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I had one of those Maalox Moments the other day, while out walking with friends. It was a bright sunny afternoon as we rambled through the picturesque Wolds near Drewton Manor, South Cave. Suddenly, we were confronted by several men wielding guns. We all froze, not quite sure what to think or do. We quickly realised they were out on a shoot, possibly from Drewton Manor itself.

Pheasant shoots: great social events combined with wildlife carnage

Pheasants were falling from the sky like rag dolls. The juxtaposition of my horror against their joy was a lesson in human behaviour. I instinctively screamed  “don’t frighten that bird into the wake of gun fire!”, which caused them to stop in their tracks and appear to listen. I thought to myself, that showed them and was momentarily pleased with myself. My self-satisfaction was short-lived, “we need more beaters, want to help?”. We politely declined the invitation and tip-toed past. We were quite taken aback and glad to get back to our cars.

I am told that shoots are a great ‘social event’. It is interesting how humans calibrate the value of life around such ‘social events’. I will never understand the fascination of blood sports.

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Question: How do you make a green sweater disappear before your very own eyes?

One method of securing your possessions from airport security scanners

Answer: Very easily. Follow this simple recipe. Place your sweater in one grey, dry, plastic security tray. Then place the tray firmly on a scanner conveyor belt, preferably at Palma Mallorca Airport. Add one dose of thorough frisking by airport security staff as your sweater gently feeds into the scanner’s bowels. Wait 30 seconds to let things simmer and Abracadabra! Your green sweater has gone! Consumed by the scanner – it never emerges from the other side.

But the fun doesn’t stop there. Now you have to make yourself understood by Spanish airport staff. Try explaining to them that you are waiting for something that never appears. You can’t! They don’t understand English and you can’t speak Spanish. No attempts at waving your arms in circular orangutan-like motions will inform them of your cause. It is at times like these when you discover that there is no international symbol for ‘sweater’. Only those of you that regularly play charades at dinner parties will succeed in explaining your problem. I must make a note to accept more invitations to dinner parties.

I stood and waited stubbornly, only to have Spanish airport security usher me along impatiently. I finally reported my loss to the Information Desk who duly noted my problem and diligently shrugged their shoulders.

But that’s not the end of the fun. Eventually, several weeks later, I received a long letter in Spanish from Palma Mallorca Airport, suggesting I send them an email to report the problem! Surely it’s reported, otherwise how did the letter find its way to me?

Let’s hope their airport security department is more efficient than their lost and found department. I can only hope my green sweater has found a home with some deserving soul.

In stark contrast, when returning from visiting my family in Paris last weekend, I entrusted another sweater to a scanner in Charles de Gaulle airport. My faith was restored. Three metres later, I was able to retrieve all of my possessions. The French appear to feed their scanners more regularly than the Spanish. You can always trust the French with food.

A tale of two cities!!!

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Macbeth and Hamlet – stars of a new tragedy in the making?

Could their common journeys, both starting with a supernatural event and ending in blood, death and tears be an omen for the proposed redrawing of the United Kingdom’s traditional boundaries? Are we really about to roll back centuries of history to a time when the Vikings ruled the Highlands, but this time  under the guise of a new Scottish and Scandinavian economic community?

If the Scottish National Party (SNP) strategists get their way, we could be.

The birth of a new economic community?

They plan to shift Scotland’s focus away from England towards the Nordic countries in the event of a successful referendum on independence. It’s a plan that will surely please the Scottish nationalists of the east, but likely dismay the Union faithful. Is there a risk of rift within Scotland itself? Let’s hope this is a tragedy that only Shakespeare could devise.

To me, these SNP plans make no sense – even though Scandinavians and Scots share a dark sense of humour, long dark nights and the proximity of Scotland’s Presbyterian heritage and Scandinavia’s Lutheran tradition. Not forgetting of course that it was the Viking invasion that provoked the formation of the independent kingdoms of England and Scotland in the first place through conquest, extortion and expulsion!

Not all Scot’s feel there is a bond with the Norsemen towards the east. Western Scot’s feel deeper ties with their Gaelic heritage stemming from Ireland.

Something tells me there is a subplot to all of this.

But do the Scandinavians really need Scotland?

The Scandinavians are wealthy, have resources and govern superbly. Life expectancy is above average.

Sweden has a population of over 9 million with an economy largely driven by exporting goods such as petroleum, iron, steel and paper.

Norway looks very similar, with its population of 4.9 million, enjoying one of the highest standards of living and lowest unemployment rates in the world. Today it is amongst the world’s largest exporters of fuel products, which explains why it remains largely unscathed by the recent financial crisis. What to do with their wealth is one of the country’s most contentious political issues. Some want more of it to be used to fund infrastructure and others to invest for future generations… a nice problem to have.

