Sunday 19th July 2026

 It is Sunday. a quiet and peaceful day.  I have been round the blogs, seen Going Gently's long photo album of happy people being together in the Rectory Garden.  I went out yesterday to the Folklore cafe there was a 'maker's market' though hardly many stalls.  But as I opened the cafe door, the sound of children's excited voices hit me.  Families were gathered together in little clusters on the sofas playing games, and I realised this was also a happening.

The Folklore Centre has been closed mostly over winter and up to now.  One reason is because the pavement has been closed for the Hippodrome works.  Also because more money was needed.  But it has been slowly opening with different small venues happening.  A certain emphasis on feminist speakers, which is not my kind of thing.  Just feel we should have moved forward on that issue.

Anyway Holly was there and we chatted and I  bought three pieces of fabric from her.  It is sad because such a warm and friendly place where people gather is hamstrung by the need for money.  The building is I believe owned by a baker from Hebden Bridge, and he is happy to run the cafe and the bakery behind but with a certain emphasis on Vegan fare, which I would think  is only enjoyed by vegans.  His bread is lovely by the way - real organic.

Holly by the way is the leading force behind the Folklore Centre, with the big library of books upstairs in the cafe she has led the way and worked very hard to keep the Centre going.  And, I believe it has taken its toll on her health. 

A photo of several stones piled together at Stanton Drew stone circle, which is behind.  The circle with two smaller ones inside is I think the third largest stone circle in Britain.  The ones piled together by some farmer in the past, were probably a small avenue that led down to the river.  The relationship of the church which you can see in the background, is once more the need for the religious faith of the church to dominate the pagan stones.

Edit: One of the smaller stone circles was outside. I had written a lot about this circle, because it also influenced the John Woods, builders of Bath Georgian houses and the thinking which influenced them.

So two links.

Stanton Drew

Druidical Bath

Ness of Brodgar  Which just happened yesterday.

Gathering the News

The Binman:  Okay, collective failure of British people to take life seriously.  We welcome you alien garbage bin from outer space.  Government will even make it legal to enter  into the hallowed space of Parliament for strangely dressed creatures.

Nigel, poor lamb chop,  you shot yourself in the foot this time, let us hope it is the end of your despotic, despairing, disgusting play for power.  Being ripped apart by the country is so unfair!!  Well the link is playing up so I will just give its link to You tube.   link

As for the Binman he seems quite lucid, maybe he will make a better MP for Clacton,  but does he live in Clacton?  I forgot, you can be an MP in any part of the country according to your party.  Some of us see that as wrong, especially since Nigel tends to be in America a lot of the time.  Which reminds me of the Marsh Family, who have been growing up before my eyes the last couple of years.  Their naive songs appeal, and it is a nice historic memory to gather.

Saturday, I have finished my morning coffee, the house is empty.  Andrew has taken the train to Mytholmroyd to walk back over the moors to Tod.  Karen off to Manchester to work.  Lillie off to scouts camp with three large backpacks of stuff, knocking stuff off the shelves as she went.  Matilda is down tomorrow for a few days. 

 

16th July 2026

I start with a meme, on the folly of redecorating the mansions of No.10 and  No.11 Downing Street, it is definitely not a permanent residency.  But Starmer went out of office in true British style.  Laughter, jokes and tears and a stiff upper lip as we saw him cheered out of the House of Commons.  Everyone wishing him well even  Kemi Badenoch, leader of the opposition, was gentle in her farewell to him.

I hope there are a few more firm upper lips around as England once again lost their game for the football World Cup.  But think strong, we were pretty near to the final game!

So what else.  Well I have been frightening myself with watching videos from the 'Dark side of the Moor'.  Mostly murders committed in Todmorden, but I have been having nightmares of monsters in the night, so I shall leave the 'Murder in the Vicarage' to another time.  And just dwell on the fact that for a year Harold Shipman, serial killer, of apparently 250ish older people, once practised in Tod for a year between 1974-1975.

It has been calculated that he probably caused the death of 30 elderly patients here during that time.  He was sacked from the local clinic because he was found to have been stealing drugs, pethidine I think  for himself .  I am not going to put his nasty bearded photo up (go find it yourself) as his mad eyes surely would have warned people, but no.  He went on to kill the rest of his victims in Hyde in Manchester by poisoning with diamorphine. 

