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A Potter's Moll: No Lakes Without Watter

...The weather has been behaving bizarrely this month. Our visit to the Lake District last weekend was a complete washout – you knew in the morning that it would rain all day. The farmer who owned the campsite pointed out that: ‘There’d be no lakes if there was no watter.’...

Liz Robison has a damp and miserable time while more water was being added to England’s most watery corner,

Do visit the Web site of Liz’s potter husband Jim Robison http://www.jimrobison.co.uk/

And do visit the Holmfrith Art Week exhibitions – and Booth House Gallery. Go on, treat yourself!

June is definitely the month for foxgloves and this year they have been spectacular on verges and in lanes and gardens. In my garden they self-seed and crop up here and there so it is always a pleasant surprise to see where they appear.

But the weather has been behaving bizarrely this month. Our visit to the Lake District last weekend was a complete washout – you knew in the morning that it would rain all day. The farmer who owned the campsite pointed out that: ‘There’d be no lakes if there was no watter.’ But it made the rest of the party’s visit to Go Ape in Grizedale Forest a damp and miserable affair and really there was no opportunity to ride the five bikes that had been dragged up there.

And then the wind got up….

No wonder insurance premiums are so high – my car was damaged three weeks ago and I have had a hire car ever since. My Honda Civic was collected and taken to Trafford Park in Greater Manchester (about fifty miles away) to be repaired. We were assured that our Repair Monitor would keep us posted. Wrong. We have rung her each time. The car was supposed to be ready last Wednesday but then the Quality Control Monitor discovered that one of the dents had not been seen to, so I still do not have it back.

The local lads at the bottom of the hill would have sorted it out in a couple of days, probably at a fraction of the price.

In a recent column I was a bit too optimistic about people abandoning plastic bags. The checkout lady at Morrisons told me that loads of people still use them saying: ‘I’ve left the others at home / in the car.’ Then we got onto food prices – for example cottage cheese is 65p in Morrisons and £1.05 in the Co-op. As she handed me my receipt she said: ‘Ah well, love, we’ve had us moan.’

This week I attended a service of thanksgiving for the life of a man I only knew by sight – he was the husband of one of my choir friends. The tributes to him from family, friends and ex-colleagues as well as the packed church were all a testament to a life well lived, and his widow, who called him her ‘pal’ in the newspaper announcement, managed to smile at everyone as she followed the coffin out of the church.

Tempus fugit. My husband tells me that I have become hard of hearing, so I asked the doctor for a hearing test and then got a letter from the hospital saying my doctor thinks I may need a hearing aid. (Help!) This made me look for the first time at one of the many, many advertising leaflets that fall out of SAGA magazine. It was offering something called a Personal Amplifier. I tried a kitchen funnel and it does improve what you can hear – perhaps I’ll get an ear trumpet because if people see that they would speak louder and I would hear better.

I think part of the reason fro my problem is age, but part is also that my eardrums are very scarred from repeated childhood ear infections. This was pre 1948 and the NHS and the widespread availability of antibiotics. There was some vile emulsion called M and B, but I have no idea what it did.

There was a clock and watch repairer in my hometown that said Tempus Fugit over the door. My grandmother once told us that she had had her clock repaired at Mr Fugit’s.

Coming up, as they say on TV all the time, this weekend we are going to Earth and Fire at Rufford Country Park in Nottingham where husband Jim will join scores of other potters for a selling fair plus lots of other activities and demonstrations. It is a beautiful setting with the sandstone ruins of an abbey as a backdrop. More camping, so definitely need to take the wellies. In June!

Holmfirth ArtWeek is coming up beginning 5th July. This event in our small West Yorkshire town annually raises thousands of pounds for Macmillan Cancer Relief. The main exhibition is in the Civic Hall, and there are fringe venues all around the area, including our own Booth House Gallery. Well worth a visit from anyone within striking distance of Holmfirth.

More from me in a fortnight.

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