Widecombe Fair

Every September on the second Tuesday of the month perhaps the most famous of all the country fairs takes place at Widecombe, on Dartmoor. It began more than 150 years ago as a market but has grown to become a showcase for all the best of what the area has to offer. As well as ponies, cattle and sheep, there are events like terrier racing, bale tossing and tug of war. It is well known for the song Widecombe Fair,

Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,

All along, down along, out along lee

For I want to go to Widecombe fair

With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney

Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

 

And when shall I see again my grey mare?

All along, down along, out along lee.

By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,

With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney

Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

 

Then Friday came and Saturday noon

All along down along out along lee

But Tom Pearse’s old mare have not trotted home

With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney

Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

 

So Tom Pearse he got up to the top of the hill

All along down along out along lee

And he seed his old mare down a’ making her will

With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney

Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

 

So Tom Pearce’s old mare her took sick and died

All along down along out along lee

And Tom he sat down on a stone and he cried

With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney

Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

 

But this isn’t the end of this shocking affair

All along down along out along lee

Nor though they be dead of the horrid career

With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney

Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

 

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night

All along down along out along lee

Tom Pearse’s old mare doth appear ghastly white

With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney

Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

 

And all the long night he heard skirling and groans

All along down along out along lee

From Tom Pearse’s old mare and a rattling of bones

With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney

Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

 You may know the tune? The church at Widecombe, St Pancras, is known as the cathedral of the moor and I found this lovely ‘Old Grey Mare’ model.

The fair will be this Tuesday coming, still time for you to make it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meeting Yuli

As some of you may know I am a crafter and I regularly go to country shows and craft fairs with my friend to sell our work. One of the things that makes it special is talking to people I wouldn’t usually get to meet.

And so I met Yuli, a gentle lady part of whose heritage is Norwegian, she touched my heart. She works with wool, creating the most unusual pieces that are functional and decorative. She began as a weaver in the 1990’s, but now makes felt. She lives right in the heart of Devon and her wool is sourced locally, from Umberleigh, a flock of Lleyn Welsh sheep and Hatherleigh, a Devon Close Wool flock, to keep the wool miles down. Yuli feels that it is important to encourage the growth of sheep farming and believes in sustainability.

Yuli has her felt dyed by a friend who uses only natural plant dyes. The soft but intense red comes from the roots of  Madder, or of Lady’s bedstraw. When researching Lady’s Bedstraw I came upon an interesting coincidence, in Norse mythology, Frigg was the goddess of married women, she helped women in childbirth, and Lady’s Bedstraw was used as a sedative that they called Frigg’s grass. A nice link to Yuli’s cultural history.

The other plant dyes used are Weld, which makes yellow, as does onion skin although the latter is not as colour fast. Indigo is used for beautiful blues as it has been for generations of blue jeans and by the nomadic Tuareg of the Sahara.

Her first felted pieces were hats and the off garment but her range has grown in several directions. I bought a bird token that hangs on a wool strand. She also makes horses, and uses both as decoration for tuffetts – yes just as little Miss Muffett sat on, only Yuli’s are each individual layered mats that give you a soft, comforting place to sit on a chair or even damp grass. Tea cosies, lovely little cushion rolls, hot water bottle covers, oven gloves and wall hangings to dream of, all have recurring motifs from nature.

Yuli has worked with schoolchildren, showing them the history of wool, textiles and dyeing, as well as hands on creating of beautiful art work. It was her own childhood experience that led to her most unusual and stunning creations, felt coffins. She experienced bereavement in her early years that had a profound effect on her and believes that death is dealt with badly in the West. The enduring impact of her loss led her to make her first shroud. I was taken aback when she told me but it quickly made sense, after all ordinary people would have been laid to rest in simple fabric shrouds. She told me that in 17th century Britain an act of parliament stated that woollen shrouds should be used, to help develop the woollen trade.

I have always hated the idea that I might be buried in the ground in a wooden box with brass handles taking a beautiful tree to do so. I had a vague idea of a sleeping bag liner or a cardboard box instead. But how comforting to be wrapped in soft felted wool from local sheep and returned to the earth. Yuli calls them Leaf Cocoons and they are carried on a strong wooden frame. This makes far more sense to me than a polished box.

Yuli’s website is here, visit, enjoy her wonderful work. I was so impressed and I’d like to hear what you think. Thank you, meeting you was special Yuli and I hope to see you again.

100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups Week# 52

Julia seems to think that the challenge she has set this week is easy, maybe you would like to try it out, it certainly wasn’t easy for me. I couldn’t find words to go before together the flames and I think i have cheated because altogether can only be one word? Anyway here goes.

Flames

On the day before I became a widow, I caught the London train for a weekend with the girls. Oh how we laughed that evening, fuelled with cocktails, sharing the events of the last year. New jobs, new grandchildren, and Stella’s new romance with Paul from Woodleigh comprehensive, he wouldn’t get away this time. Paul’s ex-wife had moved to my village, she could be the one I see walking the schnauzer.

Over breakfast we saw the BBC Devon news.

‘The bodies of a man and woman were found in the bedroom of the middle cottage; all together the flames destroyed three homes.’

Link back to Julia’s Place.to see the other entries.

The Sunday Post: Solid

Jakes theme for the Sunday post this week is solid. I’m posting a picture of a granite boulder in the North Teign river, called a Tolmen stone. Legend says that fertility is guaranteed, if the rock is climbed through nine times, at the right time of the Lunar cycle.

So my ‘solid’ rock has a metre wide hole in it!