To an outsider like me, Scandinavia does not need Scotland and its population of 5 million. Yes, its oil, whiskey, textile, agriculture, hydropower and water exports appear enticing at first glance, but its high unemployment and pensioner demographic seem more troublesome. Norway is only Scotland’s 6th largest exporting partner, whereas the UK is Norway’s largest exporting partner. There is a lot at stake if the apple cart tips over.

Or could it be that freeing themselves from the Parliamentary shackles of British law lords would let the SNP do ‘other business’ such as the deal with PetroChina at Grangemouth? Who knows where it would all lead.

Will Scotland say ‘No’ to England?

I believe most Scots are canny, strong-minded and believe in the cultural diversity that bonds these island nations together. They view it as a source of strength rather than weakness.

And just imagine the Union Flag without St. Andrew? What a shame that would be…

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My curiosity was aroused in a recent conversation involving the word “carpetbaggers”; I’d often used the word, but never really understood its meaning. Wikipedia came to the rescue.

An antique carpet bag

The term originates from the days following the American civil war, when Northerners or Yankees flooded to the South in search of work opportunities. Many of these migrant workers carried their affairs in carpet bags, that is to say bags made from sturdy oriental rugs. These outsiders together with the Republican party of the day were said to have meddled in local politics to suit their own causes. It was intended as a derogatory term and today suggests opportunism and exploitation by outsiders.

In today’s political landscape it has also come to refer to politicians that run for public office in a district with which they have no community ties, commuting from London from time-to-time to attend certain meetings, lending the impression they are locally active.

Read the fascinating history behind carpetbaggers here.

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Ladybirds (Coccinellidae) are here in abundance again after their winter hibernation and colourful red shells are emerging from between the pampas grass and bark of my garden.

The colour red

A cluster of different varieties of ladybirds

Their latin name is taken from the colour scarlet, which is a device to warn off predators. This phenomenon is called aposematism and works because predators learn by experience to associate certain prey with a bad taste. They are distasteful to most birds so these little bugs will usually enjoy a fairly long and contented lifespan; apart from when they take to the air because swifts and swallows are immune to its defensive chemicals. There are other predators too such as fungi, mites and parasitic wasps and flies who lay eggs on ladybird larvae. They are also the prey of frogs, wasps, spiders, and dragonflies.

Not your average ladybird

More than 3,500 species

There are over 3,500 species worldwide of which 43 are in the UK. You’d probably only recognize 26 as being ladybirds and they differentiate themselves by a variety of colours and spot count on their shell. Depending on the species, they can have spots, stripes, or no markings at all. It has been said that the number of spots on a ladybird’s back determine its age, but this is just a myth. They usually live for just one or two years. Read this interesting UK survey about ladybirds in this country.

Respected beetle

This most popular beetle whose daily diet is a vast consumption of aphids can now be seen in large clusters. Several centuries ago, it was thought to bring bad luck to kill them, which explains why children have been taught to respect them through folklore and nursery rhymes. Those of you with prize roses should be greeting their arrival with open arms, even if from time-to-time they can be a nuisance to farmers.

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It’s not just dogs is it, I mean creating a mess?

Together a colleague and I spent an entire hour picking up litter in just one leafy Anlaby lane today. In that hour we collected enough litter to fill two large green bins – for Council collection from our own bins of course! The bin will need a thorough cleanse afterwards; it was full of detritus, but mostly beer cans, bottles, plastic wrappers and occasional condom packets. The mind boggles! It was our litter ‘pick-nic‘.

And I was wondering what had happened to the snails in the wintertime… now I know, a dozen or so were stuck to plastic food wrappers in the hedgerow. I gave them their freedom!

50 cans on park bench

A dog walker reported to me that in Anlaby House grounds a pile of 50 or so beer cans had been dumped next to a seat bequeathed by a widow in memory of her late husband… How thoughtful! Did someone just dump them there or was there a shindig and high revelry in the light of the moon behind the rhododendron bushes?

Fortunately the Council department have now organised the collection and a close watch will be instituted in future.

We humans are responsible for mess everywhere. It’s true we are the “throw-away-society“. People just throw litter anywhere, as long as its not in their own “patch”. It is “an ill bird that fouls its own hole” – as they say. What is happening to our civic values?

