Tuesday, 26 June 2012

There's no wind in the willows

The evening is still, the breeze has dropped, the animals have been fed and locked away safely for the night after a humid day of sun and occasional light showers.
The air is beginning to cool and it now feels really good to be standing outside, as the swallows dip and dive, looking out across the expansive, but much-maligned Fens as the sun slowly sinks.
So much so, that the Canon camera has been called into action to capture the scene at 9.20pm from the bottom of our garden by the motionless willow trees.
No sign of Ratty, Mole, Mr Toad or Badger as I peer over the gate beside the drainage ditch now filled with water. Not quite the Berkshire stretch of the River Thames where The Wind in the Willows author Kenneth Grahame messed about in boats, but it still is what I would describe as very-English summer, all the same.
I don't think the pictures need captions. Please click on the photographs and enjoy.

Sunday, 24 June 2012

Fen-tastic fantasy football ... falls flat


Much of Fenland will be glued to the TV tonight [Sunday] as the nation's footballers, led by inspirational Steven Gerrard, tackle unpredictable Mario Balotelli and his Italian team-mates in Kiev. 
Focused: Steven Gerrard
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*See update at the bottom of this post.Come on Roy's boys, you just might beat them [if you play out of your skins]. Next step for Hodgson's heroes, for surely that will be their label if they win, will be to then beat Germany in the semi-final. Simples! We wish.
Well at least I'll be able to watch the telly in peace tonight. No worries about watering the garden after all the rain and no worries about mother-in-law who loves watching the games - even though she's not always aware which teams are playing.

"England are the team playing in white," I say, trying to be helpful.
"Yes, I know that," she replies indignantly.
Two minutes later ...
"Who is playing tonight, dear?"
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She really gets involved in the action and hurls abuse at guilty parties when the tackles begin to fly and she detests the goal celebrations. Admittedly, that's not too often if you're an England fan.

"That was very nasty. Did you see that man kick the other one? He shouldn't do that. He's very naughty."
OR
"You're supposed to do that, you silly man [score a goal] so why are you going barmy like that? And all that kissing and hugging. Yuck. Horrible!" 


I started to write the previous entry when Germany were busy outclassing the Greeks in Euro 2012 with an impressive brand of football. 
English: Joachim Löw during press conference i...
You must be Joachim: it's Löw at a press conference  Wikipedia
The game panned out predictably despite all the pre-match hype from the Hellenic Republic - yes, they needed some sort of footballing bailout - so I thought I would turn my attentions to the blog instead of the game. 
However, when Greece equalised I went back to the TV and was caught up in the superb football from Joachim Low's men. Great coach, but what a poseur. 
So this post and the previous one has had to wait until today [Sunday]. 
GDANSK, POLAND - JUNE 22:  Marco Reus of Germa...
German joy: Marco Reus (right) celebrates  with Mesut Ozil 
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Germany thoroughly deserved their 4-2 triumph, with the Greeks "bunkering down", as Jurgen Klinsmann rightly predicted on the BBC beforehand. Unfortunate use of a phrase - or was it deliberate on the part of USA's famous and mischievous coach? I'm  not sure, but Gary Lineker, who was hosting the programme, let that one slip through.
Pick of four great German goals came from Marco Reus. It was a cracker.
On to last night [Saturday], and joint favourites Spain saw off France with ease - yes, the French drew a Blanc - and it is looking increasingly likely that they will meet the mighty Germans in the final. 

Rooney playing for England in 2006
What a difference: Rooney playing for
England in 2006 
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UPDATE: OK, our boys lost in a shootout yet again, but nobody can deny that the the best team won. England were outclassed and outplayed by Italy in the second half of normal time, and throughout extra-time. Congratulations to Italy, and commiserations to Roy Hodgson, who gave the team some structure and purpose in a short space of time. 
By the way, is it just me or do others agree that Wayne Rooney is not half the player he was? Judging by his size, I would say he's about double the player he once was. He played like a cart horse. He looks overweight, unfit, slow and his touch was pretty poor at times. Experience is all very well but it's time he knuckled down and proved himself again - or else Sir Alex Ferguson may well have to give him the elbow at Manchester United. Shape up, Wayne, your club and country need you.


