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Post by cheeesfreeex on May 26, 2019 19:01:07 GMT
My robust 80 year old neighbour relates fondly a childhood playing in open sewers and rivers of slip, shards of crocks and other potbank waste in Brownhills. Not checked recently but the canal around Kidsgrove was always orangey. {Iron ore/oxide?}. I've seen old Potteries maps showing mine drains running directly into the Canal {and Trent brooks}. Mine waste water is basically hydrochloric acid. It's a crying shame with modern baling practises that I wasn't able to teach the kids how to play with hay bales and trespass at the same time. Spent many a happy hour covered in the dust of hay bales and I'm sure it helps to ward off the allergies and asthma, etc although they reckon cars don't help these days.
Had a few hairy chases from farmers over the years It's been payback since I've been here because the local livestock has found it's way onto the lawn on several occasions. What comes around, eh?
Yeah. Haymaking was a good community thing and piss up, and a decent work out. One of the lessons in life is avoid scrapping with farmers, they're used to chucking bales about and wrestling beast. Not sure whether these plastic wrapped rounds are destined for heliage etc, but you'd think it'd make the hey sweat, damp. Had a bit of a pleasure drive around The Roaches, Thorncliffe, Onecote etc. We're blessed with open countryside, old school links into a more agricultural/agrarian past. And what an impressive landscape, especially from the benches up by The Mermaid. My mate from Heathrow area Surrey was overwhelmed, shocked by our humble area. "Like the ideal tourist spot, but pretty much unspoilt. Anything like this down near me would be invaded, roads, car parks, supermarkets, housing estates etc." There really weren't many folk about at all.
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Post by kelw on May 26, 2019 19:34:10 GMT
I am the Walrus?
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Post by felonious on May 26, 2019 19:37:12 GMT
It's a crying shame with modern baling practises that I wasn't able to teach the kids how to play with hay bales and trespass at the same time. Spent many a happy hour covered in the dust of hay bales and I'm sure it helps to ward off the allergies and asthma, etc although they reckon cars don't help these days.
Had a few hairy chases from farmers over the years It's been payback since I've been here because the local livestock has found it's way onto the lawn on several occasions. What comes around, eh?
Yeah. Haymaking was a good community thing and piss up, and a decent work out. One of the lessons in life is avoid scrapping with farmers, they're used to chucking bales about and wrestling beast. Not sure whether these plastic wrapped rounds are destined for heliage etc, but you'd think it'd make the hey sweat, damp. Had a bit of a pleasure drive around The Roaches, Thorncliffe, Onecote etc. We're blessed with open countryside, old school links into a more agricultural/agrarian past. And what an impressive landscape, especially from the benches up by The Mermaid. My mate from Heathrow area Surrey was overwhelmed, shocked by our humble area. "Like the ideal tourist spot, but pretty much unspoilt. Anything like this down near me would be invaded, roads, car parks, supermarkets, housing estates etc." There really weren't many folk about at all. I drop down through Rushton Spencer on the way to the Leek/Macc Road when heading for Tittesworth. On the fields either side of the road in Rushton Spencer they've got lilac bales which although striking look a little incongruous against the beautiful hills.
I went over to Dimmingsdale this morning you'd never know from the beautiful countryside that the UK's biggest theme park was hidden away. Sat at the Ramblers Retreat for a pot od tea and a piece of cake and watched the cheating blue tits flying all of 12 feet from nesting box to fat balls and back again
Similar treat yesterday my friend down in Ched has wired up the nesting box with a camera. The blue tits have 9 chicks and it's hilarious to watch the scene go from calm to 9 wide open mouths at every visit.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on May 26, 2019 20:09:47 GMT
Yeah. Haymaking was a good community thing and piss up, and a decent work out. One of the lessons in life is avoid scrapping with farmers, they're used to chucking bales about and wrestling beast. Not sure whether these plastic wrapped rounds are destined for heliage etc, but you'd think it'd make the hey sweat, damp. Had a bit of a pleasure drive around The Roaches, Thorncliffe, Onecote etc. We're blessed with open countryside, old school links into a more agricultural/agrarian past. And what an impressive landscape, especially from the benches up by The Mermaid. My mate from Heathrow area Surrey was overwhelmed, shocked by our humble area. "Like the ideal tourist spot, but pretty much unspoilt. Anything like this down near me would be invaded, roads, car parks, supermarkets, housing estates etc." There really weren't many folk about at all. I drop down through Rushton Spencer on the way to the Leek/Macc Road when heading for Tittesworth. On the fields either side of the road in Rushton Spencer they've got lilac bales which although striking look a little incongruous against the beautiful hills.
I went over to Dimmingsdale this morning you'd never know from the beautiful countryside that the UK's biggest theme park was hidden away. Sat at the Ramblers Retreat for a pot od tea and a piece of cake and watched the cheating blue tits flying all of 12 feet from nesting box to fat balls and back again
Similar treat yesterday my friend down in Ched has wired up the nesting box with a camera. The blue tits have 9 chicks and it's hilarious to watch the scene go from calm to 9 wide open mouths at every visit.
Got a nesting pair above a bench. Doing wonders on the greenfly annhilation. Been putting some seed out, but not seen them bother much. Tree bee colonies in two of the other nest boxes.
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