His crimes were difficult to find as he always recommended that his victims be cremated.  He was convicted of 15 murders and sentenced to a lifetime in prison.  He hung himself in prison the day before his 58th birthday.  I suppose he got away with it because we trust doctors so much, though there were suspicious people along the way.  He never said why he did it.  Did he set himself up as some sort of god, helping his victims towards an untimely end. 

 

Sometimes it is scary to come upon what 'normal' people are capable of.

 

14th July 2026

 Thumbing through news on the rest of the world and I came upon the above, bison being released into Cumbria.  These great European bison once roamed this land 6000 years ago.  Great as it is to see this and the heartfelt pleasure of the man who bought this happening into being, I do wonder how our overcrowded island can fit in bison and humans together.  Especially as I also caught in the news a bison tossing a grandfather in the air in America.  The bison wasn't out to kill him though - I think it was the mating season for bison over there.

Rewilding is the name of the game.  We all know of the wild boars of the Forest of Dean.  An accidental release for them, but they seem to have settled down and do not attack humans, though perhaps dogs might be a different kettle of fish.

Isabella Tree (apt name) is also in the process with her husband of rewilding their estate.  This includes bringing cattle to graze and the killing and butchering of animals not exactly a pleasant picture.  She lives with her husband at Knepp Castle in West Sussex. Her title is Lady Burrell and they have certain schemes to keep this failing estate alive, apparently you can even stay at the castle.  Good work on their part.

  

You will note a slight skepticism in my thoughts on this but in truth I really hope it works for the beavers who are also being released carefully into our rivers to bring out good ecosystems within the river systems.  There will be some upset and of course the killing of wild animals from those who do not approve.  We have eagles moving down further South and we should welcome all these creatures and even the problems they may cause.  It is not just 'our land'  we should be able to share equably. But then how do we all fare under Climate Change?

"If recent heatwaves are the symptom, then climate change is the illness, and net zero is the medicine. When public understanding of this link is so low, it’s vital that the dots are joined between these three concepts to help make us all better."  

An attractive argument in support of rewilding.  Randal Plunkett at Dansay in Ireland.  Link to video

Sunday nonsense

 It is getting cooler, with the window open a refreshing breeze blows through the house.  Outside noises also become clearer.  This morning the crows and probably a chirring blackbird chasing off a robber magpie from their nests.

I listen to children playing out on the road,  'Elizabeth Bott' (I'll scream and scream again) is alive somewhere out there.  Deep Yorkshire voices, tittle-tattling or gossiping if you prefer under my window.  Families walk by push chairs in hand and of course the legion of dogs on their way to that green path for the dogs to relieve themselves.  Little yappy dogs adding their barks to the air.  Yes people are enjoying the warmth of this summer heatwave.

Our kitchen bakes somewhat, the Aga is still on, because it is expensive to turn back on, once turned off, and as we cook on it we just have to put up with the heat. The fridge/freezer is of course playing up and the old one in the basement has given up the ghost but resuscitation is planned for the kitchen fridge/freezer.

I featured a photo of Green Eyes the kitten yesterday.  Him feral instincts was to join on as family to my two bantams and he lived in the garden quite happily coming in for food.  But when I left Normanby I had to find a home for him  He went off quite happily to a smallholding, though it was a devilish job in catching him.  Happy ending.

Yesterday the internet disappeared, I turned the router off a few times but nothing happened.  When Lillie came back she fixed it with a 'hot spot' on her phone!! I will never get there as a competent computer person, how do you fix hot spots on your phone??  At least this morning I was able to distinguish AI fake photos of people from real people.  It was that glint in the AI eyes, just didn't look natural ;)

Photo of the day.  This is Whitby when the swing bridge is open to let boat traffic through.  It is always crowded with holidaymakers and is the only crossing place between the two sides of Whitby.  The next bridge is a good mile further inland.  The bridge has been closed this week because of repairs and all those wishing to cross from one side to another have to walk a long way to the other bridge.

Another edit:  A good obituary by one of my gurus Professor Tim Wilson who I listen to.  Ann Widdicombe

11th July 2026

 The murder of Anne Widdecombe, former Conservative MP is a shock to everyone.  You may disagree with many of her views but she did her job thoroughly.  I sense that to use the word murder is tentative but given that she was found with serious injuries that must be the conclusion.  So I hope she rests in peace after such an unfortunate end.