Visit Jake’s Printer, check out his animated graphics and the other entries this week.

http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/07/14/sunday-post-solid/

My daughter has turned cave girl!

ninagoldsworthy's avatarMy Primal Life - Musings of a Cave Girl

Sadly I don’t have time for a proper post today, as I’ve just got home from work and I have several more hours of work to do in preparation for a big event on Thursday & Friday. Roll on the weekend!
Normally at this crazy sort of time, I would be chowing down on junk to keep me going. I vowed to try and deal with it all cave-girl stylee, and I have to say, I feel pretty darn good!

Breakfast: 
Greek yoghurt, peach walnuts, pumpkin seeds, ground almonds.
This really keeps me going until lunchtime. When I’ve run out of peaches I’m going to try to go without fruit, because I think it’s holding my weight loss back a bit. Doesn’t it look pretty though! 

Lunch:
Hard-boiled eggs, chicken, lettuce, spinach, cucumber, tomatoes, walnut oil.



Dinner:
Bacon, greek yoghurt, spinach, lettuce, tomatoes, yellow pepper. – The quickest way of…

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A South Hams Birthday

On my birthday earlier this month, a day out to the South hams was planned and when a colleague suggested Aveton Gifford, I thought why not? He described the Avon estuary as a lovely place to walk and I was intrigued by the Tidal Road.

He said there would be a lot of birds and there were plenty of swans and this solitary egret, but he saw us coming and legged it. 

As we approached the Tidal road this beauty went haring past, I wondered if he knew something we didn’t, but remembered I had checked the tide tables the day before.

The wild flowers were lovely, the gentle palette of red campion, sea thrift, and  honeysuckle, were a treat on a grey, misty morning.

This is the section of the road that gets covered, I really wouldn’t want to get caught in that mud. 

We took a high path that some locals recommended for the view, which would have been better had the sun shone, and this is where we turned back because the rain was setting in.

After lunch and a chat with my favourite local artist, at an exhibition of her work in Kingsbridge,   http://emmacarter.com/main.php?g2_itemId=202&g2_enterAlbum=0 (I want this one so badly!), we called at Beesands where the weather was even worse.

Next was Torcross, where a World War 2 Sherman Tank resides as part of a memorial. Torcross was used as a practice ground for 30,000 American troops, because of its resemblance to the beaches of the D Day landings in Normandy.

Parallel to Torcross beach lies Slapton Ley, a wetland with a diverse (and hiding) wildlife. Although it is only separated from the sea by a narrow strip of shingle, it is freshwater, the biggest natural lake in the South West.

The last stop of the day was at Blackpool sands, which were neither Blackpool, thank goodness, or sand, but at there was a little colour.

Finally home via the Higher Ferry at Dartmouth. The weather may have been miserable but I had a lovely birthday and a lovely month. This is a long post for me, I hope I haven’t bored you senseless,  but I do love the South Hams area of Devon!

 

A Day in Dartmoor National Park

Today I’m sitting here wrapped in a blankie trying to keep warm but  we had summer last month and I’m cheering myself up looking at these photos I took on a summery day out.

Being a tourist in my own county, that’s Devon, the most perfect place!

This weekend a lovely Australian friend came to stay and as it was her first time in Devon we tried to pick some nice spots to take her. First off we hit the city centre, planning to go to the cathedral, remember I posted about it a few weeks ago? A service was about to start so we thought we would come back later. Meanwhile the Cathedral school were holding their summer fete on the green and this is some of what we saw.

We headed through Ship Lane, passing Sir Francis Drakes favourite port of call.

to High street with its carefully restored Tudor buildings

We spent an hour in the welcome air conditioned museum, http://www.rammuseum.org.uk/ recently re-opened after a major refurbishment. At the moment there’s an exhibition of the late James Ravilious, one of my favourite photographers. Coming back to Gandy Street, we were so hot we just had to sit outside Coolings for a half pint of cider! 

there were a few cackling witches hanging around the back alley!

Some surviving parts of the castle

and city wall 

Back down the road we watched some street dance

The cathedral was closed when we got back, but we had a look around the nearby  ruins of  St Catherine’s Chapel, which date from the mid 15th century and were all but destroyed in the Blitz. 

Our day didn’t end there, we went on to the coast, walked on Cockle sands where the tide was out and had fish and chips on the seafront. Finally we pootled around Topsham for an hour, along Hannaford’s quay to the Goat walk. A super day, glorious sunshine and the lovely Australian had a fab time.

As I have included shots of Exeter’s ancient walls and St Catherine’s here is a few lines from the 8th century Exeter book, the poem ‘Ruin’.

Wrætlic is þes wealstan, wyrde gebræcon;
burgstede burston, brosnað enta geweorc.
Hrofas sind gehrorene, hreorge torras,
hrungeat berofen, hrim on lime,

scearde scurbeorge scorene, gedrorene,
ældo undereotone. Eorðgrap hafað
waldend wyrhtan forweorone, geleorene,
heardgripe hrusan, oþ hund cnea
werþeoda gewitan. Oft þæs wag gebad

ræghar ond readfah rice æfter oþrum,
ofstonden under stormum; steap geap gedreas.
Wonað giet se …num geheapen,
fel on
grimme gegrunden

or if modern English is more your style,

Wondrous is this wall-stead, wasted by fate.
Battlements broken, giant’s work shattered.
Roofs are in ruin, towers destroyed,
Broken the barred gate, rime on the plaster,

walls gape, torn up, destroyed,
consumed by age. Earth-grip holds
the proud builders, departed, long lost,
and the hard grasp of the grave, until a hundred generations
of people have passed. Often this wall outlasted,

hoary with lichen, red-stained, withstanding the storm,
one reign after another; the high arch has now fallen.

The wall-stone still stands, hacked by weapons,
by grim-ground files.