Friday, 6 December 2019
Food Production, Bob Willis and Reggie the Lion
A common greeting in the flat hills of my homeland where I attended school and almost grew up.
We visited recently to touch base with parents. It’s a journey that thirty years ago, once took nine and a half hours in an 850cc Mini van that was ill equipped to cope with any motorways on offer, last month we made landfall at Toronto in two hours less.
The sweet spot of 2012 saw us complete the journey in just under three hours.
It is a familiar route that passes over several rivers. Many of which we have seen in flood and pushing out across the fields. All bar one on this trip were behaving themselves and restraining their movements to between two banks.
Which is great as it serves as a full stop to the summer and nature knows where it is, although our garden currently plays host to a delphinium in full bloom which is a little surreal.
Cold weather somewhere else has caused a reasonable head of geese to take up residence on the water meadow upstream from here. Mostly canada geese with the odd greylag, they will hang around here for most of the winter.
A few anglers have bothered the grayling. The average bag between four and eight fish in a day, with most fish caught in the faster water.
One tree was spared the process of planking or introduction to the medium of fire and was dragged up the road to The Swan, where it now stands sentinel in the pub garden.
This week this house acquired an extra parcel of land. An allotment to be precise. It will serve several purposes. Shortages of items various are predicted. Following a self imposed exile in a cave clad only in loin cloth and beard, there is a requirement to gently reintroduce myself to society. It’s a mile up the road and I have to justify the purchase of the electric bike and I like vegetables.
I’ve always had a vegetable patch in our garden but the mother of all Sycamore trees is sucking all the nutrients and water away, and each year yields from my small square of earth are diminished. In another exciting development, a “Vegetable of the Month” feature is being mooted for this house next year. Watch this space.
Poor old Bob Willis, only he wasn’t old.
Ok he completed the three score years and ten, but that’s not much these days.
Didn’t see him play live, but remember 1981 and his 8 wickets at Headingley. The distinctive run up and when he walked out to bat without his bat.
Bob’s the one holding the microphone. William’s the one dressed up as Reggie the Lion, the Hampshire CC mascot.
They are carrying out the toss at the Rose Bowl prior to the Pro 40 clash between Hampshire and Notts. William was a late call up, but the role came with a dozen free tickets for family and friends so he was pushed forward.
Both Hants and Notts sides were required to sign non disclosure agreements to that effect.
The Wheelabrator proposal remains afoot.
The deadline for venting spleen in the consultation process is 12th December.
There now follows a short appeal:
If you have formed any sort of attachment to this river valley please take the time to parlay a few words into a strong message of objection and and send it to the email address below.
it doesn’t matter if you visit once a year or once a week,
Every objection improves the case for preventing this industrial behemoth putting in an appearance in this unique and fragile chalk valley.
Please visit www.bintheincinerator.co.uk for more information on how this valley could be impacted upon if this proposal is approved.
We are advised not to use the proforma on the Wheelabrator website, but to send comments directly to
December 12th is the final day for comments to be received.
Thats December 12th - next Thursday.