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Back to Richard Jeffries. 1848 to 1887.  I listened to a lecture about him and his background and the lecturer mentioned that Jeffries was seen as a mystic, folding himself into the world around him with a certain ecstatic feeling of being part of the Universe.  He had a rather complex upbringing.  His mother found it hard to be a mother to him and he lived a lot of the time with an aunt and uncle.  His mother had lost a daughter at five years old and could not face looking after another child.

Apparently Edward Thomas wrote his biography and I see that Abebooks has plenty of choice at a reasonable price of this book.  You can almost see where Thomas's writing sprang from, especially his 'Lob' poem.  This was an England, now lost to time and those terrible two wars, that was graced by a verdant landscape.  Full of wild flowers, birds and insects.  A world which we have lost.  If you have watched the video on 'Pilgrimage' by Story Crow, you will see the landscape that Jeffries grew up in.  The chalk downs rolling into the distance.  Tiny villages at the foot of the downs.  Rich farming land.

More photos found whilst reading about Jeffries.  Question can you miss flowers more than people?  Pink cupped roses, slightly dishevelled but loving that old church brick wall.

leaves of every shape and size goodness knows what that little yellow flower was.

Luscious red peonies 

A beautiful unusual coloured mallow

I love mallows, pink, white the beautiful luminous blue wild ones.

White buddleia with half a dozen butterflies. Buddleia equals butterflies 

Green Eyes a feral kitten who also loved butterflies!

"The Sparrow has my voice"

 

I found that photo.  This was at Coate Waters, our beginning so to speak.  Paul had dressed up for me, not sure about the black shirt but as he introduced me to this part of the world he had grown up in I began to know the person he was.  He had moved here when young, to a place just outside Swindon Old Town.  We went to the Richard Jeffries museum which is near Coate Water and though I had never read any of Jeffries books, I now own three.  He is my first nature writer I would go to for his extraordinary descriptions of nature at that time.  His ability to bring in  his childhood into the magic of being a child is a powerful message.  I would almost say that Jeffries is a lost author who needs discovering again.  Bevis

The following video charters the creative element that a museum can bring to children and grown up people alike.

This morning someone had put a poem on F/B addressing the sad death of Anne Widecombe, a political figure who had strong views.  The poem is for us and is another rendition of 'My England' as seen through different eyes.

You Do Not Speak For Me - Harry Gallagher

You do not speak for me.

The sparrow has my voice,

busying between hedgerows,

English as a cloudy day,

no matter what you

or your henchmen say. .

That oldman and his dog,

out at dawn beachcombing,

letting the morning tickle

his mouth up at the edges,

his gait carries my weight

as he lightens the day.

The wildflowers on verges,

reaching for something

they can never quite touch,

but stretching all the same,

smudging their glories

allover the mundane.

These Saturday kids,

smiling through braces,

serving ice creams on days

when ‘hot’ doesn’t cut it,

learning that patience is

waiting for sainted grandmas

to choose between

sprinkles or flake.

The policeman, the plumber,

the teacher, roadsweeper,

prampushing mums,

gleaming proud dads,

the Sunday funrunners

replenishing the sweat

with a pint of English best

after winning their bet.

That lifesaver doctor,

last hour of her shift

who hasn’t slept since

God only knows when;

as kindas kiss it betters

to the latest in a line

of confused oldladies

who all ask the same thing:

"But where were you born dear?"

and "Ooh what a lovely smile,

what lovely skin"

as she holds their hands,

asks them where it hurts.

This is my England.

Its voice is not scabrous,

it is soft.

Its fingers reach down

to pick up the fallen,

brushing them down,

to hold them aloft.

Your tone is shrill,

a study in antipathy.

You are not my England

and you do not speak for me.

Interesting times

 I have a large green arrow to use on my computer and it is not easy to use.  This because I kept losing my very small white arrow off the sides of  this large screen.  Theoretically the large arrow works but it is ugly.

This is to record by the way, the second coming of Nigel Farage.(Note, he has come back before though) After his speech this afternoon.  As a piece of political news it will be interesting to see where his resignation as an MP and  then to stand in a byelection again  leads him. IT is his hope  that the people of Clacton will re-elect him.  Farage gave a speech full of hurt anger and also fury that he has been targeted by the press in a particularly horrible way.  Well for someone who has courted publicity and has  dominated the news forever that is a little over the top!

