, Red Horse Chestnut, Red May, St Michaels church, St Peter's church, stag-headed, the Beck, Turtle Doves, Willow Warbler, Wych Elm

I had a very good day yesterday.  The weather was much better than it had been for a week and I was nearly back to normal after my cold.  I hung some washing out on the line in the garden and then set off for Bungay where I had to get some shopping.  Just as I was nearing Flixton I noticed some birds at the side of the road, mainly woodpigeons but among them were a pair of Turtle Doves.  I was so pleased to see them I nearly shouted out loud!  Turtle Doves are becoming so rare, not only because of the reduction of places to nest in this country but also because of the dangers they face during migration – being shot for sport for example – and the lack of suitable places to spend the winter because of deforestation in Africa.  Even if we get no Turtle Doves in our garden this year I am happy that there are at least one pair in this area!  Their song epitomises high summer for me – a lovely drowsy, purring noise. We used to get them every year and they stayed around until the end of August.  In recent years we have had a Turtle Dove sing for a day or so and then go off elsewhere in search of a mate.  Last year they didn’t turn up at all.  Many people believed that was because of the terrible spring we had had.  Turtle Doves had arrived in this country and then we had the late snow and frost which killed some birds and others just turned round and went back to France.

I went to my usual car park in the centre of town and noticed all the trees planted around the car park had come into flower.  They are all Red May trees – Red Hawthorns – and look so pretty with their deep pink flowers.

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Red Mays are not as popular here as where I grew up in Kent.  My father thought they were wonderful and planted one in one of the houses we had when I was a girl.  As I walked about the town I remembered having seen another red-blossomed tree recently and thought I would go and have a closer look at it later in the day.

I found the opportunity to go for a quick walk in the early afternoon.  The day had warmed up considerably but there were still a few black clouds around.  As I walked down to the end of our lane and out into the next I listened to a Willow Warbler singing in the top branches of a group of trees nearby.  The Willow Warbler is another bird whose song I couldn’t do without – it has a sweet song of descending notes in a minor key.  Weep, weep, weep, weep it says and makes my heart swell and I find I am near to tears at the beauty of it.  It is another bird whose numbers are reducing drastically.  Again, we used to hear them all summer long but not any more.  I hope this one finds a mate and stays to sing for me.  I stood under the Field Maple tree it was singing in and eventually saw it in the top canopy.  It sang and then busily flitted from twig to twig in search of food and then sang again.  I tried to photograph it but wasn’t quick enough.

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This is the result.  Can you see it?  No, neither can I.

On the corner of our lane where it meets the other lane is a wide area of common land and a couple of ornamental trees have been planted there.  One is a Sweet Chestnut which is only just coming into leaf and the other is a Whitebeam, a native tree but not one that usually grows in this part of the country.

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Common Whitebeam tree

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Common Whitebeam blossom

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Common Whitebeam blossom

The grass of this patch of common land was covered in Lady’s Smock flowers and a female Orange Tip butterfly was feeding from them.

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The red-blossomed tree that I had remembered seeing is a Red Horse Chestnut and it had been planted only a couple of hundred yards down this other lane.  To get to it I had to cross yet another wide area of common land and in doing so I was surprised to see an Early Purple Spotted Orchid in the grass.  This one was a little past its best but I rather liked the colour combination of the petals.

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There was more Bugle or Ajuga flowers and some Red Clover.

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Red Clover

I love the pale markings on Red Clover leaves.  I am also fascinated by the grass in the photo which is just about to flower.  It looks like a row of tiny balls are packed into the grass stem or a lot of minuscule snails.

The Red Horse Chestnut is a fairly young tree so I was able to photograph the flowers easily.

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A Red Horse Chestnut is a hybrid between a Horse Chestnut and a Red Buckeye.  On the way back to the road I found another Early Purple Spotted Orchid.

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Our lane is looking very nice at the moment.

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On my way back home I heard another summer bird but this was one I hadn’t heard before.  It’s song was a little like a part of a Chaffinch’s or a Yellowhammer’s song but without the end flourish.  It also had a few little sweet quiet notes to start off the song and they sounded very much like a Warbler.  When I got back I listened to a few of my bird recordings and found I had been listening to a Lesser Whitethroat.

I managed to get all my washing dried outside which was really good and took some more photos of the garden while I fed the birds.  I had started on a great heap of mending by the time R came home from work.  He didn’t seem to want his evening meal straight away so I suggested a walk across the fields.

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This is one of many ancient oaks we saw on our walk.  Once they get to about seven or eight hundred years old they start to die back a little.  A little like us humans:  when we get to a certain age we start to shrink a bit too.  When they get dead branches sticking out of the top of the canopy they are described as being ‘stag-headed’.

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A young Horse Chestnut.

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View over the fields.

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A field of ripening barley.

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A Sycamore tree with flowers.

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The Beck

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Bridge over the Beck.

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Views across the fields on the other side of the Beck.

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The lane going up the hill from St Peter’s Washes.

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Another ancient oak tree.  I think this one’s trunk must be about twelve feet in circumference – it must easily be about a thousand years old.  I must try to bring a tape measure with me next time we walk this way and see if I can get through the hedge and measure it.

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I love standing under trees and looking up through the branches.  Trees are the most magnificent awe-inspiring things.

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We looked down across the fields in the direction from which we’d come and then down the lane.  Many people think that East Anglia has no hills and no hedges.  This proves that we do have both though the hills aren’t very steep or high.

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St Peter’s church over the field.

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Fruits on an Oak Tree.

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The top of the tower of St Michael’s church can just be seen above the trees.

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More views across the fields from the top of the lane.

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The signpost at the end of the lane.

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Another view from the top.

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An oak-apple with fruits

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An oak-apple.

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This is a picture of a Lesser Whitethroat!  It is just below and just to the left of centre and has a curly leaf over its face.  You’ll have to take my word for it that it really was a Lesser Whitethroat.

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A Wych Elm and fruits.

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Toadstools

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Late sunshine.

We walked back home quite content and I cooked our evening meal.

 

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