What connects the two pictures below?
Answer:
The planned task for the NCVs this week.
They were supposed to be out working on Pancake Tuesday planting Sphagnum moss.
HOWEVER...... the best laid plans of mice and men often have to change and, due to the weather conditions encountered at the meeting place near Ramsgill, they were!!
HOWEVER...... the best laid plans of mice and men often have to change and, due to the weather conditions encountered at the meeting place near Ramsgill, they were!!
Snow was falling heavily and the road was getting covered over.
The prospect of ascending onto Masham Moor to spend the day on our knees in the snow and mud was NOT looked on favourably.
The alternative idea? Back to the barn to sort out everything that had been shifted to allow the shelving work to be done over the last two weeks.
First important tasks on arrival - have a cup of coffee to warm up
and get the wood burner going!
The nature of the problem.
(NB Note the A frame welly hanger - more later!)
Stuff heaped in the middle of the floor and in front of the shelves.
Whilst all these shennanigins were going on
another group of NCVs were sharpening tools and
setting saws at the other end of the barn.
Unfortunately it was James's last day out with the volunteers before he moves on to his new position with the Yorkshire Wildlife Trust. It was a sad time for everyone. We will miss him greatly. We sent him off with a photo book as a memento of his time with us and Tony, our very own poet, penned the "pome" below in his honour. Farewell James and good luck in your new role. We will miss your delicious cakes!!
Our James
Our James, a Searle,
is never surly
Totes a beard that’s
black and curly;
Even-tempered, never
shirty
(Someone guessed his
age at thirty!)
The birds and
butterflies and trees.
The tasks that he
selects for us
He organises without
fuss,
Reminds us all the
day before
Of time and place for
Tuesday’s chore.
Is never known to
curse or shout,
And thanks us all for
turning out.
He’s the one who’ll
never shirk
The toughest task,
the muddiest work;
He never minds the
hardest slog
In Fishponds Wood or
Cow Mires bog.
He’ll swing a scythe
and rake the swath
Or build a footpath
up at Wath.
At Longside Farm he’ll
lay a hedge.
In Hackfall Wood
he’ll help us dredge
The Alum Pond, or
swing an axe
To clear the fallen trees
from tracks.
In bracken or in
balsam he
Will set to work with
wicked glee.
And when it rains, or
sleets, or hails,
Or threatens
equinoctial gales
He keeps on smiling,
hands round cake.
How does he find the
time to bake?
But now we hear he’s
moving on;
A week or two and
he’ll be gone.
The Yorkshire
Wildlife Trust will gain
The benefit of
James’s brain.
We’ll miss his
cheerful laugh and chat
The bearded grin
below his hat;
But wish him all the
very best,
In every future
wildllife quest.
By Tony Knowles – official NCV bard
Best wishes to James. I bet that's the first time "equinoctial gales" has ever been used in a poem. Will.
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