Weirdly it was the Sunday Times article that brought Farage down and to the podium, Andrew said it is because Murdoch had pulled the support off of the heavyweights behind Farage........I bet there will be a bit of suing there'  As Trump's regime falters in America so Farage's bright star is also falling.  Thank the heavens for that.

Below is my list I am keeping for posterity sake this week.  Jonathon Freedland, Tom Harris, Simon Tisdall and also Simon Jenkins are the four journalists I turn to every week.  I expect they will write articles even more interesting next weekend ;) 

Recent Prints - Colin Blanchard 

The immorality of world leaders is contagious. Thank heavens for the pope | Simon Tisdall | The Guardian

I’ve seen what the death of major industry did to Britain. Without a good revival plan, Burnham cannot succeed | John Harris | The Guardian

I used to revere the great experiment that is the United States. After Trump, I’m not so sure | Jonathan Freedland | The Guardian

Prints by Colin Blanchard.  Why? I have two of his hare prints, could it be I was looking for a poem he had sent with the prints.  Paul's son has just produced another fine painting as well.

4th July 2025

Family matters.  They have all gone their separate ways by 8.30 this morning.  Andrew to walk 20ish (there and back) miles  up to Haworth, Bronte landscape.  Lillie to go and count in the walkers in and out on the Boundary Walk.  And then my daughter who is rejoicing that there will be no replacement buses into Manchester from Rochdale when she goes to work this morning. The trains are once more working that stretch.

At 7-o-clock Lillie came into my bedroom to show off her new shoes, a belated birthday present from her father. Adidas bought at Liberty's no less,  they are pretty with the pattern on the front.  She was already dressed for scouts. Yesterday afternoon she had baked cakes and biscuits to be sold for the scouts.  She is a teller? recording the walkers going and coming back.  Obviously there is going to be a discrepancy in the number as there will be dropouts and people who couldn't make it but I am sure the mountain rescue people will be around to stretcher anyone down.

As an aside, a bit of news yesterday, was the mountain rescue people who had had to bring down a Saint Bernard dog from a walk, who just lay down and refused to walk down with his people.

Boundary walks are an old custom where you walk round the parish of the town.  The Todmorden walk, 22 miles, goes round Calderdale Way and the  Pennine Way, the walk traces an ancient or earlier boundary.  Sometimes you can Beat the Boundary which entails touching along the walk in different places with a branch, or beating them.

I have already told Andrew to take plenty of food and water, and he has also arranged for pizzas tonight, so we shouldn't starve if he doesn't get back.  He is very good at getting out of his day to cook but always produces a takeaway ;)

Pilgrimage - June 2024

This is my England.  I don't expect you to watch this two and a half hours video, it is recorded on my blog for myself.  A delicious reminder of what I have lost by getting old, and no I am not sad for I have so many memories to look back on.

This is the chalk downs of Berkshire and Wiltshire, along which runs The Ridgeway track, a white path because it followed the dry chalk ground.  Littered with prehistoric barrows, hillforts and megaliths.  I know these people that now lovingly and foolishly go to worship in their own pagan ways the solstices at Avebury, they are my tribe.

I am not a pagan by the way, sensibility makes me scorn religion, but I love the involvement that is given to our far away ancestors.  If you were to attend the solstice festival at the stones of Avebury, you would find a fire with light flicking dancers, young and old as well for the stones remember us all.

Along this trackway you will meet old grey men convinced that ley lines run through England like veins, read The Old Straight Track by Alfred Watkins, he started this. Than there is this discipline, the study of the stars, moon and sun, Archeoastronomy the study of ancient sky cultures,  Also quite intensively written about, and at the Red Lion* at Avebury, the meeting place of all good megalithic people you will hear discussions about it.  It is a difficult subject to grasp;), especially as the Earth seems to have moved a bit and the stars are  a bit out of alignment today.

The Ridgeway takes you through beautiful farmed landscapes, little villages all along the way and then you reach Liddington Castle (it is not a castle but an I/A hill fort) and then Swindon town smacks you in the face, reality is crossing motorways.

Romans, Anglo-Saxons, Viking, and Danes have walked along this trackway, their bones part of the soil as they fought their way into this country.  It is a place full of myths and barrows that if you enter, you come to a beautiful place  and will be able to wine and dance in meadows. BUT when you are released by the fairies you will find everyone you knew has grown old, though you thought you had only spent a day in this fairy land.