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Excited expectant mother gets in a right flap

Best seat: one-horned Lily in front of the chicken enclosures
My wife is getting more than a little excited about the prospect of the arrival of her "babies" in the next day or so. The patter of tiny feet? Well, bantams' feet, to be precise.
And it doesn't end there. They will be followed by several Indian Runner ducks. We must be quackers.
The decision to increase the size of Family Fenman meant that accommodation had to be sorted out, too. So the last few days have been hectic sorting out chicken coops, making fox-proof enclosures and even fencing in new trees to stop the neighbour's sheep tearing them apart. All this between extreme heat and then heavy showers.
Fortunately, I was able to complete most of the work - with some invaluable hired help - before the really bad weather kicked in this weekend. Many areas of the UK, particularly the north of England - Hebden Bridge was badly affected - suffered floods as a month's worth of rain fell in less than 24 hours. Despite the weather, I didn't feel the need to build a chicken ark. If I did, I suppose I would have needed some two by two. Oh Noah! [I've used that before, but who cares?]
The goats were very curious as the new enclosure was going up, with pygmy goats Ralph and Lily particularly interested. The chickens, too, seemed unruffled by events and did a tour when the fencing was completed, before settling down to making dust bowls by one of the fences.
But this rain, along with sunny spells, is doing wonders for our garden. As previously mentioned, the vegetables are coming along a treat, and so are the flowers.
Feathered friends: up to mischief
Blooming lovely: our various roses
The roses are looking - and smelling - particularly good, although a couple of specimens are still suffering from a touch of blackspot despite our efforts to get rid of the disease last year.
We've tried cutting out the affected stems and leaves, and have disposed of them, but I think we might have to use to fungicide ... our last resort.
The new roses that we've planted, however, seem to be resistant to the disease so we're keeping our fingers crossed that we don't have problems with them. I'll keep you posted on this thorny issue.





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Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Water relief - Fenland current affairs

Fin de journée sur le réservoir de Rutland wat...
Water wonderful sight: popular Rutland Water Park Wikipedia
The plot thickens: this vegetable lark really grows on you
[Have you spotted the pooch, by the way?]
Wild, wet, windy Fenland is finally reprieved. The local water authority have decided to lift their hosepipe ban. Big deal, I hear some of you say. Well it is if you're trying to grow your own.
Heavy rain since the start of April, when the ban was introduced, has boosted flows into our rivers and refilled large reservoirs, such as Grafham Water and Rutland Water Park, which have been hit by a two-year drought.
We are still being urged to use water wisely, however, so we will be sticking to our butts to provide water for our garden ... now in full bloom after the rain and sunny spells.
I've also sent off for my free garden kit from Anglian Water Authority to help conserve the valuable resource.
That means we'll be receiving water-storing crystals, water-storing mats, an RHS leaflet and RHS pocket guide to drought-tolerant plants. Whooppee! Well, it was free and I didn't fancy splashing out. We're not total drips in these parts, you know.
Our humble vegetable plot seems to be coming along nicely ["coming to it" is the phrase used in the Fens] thanks to all this rain. We are growing all sorts of veg but my spuds [potatoes to you] appear to be doing really well, you'll be pleased to know. I don't want anything to go wrong at this stage so - yes, you've guessed it - I will be keeping my eyes peeled.

