July 2011

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July 26th

Ever wondered how slugs and snails unerringly find their way to your precious plants? Well, Herstory can now reveal their secret - we woke up this morning to find the word 'Doog' written (in slime) on our greenhouse (see left) - only visible to the human eye because of the condensation. So plainly they leave each other 'thief signs' - we construed 'Doog' to mean 'Tender Tomatoes Within.' Or of course it could just be the snaily equivalent of 'Kilroy Woz 'Ere'...

And talking of pests, the dreaded Indian call centre 'Your computer has a deadly

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July 3rd

What a glorious day... bright blue sky, little puffy clouds, cool gentle breeze, and the trees round Helmickton full of cooing doves and cheeping new wrenlets (they're probably complaining about the periodic row of Mick's chainsaw as he processes our treasure-trove of wood ready for next winter!).

And it was just as beautiful yesterday at one of our favourite events, Kirkby Wharfe Village Gala - Mike Wilson's lovely shot of our little camp is on the left. People have known for millennia what a gem this part of Yorkshire is; there was prehistoric occupation all round the Towton area, and a Roman villa at Kirkby Wharfe itself - you'll find some Roman masonry fragments, and a baby's coffin and gravestone, in the village church of St John the Baptist. St John's is worth visiting for other reasons too, as you can see in the pictures below: its oldest parts are Norman, and as well as some lovely modern stained glass, it has some fine 14th and 16th century examples. So the Frei Co felt honoured to appear at the gala which helps supports its upkeep - and very pleased we could donate some £40 of have-a-go archery proceeds to the restoration fund.

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Another thing that makes Kirkby Wharfe special for us is our 'pitch': not only do we have this glorious prospect to look at, we're actually sitting among the lumps, bumps and hollows of the vanished medieval village (no wonder we feel so comfortable there!). Then there's the event itself - a quintessentially English country affair with stalls selling handicrafts, fresh local produce, home-made cakes and bric-a-brac, tombolas and games, clay pigeon shooting, a dog show, 'Guess the Weight of the Sheep', Pimms on the lawn... it really is like stepping back in time to a gentler, more civilised age in these marvellously tranquil and unspoilt surroundings. H'm, perhaps I'd best stop raving - if too many people find out about it, it may not stay like that!

So to change the subject, we rounded off our wonderful day with a wonderful evening at the Crooked Billet. Thanks to the new landlords Richard and Joanne, aided by their amazing chef Mark, the Billet's now more 'Masterchef' than 'pub grub'. What a meal: fried sea-bass and scallops for hubcap, and for me, oven-baked salmon with zingy chilli salsa on a bed of gorgeously buttery crushed new potatoes and salad. Absolutely delicious... so if you're in the vicinity of the B1217 between Saxton and Towton, you really MUST try it (01937 557389 for bookings)!