Or stop at Wayland Smithy, the most evocative of long barrows surrounded by the trees and capture the magic. And maybe if you are riding a horse, well tie him up there leave a coin and when you come back next morning Wayland the smithy - a Norse smithy god, will have shod him for you and taken the coin in payment.

Wayland Smithy in Autumn

This article in the Guardian  asks the question 'What does it mean to be English' The short video covers football, I know some will  be interested in that.

Can the truth told by a cat be true?

 Well can things also sometimes get better?  The following video of the redemption of  a Scottish 'dead' valley would give some encouragement.   Quietly taking it in hand a group of volunteers raised £400,000 pounds and bought the land.  Firstly they had to evict the sheep and feral goats and a fence was built round the perimeter as a discouragement to deer.  Carrifarn Valley had one tree growing, a Rowan tree.  It grew because the seed, probably dropped by a bird, had lodged in a big rock.

It is funny how people love trees and will fight for their preservation, I think it is because, firstly they can be beautiful and grand, but that also we feel grief for the way the landscape is torn apart by humans.  They are part of our everyday vision, destroying something familiar shocks the soul into action.

What was funny though I took this video off my tablet and right next to it was a video with the picture of Rees-Mogg, saying in his pompous voice, 'Well do you want rainforests or destroyers'  I know what most people would have replied to him, we still love the land more than defence, but thinking about that and you see a conundrum, do you need defence to protect the rainforests?

Note the Scottish flag displayed prominently, another small country of what was once called Great Britain is trying to escape Westminster.  Funnily enough I don't see the Yorkshire flag in this part of the county, it was far more visible in North Yorkshire.  Not that I am a fan of flags having seen the St. George's flag so horribly abused by aggression.

and one more video for those who like the foolishness of life - Larry the cat, and we all know where he lives.  It is a good factual account of No.10's door. It is steel for a start and something I didn't notice, but know now, it has no handle and obviously no cat flap for Larry who expects his lackeys to let him in and out.

A small feeling of exultation ;)

No.10 North: Well there is a challenge ;) ;) It was a good speech but I know many who read this blog will be upset. Apologies for that!  Andy Burnham hasn't even been elected yet as the new Prime Minister ( many a slip between cup and lip) But let us take it for granted.  I expect a lot of what he promises will take years to happen but he goes down to grass roots and that is where the Westminster gang have never been.  Well perhaps except Sir Michael  Heseltine, who also spoke out for the Northern scene.  The link plays his speech which is about 16 minutes long.

I have just heard someone on the radio saying that the bond market will not be upset from this latest news.  The talk is of change and putting the money back into  people's bank account and allowing the economy of the country to be worked by us, the ordinary people.

You think it can't happen but look at how Todmorden works, local people gardening all the areas that stand as  an empty space, a community college for local activities; money being spent, we had £16 million from the government and there is a lot of noise going on in the square not 50 yards with refurbishment from where we live.  Work means wages.

Yes there was endless discussion of how it would be spent, there are naysayers, miserable sods and moaners who quibbled - but it is getting done!  The truth is simple, governments govern for the people and this country .

London is a marvellous place but they just see things differently to people 'Up North'  Everyone in London you pass in the street is a stranger.  It's attraction for wealth has knocked out two classes, the lower and middle class (I hate class),  From what I have heard on podcasts the young of this country are also fed up with a system that takes from the students £70,000 odd to be paid off over their working age.  Mortgages! would add another large bill to a wage, not too mention,  the outlandish expensive housing they have to have  if they want a family.

 So I am happy, perhaps change will benefit us all.

28th June 2026 - Paul Harrison's V

At a poet’s memorial, I saw how Andy Burnham could be a different kind of prime minister | Blake Morrison | The Guardian

Talking about poetry, a form of words in which we express our thoughts. 

 I came across the above article this morning it is about Andy Burnham and the fact that he took an English degree at Cambridge.  What first drew my eye is that he had attended a memorial service for the poet Tony Harrison.  The service had been held at Salt Mills, somehow, Salt Mills figures strongly in my mind it is like an enormous cathedral of learning with its books, paintings and quiet roughness.

Blake Morrison predicted that we might have a different angle on what this country needed when, and if, Burnham takes the leadership.  As someone who has been round words and poetry for a greater part of my life but does not have an English degree, a smidgeon of hope sprang in my optimistic soul.