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Tuesday, 12 June 2012

The write and wrong of England bashing

English: Roy Hodgson as a head coach of Fulham...
Plenty to smile about: England boss Roy Hodgson Wikipedia
Don't certain football "writers" sometimes churn out absolute tosh. Here in the Fens, we watched with admiration and relief as England drew 1-1 with France in their opening Euro 2012 match. But I didn't get any real sense of optimism or pride when I flicked through the national newspapers.
I, like so many others [the excellent ITV team included], was impressed with Roy Hodgson's new-look side. They were well organised, tried to pass their way out of trouble, did not resort to kick-and-run tactics, restricted a very talented passing side and created chances of their own.
Hodgson's gamble to play lively Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain paid off, so not even an opportunity to use "Oxy Moron" headlines here. Shame. One to take dust down later, perhaps? "Wot a woad of wubbish"? No, not after the outcry over a certain front page headline cruelly prodding fun at Hodgson.
England could not afford to lose Monday's game ... and they could have won it.
DONETSK, UKRAINE - JUNE 11:  Alex Oxlade-Chamb...
Smart Alex: Oxlade-Chamberlain  is closed down by Yohan Cabaye and Samir Nasri 
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But did we get that sort of upbeat response from Fleet Street's finest? Hardly. One respected heavyweight, who can often be amusing and entertaining as a writer, said England were hard to love from a neutral perspective but "any talk of dourness was not a complaint". Well, what was it then? Two thousand words-worth of complimentary wisdom?
The same negative stuff was being spouted on BBC Radio 5 Live, generally a great station. The chief football correspondent, a man who is highly respected, could hardly bring himself to praise England on this occasion. And today, 24 hours later, it was all about the long flight back to the Polish city of Krakow after an energy-sapping match in the Ukraine. Was it wise to base themselves there, the correspondent kept asking.
 It took someone like Robbie Savage, yes Robbie Savage, to put matters into context. He pointed out that England were not a Championship side of a bygone age who travel by coach. No Brian Clough-style pub stops and fish and chips wrapped in newspaper here, mate. Savage pointed out that England travel by jet, have comfortable seats and plenty of legroom on board. Indeed, they even have excellent food and refreshments. What, no butty box and a bottle of pale ale? Now that's a turn up. Furthermore, there would be no thought of winding down for hours after such an important game, so what was the point about criticising travel arrangements? Am I actually banging the drum on Savage's behalf? I must be coming down with a touch of Fen Fever. 
Before the France match, it was all Rio Ferdinand. Acres of newsprint and air-time on the subject. Yes, report on the controversy, analyse it but then move on. But that just doesn't happen these days. The subject is milked dry and long-suffering readers and viewers are treated to an epic drama that turns in to a bore rather than being a sharp interesting sit-up-and-must-read story.
Hodgson opted for a hardcore of defenders who knew each other inside out at club level - Chelsea's Gary Cahill, Ashley Cole and Terry. He also noted that Rio is injury-prone. And, by the way, Roy, just in case you didn't know it, he also happens to be the older brother of QPR's Anton.
I'm a big Rio fan and I would prefer him there ahead of John Terry because of his natural skill and his ability to read a game. But it wasn't a huge surprise when he was left out, particularly in view of the pending court case regarding Terry and Rio's brother. Even France coach Laurent Blanc thought the Ferdinand omission was "not a sporting choice". All this is very newsworthy and a great subject to tackle but it dragged on right up until the day of England's game.
English: Rio Ferdinand
Big brother is watching: the Rio saga is now over
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For Hodgson to call up the Manchester United man after injured Cahill had been ruled out of the finals would have been almost impossible. He had already carefully considered the subject and left out Rio, whatever the reason.
Look, cut through all the stuff and nonsense and just imagine the consequences had Rio Ferdinand played alongside Terry. Yes, they are both seasoned pros but that would have been asking too much. I doubt it would have been conducive to a tight defensive unit and a harmonious England team. As it was, "warrior" Terry played well alongside goalscorer Joleon Lescott in a system that obviously suited.
So now to Sweden. If England do lose then I sincerely hope that any anti-Hodgson feeling doesn't result in a Swede and Turnip-style bashing we saw when Graham Taylor was in charge. And going back down the "Woy" route would be so wrong, too. Hodgson is an accomplished coach. The inability to roll his r's [rhotacism] - oooh, err, missus -  is not really the stuff of headlines. Is it?
Harry Redknapp, manager of Tottenham Hotspur, ...
Likeable: but Harry Redknapp failed to land the top job
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He is not as a flamboyant as the likeable Harry Redknapp, but Harry didn't get the gig. So get over it. Move on. Give Roy time, but don't set the scene for yet another football witch hunt. The fans are becoming a little sick of the same old, same old.
While climbing down from my soapbox and catching my breath, I would like to wish the teams of other Fenland fans the best of luck at Euro 2012. I am, of course, referring to the many football-mad Poles, Ukrainians, Russians, Spanish and Portuguese who work so tirelessly on the land here in this corner of England.