Phantom Litter Man

Phantom Litter Man

And those who are economic with the truth have a lot to answer for too. Where is the organisation to inform and organise such a litter ‘pick-nic‘? The Council refuse workers probably do not own a budget to litter pick on a regular basis; it needs to be regular because the muck is in every hedgerow where there is passing traffic and footpath walkers. Why don’t people just take it home? Sounds like a job for Hessle’s Phantom Litter Man! If only we all took a leaf out of his book – the roads, paths and countryside would be so much cleaner.

I suppose it has to be left to the good natured public volunteers, just like ourselves (and Phantom Litter Man) to go out and make Anlaby hedgerows and pathways look clean and tidy. My colleague spent an hour on his own last week collecting.

Pass through traffic

Who is responsible for all this rubbish? It is more often than not pass through traffic; most is slung from vehicles, or tossed aside by passers-by. They don’t seem to give a hoot.

Small consolation

At least I feel as though I have done something worthwhile in the neighbourhood today. My colleague and I have promised an hour litter ‘pick-nicking‘ from time to time just to keep on top of the problem in our neighbourhood.

Swiss study

Eyes provoke public-spirited people to spend more time clearing litter

There are of course other good folk who litter pick in neighbouring communities. A newly published paper authored by two swiss “eco-ethologists” at the University of Neuchatel studied human behaviour in response to litter signs. It shows that public-spirited people will spend more time clearing litter if the person on the sign is accompanied with eyes. The study is careful to point out that the eyes do not increase the proportion of people who clear away litter, but rather the time invested by those who do. It’s a simple but effective measure akin to etching flies on urinals that may help keep our streets cleaner.

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Dog dirt dodgems rant

Call it what you like, but I call it “dog dirt”. I am tired of being PC.

How I wish that when I was out walking, as I was this afternoon in Anlaby and Willerby, that I didn’t have to dodge dog dirt – sounds like a new video game.  Some people have the nerve to surreptitiously hide it in hedgerows when they think nobody is looking – so they think. Or creep around and stuff it under shrubs at night when they think nobody is around.

Seriously, to be told by a group walking leader that “You cannot go down that snicket this afternoon because it is caked in dog dirt” is extremely irritating.

You shouldn’t have to be staring at the ground…. hopping this way and that just because you want to go for a simple walk! I want to admire the scenery!

Toxocara Canis (roundworm) in a puppies gut

Do dog owners realise that they risk spreading disease? A single gram of dog dirt can contain over 20 million fecal bacteria including Toxocara Canis (roundworm) and E. coli, which can cause intestinal illnesses in humans and can be fatal in puppies. Dog droppings are one of the leading sources of E. Coli  (fecal coliforms) bacterial pollution in this country.

Dog owners who take their pet for walks in the countryside behave in the same way too. How many times have I crossed a muddy field filled with dog poo! Don’t get me wrong, I love dogs. It’s not their fault, well not entirely…

I was extremely happy to see Leeds County Council take the bull by the horns and start discussions about measures to restrict selfish dog walkers from certain areas. It goes without saying that I have reported the “offending” snicket to East Riding Council as it is one used by children attending local primary school.

Dog owners should be forced to carry a ‘pooper-scooper‘ and carry it home as they do in other countries or risk losing their license.

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Congratulations to David Hockney – world famous artist – for his recent Order of Merit. David has lived in Bridlington for seven years after leaving his native Bradford and then later the Californian sunshine. Don’t miss his ‘A Bigger Picture‘ exhibition, at the Royal Academy in London. It is a remarkable show of his work.

Woldgate Woods, East Yorkshire (2006)

Some of his paintings remind me of Muir Woods north of the Golden Gate bridge, San Francisco, where I had the pleasure to visit nearly 30 years ago. I still possess a souvenir Redwood  tree that I planted as a seed in my back garden, and which had to be topped recently as it began to encroach on the Anlaby skyline. A Redwood in Anlaby. Quite a sight!

The Road Across the Wolds (1997)

David Hockney’s  paintings have a special quality, admired and enthralled by all who love and enjoy the countryside.  Scenes reflected in his giant montages resonate with the East Yorkshire landscapes. It’s great to ramble with a like-minded walking group, taking in the breathtaking scenery and transforming them in my mind’s eye to great Hockney paintings to come!

What a brilliant attraction it would be to have some of David Hockney’s works exhibited at The Spa,  Bridlington!!! And did you know there are plans to create a David Hockney trail in Yorkshire? Locations in the trail so far will include the villages of Warter, Thixendale and Sledmere as well as Salts Mills and Bradford, plus various sites in the Wolds.

By the way, I think the description of the “Order of Merit” as a  “gong”, is somewhat  disparaging!!

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Happy blogging!

Mary L. Kingston

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