I have collected poetry for many years, Paul also collected, you can see it on my side bar - Megalithic Poems.  also for 'The Modern Antiquarian' he had an enormous amount of poems on a thread which ran for years.

Let us take a few quotes from the article, firstly starting with Scargill, a good name to groan about I think;) I can already hear them!

"My father still reads the dictionary every day, He says your life depends on how you master words" 

Morrison"That an English degree would foster broad-mindedness and empathy"

Benjamin Disraeli - "When I want to read a novel, I write one"  Ouch, a bit to over-confident there.

"The unending violence of THEM and US"

I would put the point that people who read poetry know  more about the society around them and it is in their writing of the poem which teaches us about the social mores that society throws up.

My probable most favourite poem is one by Edward Thomas - It begins with At Hawthorn Time.  It brings tears to my eyes of that mythical, beautiful countryside we live in.  Thomas wrote in the time when war  changed everything.  We are in the middle of change at the moment, battling against ignorance and greed and that is what Burnham faces.  Keeping up all those balls in the air won't be easy.

So what was the poem that somehow shaped the trajectory of history and Paul Harrison wrote, it is called 'V' and is almost a book in itself.  Also, lots of swearwords, so don't read it if easily offended.   V 

And should you be on Instagram The Dancing Teacup man

Divine intervention

 

Thor with his hammer, Norse god of storms

The gods were definitely furious last night. A humdinger of a storm raged over Tod this morning.  Crashing thunder and lightening strikes.  I couldn't remember whether you could put the lights on, definitely not the computer.  It has calmed down, the skies, dark now, opened up to a heavy fast rain, cleaning the air.

The two earthquakes in Venezuela are so much worse. tectonic plates moving together brought down tall blocks of flats, towns reduced to a heap of rubble, people scrambling through the wreckage trying to find loved ones. A natural occurrence with a devastating effect.

Other news,  Swifts are loyal to place of nesting less loyal to partners.  There has been a terrible decline of these birds since 1995 due to roofs being restored and contract builders tearing down old buildings.  The new 'law' which states that every new house should have a 'swift brick' is a start, but of course not always followed.

Going to a podcast I listen to yesterday, Novaro Media, the presenter was apologising for the room he was talking out of.  Apparently, don't laugh, but the expensive computer ware they had installed in their new office, could not be used because of a temperature restriction,  it could not go above 25 degrees.  So think twice before investing in AI stocks, nature is stronger in tooth and claw, then the foolishness of investors who chase every pound ;(

Sam our cleaner is coming this morning, but Andrew, very sweetly said to her that she need only work for a couple of hours in the rooms upstairs, but she will be paid for her whole time.  Our kitchen is far too warm, and Lillie occupies the sitting room. 

William Holt

 

I have watched a funny little video about an eccentric who lived in Todmorden.  This was William Holt (1897 to 1977) writer and painter.  The part of his story that fascinated me was his trip to Europe with his horse, Trigger.

He had saved Trigger from the slaughter house, the animal was an ex rag and bone horse.  There is a lovely old, already faint with age, video on Vimeo made in 1969 of the pair.  William goes up to the moor where Trigger is free roaming and blows on a trumpet.  There is a joyful neigh and Trigger comes galloping down the hill to his master.  They both had a strong bond to each other, you can see it in the above photo.  Holt reckoned they travelled over 20,000 miles together.

What also  caught my attention was the mention of Wirlaw, which is a large mound that sits above Todmorden, you could almost describe it as a hill.  I had often seen this mound as i packed my shopping bag at Lidl.

Taken from Town council photos

I used to think that it was like some of the discarded 'hills' of coal you see in Wales but it is probably some form of geological formation.

Well somewhere up there is the carved Wizard of Wirlaw, carved late 20th century by Mike Williams and taken from William Holts book on the Wizard of Wirlaw written in 1959.  It looks like an Easter Island figure, but I think that is the nature of the stone.

The Wizard of Wirhal - Taken from Geograph - Stephen Craven

The last part of the story.  Not sure where William (Billy) Holt is buried but Trigger is buried on the side of the hill with his own gravestone.

Trigger's photo found on Geograph - John Illingsworth.

And that is how myths are made!