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Thursday, 7 June 2012

A great reign, a long rain!

LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM - JUNE 04:  Paul McCart...
Knight to remember:
Sir Paul McCartney performed outside Buckingham Palace during the Jubilee concert, a part of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations, on June 4, 2012 in London. 
For only the second time in the nation's history, the UK celebrates the Diamond Jubilee of a monarch as Queen Elizabeth II celebrates the 60th anniversary of her ascension to the throne.  Macca sang All My Loving, Let it Be, Live and Let Die [with fireworks] and finished with Obladi Oblada when he was joined on stage by the rest of the performers
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On the mend: the Prince  Getty Images via @daylife


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Simply Wonderful: Stevie performs for the Queen
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They say it's windy around the Trossachs - and the Duke of Edinburgh should know. He spends a fair amount of time in Scotland where the cold can whip around the kilted regions.
Prince Philip, nearing his 91st birthday but showing the spirit of men more than half his age, was nowhere near any quiet lochs and was certainly not wearing tartan attire when he did his royal duty by standing for hours in cold, driving wind and rain on a fancy barge on the noisy, crowded Thames last weekend ... but he still suffered a nasty infection.
The people in our village took no such chances during Diamond Jubilee celebrations and called off a picnic in the park because of the weather. Therefore, no weather-related bladder complaints ... as far as I know [read on].
Thames Diamond Jubilee Pageant
Ahoy there: the Thames Diamond Jubilee Pageant was watched by millions - but the Prince suffered    ComSec
It put a dampener on proceedings but at least we could all stay indoors and watch the impressive Thames Diamond Jubilee Pageant on the day we should have been eating outdoors. The wet Union flags looked distinctly out of place as I drove around the village taking the odd picture.
Passing with flying colours: the village pump roundabout 
Many people had taken the time to dress their houses to mark the Diamond Jubilee but the good old British weather put a stop to any thought of outdoor parties last weekend.
House with style: what a gem of Diamond Jubilee display
Television coverage went on for hours and we duly watched the good old reliable BBC do a fine job. No flypast down the River Thames because the weather was far too murky, but the event was still worth watching.
The following day it was a pop concert in front of Buckingham Palace and the Queen appeared  immediately after evergreen Tom Jones had belted out a couple of numbers.
Stevie Wonder was an absolute blast, although the likeable Will.i.am looked a little lost trying to sing Happy Birthday with the legendary Mr Wonder.
There were some good acts, some not so good, and it was all wrapped up by Sir Paul McCartney who is 70 this month. It was an impressive finale to a great show organised by Gary Barlow, helped by having the Queen Victoria Memorial as the stage and Buckingham Palace as the backdrop.
While Londoners and TV viewers were treated to the showcase event, our village staged its own version of the Olympics by way of celebration. Those who took part certainly seemed to enjoy themselves as they went for gold by high-jumping blindfolded from a standing position etc - you get the picture - and the man on the public address system certainly surpassed expectations. He could be heard at the far reaches of the village.
Tuesday in London culminated in a flypast of Second World War aircraft and the Red Arrows over the Buckingham Palace balcony as thousands gathered in front of the gates of the building and lined The Mall. It was an impressive sight and was a suitable finale to the nation's public celebrations.
Warm and welcoming: villagers put on a great Jubilee display
More importantly for us, the formation of World War II aircraft [Spitfires and Hurricanes] flew over the outskirts of our village about half-an-hour beforehand, so we had a sneak but distant preview. The giveaway was the distinctive noise of the engines as they headed south and seeing them reminded us that we had better get indoors and switch on the TV if we wanted to see the climax to the Jubilee knees-up. 
It was of particular interest to my mother-in-law, who still recognises most of the Royal family despite suffering from Alzheimer's [mother-in-law, not the Royals]. All in all, a good time was had by all despite the weather.
Meanwhile, the rain keeps falling and the hosepipe ban continues in our part of soggy East Anglia. Surely we can't be in drought at this moment. They say British people are preoccupied by the weather. I wonder why?



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