William Holt

24th June 2026

Burnham:  Well he rode in on his charger (the train) into town with a few of his loyal followers.  Gosh how the journalists worshipped him,  like frenzied piranha they fell on him.  Here was fresh meat news ready to be torn apart in the future.   Marina Hyde writes of the whole show that in all the hullaballoo the terrible train crash on Friday was quietly forgotten.  One driver dead,  and 53 people remaining in hospital, eight of which are seriously injured  The photo that accompanies the article shows people working to help, this is how society should be seen, please journalists, not the latest scoop of nothingness.

The trains are also feeling the heat, many trains have been taken out of service here, probably about half.  My daughter (who always tells entertaining tales about Manchester) sat on a train to come home but the train was full to the hilt and rail staff were going along asking people to get off so that the train could move.  She decided to get off, probably because of the young man sat next to her was smelling strongly of 'weed'.   He had also broken off with his girlfriend and lamented very verbally about it.  Karen got off the train but  she looked back to see if anyone had taken her seat but no it was empty.  She does what she always does and goes and gets a meal and waits till later to catch a less full train home.

To return to Burnham, I sincerely hope he does make a difference, we are in for a good 'left' solution and at least he has some experience of running a metropolis.  As a note, I almost got run over by one of his trams, they are silent!  Also I hope Ed Milliband gets to be chancellor, we need more green action on the ground, as this heat wave shows.  Will some people please take their heads out of the sand and start recognising we are in trouble as far as Climate Change is happening.

And yes I note how much high regard Milliband gets from his critics, after all who can forget the Edstone, we couldn't because we lived not far from the village of Edstone but for a moment just enjoy the beauty of Yorkshire for a minute and then remember that politics are like a river, it just floats by.

Silent Earth

We have been there before

 

Dickens's sentence in full reads, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way . Taken from Rebecca Solnit's - Winners and Losers: A Hell of a Week in the Us of A    💖💗💗 Been rather messy in Britain as well.....😎  There is a little girl outside yelling her head off about going to school.  Life is just miserable sometimes. Take this rose bush for instance it is called 'Jam and Jerusalem', someone nursed this hybrid into life, probably over years, but then a few years on it developed, for me, the most terrible case of black spot on the leaves and slowly died.  Historically significant for me but not for you.

Elmet

I am pottering as usual

I have always been intrigued by the period after the Romans and before 1066 AD, often called the 'dark ages', only dark of course because we have no information on them,  and especially about the small kingdom of Elmet. The vale of Caldervale is also part of Elmet..  But as you can see on the map probably Roman Eburacum, or York as it is now known, would have been in ruins. Also on the map you can see the first Roman wall called Antonine Wall built against the Picts was soon to be superseded by Hadrian's Wall and that is why the 'practise camps' written about earlier is of interest.

Ted Hughes was born in the town of Mytholmroyd which lies in the valley of the Caldervale (I have as much problem spelling that word as I do saying it) and which probably gives him the right to call one of his books - Remains of Elmet, but obviously this small Brythonic kingdom got subsumed into its larger neighbours of Mercia and I think Bernicia and became part of Northumbria.

This book is somewhat dark in word and photography.  Bleak is of course the word to use of Fay Godwin's black and white photos, they strike sombre notes in one's soul.  Ted  Hughes words even more so.  You can see why such mournful fiction as the Bronte's writings would stem from these cruel landscapes, Jane Eyre especially.  So Ted Hughes captured the mood of the moors, with the despairing lives lived out in a poor farming landscape.

I have always loved Pike and  Thought Fox.  The poem Pike of course because I fished as a child, sitting by the river's edge watching the lazy movement of trout.  Water has that power to lure you into it's depths.  In the shallows it rippled over the stones.

But that reminds me of the following You tube video of Japanese Gardens in Kyoto.  It is the most restful video to watch.  A classic Japanese garden has no need of flowers, it rests on moss, stone, water and greenery.  Trees and shrubs are shaped for harmony and also for a quietness for meditation.  I am not sure you lose yourself in 'nothingness' but the meeting with nature must surely calm the self.  I found the link on Bensozia's blog, for which I thank him.

20th June 2026

 I have noticed a slight scornful note when Andy Burnham is mentioned as 'King of the North'.  We are of course plagued by London based journalists, who sadly have only a sneering attitude when they talk politics.  Also, there is this awful social media where everyone can come and take a swipe.

I  only know that Burnham has done a good job as Mayor of Manchester, he has a slick appeal, and I reckon the North sending him to London to play for the big time is sticking their finger up to London;) You will all no doubt agree that the Labour Party has fallen away from its roots, lets see what Burnham can do.

Lillie came back yesterday for the summer hols, though she is off once more on a Scout's camping trip this weekend.  She said it was so good to be back in Todmorden, people in the street actually smiled at you, so different to London.

There was a false King once in Yorkshire, called David Hartley and his gang, and in 18th century Yorkshire  the criminal act of coin-clipping took place as the mechanised looms and mills came in, forcing people out of earning money at home.  Clipping coins  became quite serious and the value of the pound devalued because of it, so Hartley and his henchman were hunted down and hung.

You can just imagine how it was the remote farms, now ruined, were ideal places for the clipping to take place and it flourished, though not for long.

I have written about Hartley, he is buried in the churchyard at Heptonstall, as is his wife.  There was an element of Robin Hood about Hartley, he stole to help the poor.  Something to think on!

Palindrome Day

Clipping Coins

Clipped and Counterfeited

Midsummer this weekend, how has it come round so quick.

Painter -Atkinson Grimshaw

 John Atkinson Grimshaw - 1836 to 1893

Reflections on the Thames - John Atkinson Grimshaw

I came across this painter a few months ago and was bowled over by his use of light.  Even more intrigued by the fact that he came from Leeds.  He had a humble beginning, as many painters do.  His family were from the Baptist sect and his mother did not like him painting, turning off the gas in his room for a start.  It reminded me of another Northern painter. L. S. Lowry, his mother told him to burn his paintings.  Probably all down to prudishness and the fear of naked bodies.

What had suddenly struck me about Grimshaw was his nocturnal paintings especially about the park in Leeds reminding me of my own childhood, walking back in winter after school, and the lights picking up the puddles in the road.  Grimshaw had captured exactly the mood of the moment - the feeling of emptiness. 

James Abbot Mckneill Whistler said of Grimshaw - I considered myself the inventor of Nocturnes until I saw Grimmy's moonlight pictures.  I never knew Whistler was an American, the two shared a studio at one stage.

Moonlit scene near Leeds - John Atkinson Grimshaw

Grimshaw came from Leeds and his paintings rested on a method of projecting a scene onto a surface.  It was called camera obscura. Grimshaw was self-taught, his draughtmanship failed as did his understanding of perspective but this method did not appeal to the critics of the time, I suppose they saw it as 'cheating' but his use of colour, lighting and shadow put him in another category altogether.

Also of course he painted scenes round Whitby which are also very evocative, a town dear to my heart, just for its general messiness and crowded streets of holidaymakers.  Though in this instance I have chosen his Shipping on the Clyde.

Shipping on the Clyde

Always click on the photo snaps because for some reason they become more distinct framed by black!

I am enjoying the book on his life, Andrew bought it recently, his family are also part of the Leeds scene and funnily enough the name Grimshaw came up on one of my friends on F/B.  It was Lillie's friend, so perhaps I shall investigate the name ;)

16th June 2026

 Just come back from the doctors, my first visit in the last several years that I have seen one locally.  Well I passed muster with flying colours, well almost. At the moment I am haunted by the little shuffling old man saying 'bloody computers, bloody computers'.  When he was told at the reception desk that he had to book an appointment online.  Yes there is that big yawning chasm between those that do and those that don't.  Of course he was directed to the other side of the desk so that the appointment could be made. 

It is good to see of course that the computer giants are being brought to heel about the effect social media has on our young people.  Not all young people of course but there is a worrying trend with false information posted online and the agitators stirring things up.  It would be good that a 'truth verification' app followed us all around  and quibbled when we did something wrong.

AI is already beginning to show its bad side, where are the philosophers for a start ready to add to the 'facts' we are shown as gospel truth.  Has the internet become a 'tower of Babel'?  Everyone must have 'free speech' no matter how their thinking goes.  We must rely on education for the most of us.

How badly it can go wrong has manifested itself in the sweep to the right of authoritarian discussions or happenings on the street and in the thinking.  We see it in this country when bullies such as Farage makes a play for power and gather large crowds who want to go back to an England that never really existed.

It is probably the fault of the internet and its wide influence over the world that we are experiencing this rift in cool commonsense action and it is another battle to be fought for sanity.  In the end seven (or eight) billion people on this Earth can't really call their own views on the matter, it has to be by meetings and talking together that will resolve the matter.

So a rose to meditate on and perhaps a drink to remind us that humans can gather together in a convivial manner and discuss such things.