Cygnets, Ducklings and a Predator on the New River

Sighted on the New River at lunchtime today a mum with seven ducklings:













chased by a mum and three cygnets

































whilst beneath the calm waters a Pike lies in wait












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Father's Day at Tate Modern

A day which began with a good breakfast and felicitations from senior offspring in the Netherlands and the PRC continued with a trip toTate Modern with younger daughter where we saw a film of Jackson Pollock at work:

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and some wooden stuff in juxtaposition:


and a visitor in the Turbine Hall:

Swans today on the New River

Nigerian Centenarian Looks Back

An earlier post celebrated the 100th Birthday of Alhaja Nimota Ashabi Lediju. I was fortunate enough to meet Alhaja Lijedu, a dear friend's grandmother, in Lagos in the early 80s. She has recently been interviewed by This Day newspaper.

The full interview can be found at the link below but here is an extract:

"Growing up in Lagos Island was interesting. .... I remember as a kid a train called 'Victoria Train' used to pass in front of our house in Ebute-Ero on the Island ....... there was discipline in the neighbourhood. The environment was friendly and cordial. As a matter of fact, it wasn't only your parents that could discipline you. You could be disciplined by another parents from six houses away without your parents raising an eye brow. ......the boy friend and girl friend stuff that are now in vogue was a taboo during our days......"

full interview : http://www.thisdayonline.com/nview.php?id=49610

New River's Most Wanted?

Spotted on the river bank on Friday; are these the likely suspects behind the dearth of river bank hatchlings?

Swans on the New River. Saturday Morning.

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100th Birthday Celebrated

Birthday Greetings

Alhaja Nimota Ashabi Lediju

born this day in 1906.

History of the New River

There are several New Rivers around the world but none perhaps as unique as that upon which the coots described here struggle for survival.

Our local New River is neither new nor a river as it is actually a man made water course on which work began way back in 1609 and was completed in 1613.

It was built by Sir Hugh Myddelton, a Welsh engineer, who set out to provide a source of fresh water to the citizens of London. This artificial channel starts near Ware in Hertfordshire, about 20 miles to the North of London, but it meanders around the contours over an actual distance of some 40 miles. The river was an engineering wonder of its time as it carried water down a gradient of between two and four inches in the mile. It used to end near Sadler's Wells theatre in Islington but now does so near a reservoir in Stoke Newington, North London. Its waters are pumped from there via a pipe to a water purification works in Walthamstow a few miles to the east.

It was opened on 29 September 1613 by the Lord Mayor of London, Sir Thomas Myddelton, who was Hugh's brother. Most of it is still in use today under the ownership of Thames Water, and it still supplies the capital with drinking water 393 years later. Its current capacity is around 40 million gallons per day, some of which is pumped from the nearby River Lea.

Giant Elephant charms London

The Sultan's Elephant, a forty feet high mechanical Pachyderm weighing 42 tonnes, captivated all who viewed it in central London this weekend. Created by the French company, Royal de Luxe, it was commissioned to mark the centenary of Jules Verne.

Here are some photos I took today ( click them to enlarge):

the Elephant gets ready to leave Horse Guards Parade:


Heading towards The Mall:


A rear view:


A larger than life girl accompanied the Elephant:




The Lifeguards kept an eye on the proceedings:


And the flower beds in nearby St. James Park were in full bloom:


Read more about the event at: http://www.thesultanselephant.com

Springtime on the New River

The coots are busy building nests out of grass, twigs and other debris on the calm waters of the New River.

Mr Coot brings back some nesting material:


and passes it to Mrs Coot:


Mrs Coot moves her eggs around a little:


and settles down for a spot of incubation:


so that's what discarded supermarket trolleys are for! (click on photos to enlarge)

Coot: Fulica atra. AKA: Common coot, which is all-black and larger than its cousin, the moorhen, it has a distinctive white beak and 'shield' above the beak which earns it the title 'bald'. Coots prefer to live on areas of fairly shallow standing freshwater with a muddy bottom and plenty of vegetation at the sides. Found mainly in lowland areas they eat vegetation, snails and insect larvae.

Tyneside Journey

A sentimental journey with the Matriarch and younger daughter to the Homeland this weekend:

Which direction?



The Matriarch surveys the quayside, at and near which several relatives from earlier generations worked and lived:



These shirts can be seen everywhere in the city:



Local Hero:



The old family home:



And on this St George's Day, memories of a gentle man whose birthday is remembered.

King Canute running pub in Brighton?

Spotted on a pub door in Brighton on Easter Sunday

Winslow Homer and Northumberland Fisher Folk

A trip to the Dulwich Picture Gallery today to see a marvelous exhibition of the work of American artist Winslow Homer (1836-1910). Homer has a strong connection with Northumberland and in particular Cullercoats.



In the 1880s, Cullercoats, now part of Tyne & Wear, was a small Northumbrian fishing village, surrounded by industrial and coal mining communities, but it was also home to a flourishing community of artists.

Homer made two trips there during 1881 & 1882 and his wonderful paintings, water colours mostly, from that period capture scenes from the everyday lives of the local fishing community. He stayed in a hotel called the Hudlestone Arms which, along with the fishing community, is long gone. The old fishermen's cottages were demolished during 1960's and 70's but the local fisher folk of the 1880s live on in the work of one of America's most famous artists.

Many of Homer's Cullercoats paintings depict the village's fishwives who mended the nets and prepared and sold the fish caught by their men folk, as well as bringing up their families. According to local Historian Ron Wright a local lass called Maggie Jefferson appears in half a dozen of the Cullercoats paintings. Her family lived next door to Homer's studio; she later married a fisherman called William Storey and was a mother to an astonishing 17 children, she died in 1957 aged 88. Homer was to paint more than 20 watercolours of the people and views of Cullercoats, including one of a rescue of the crew of the ship, the Iron Crown ( see picture below) which he witnessed during a heavy storm at the mouth of the River Tyne in October 1881.

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Homer was a self-taught artist whose career began as a Civil War illustrator with the American magazine Harper's Weekly. After his stay in Cullercoats he began to concentrate on marine subjects and he is considered by many to be one of the greatest painters of the sea.



Fisherwoman,(probably 1882) the ruins of Tynemouth Priory and a lighthouse can be seen in the background. The lighthouse is no longer there. (click to enlarge)

In May 1998, Microsoft chairman Bill Gates paid a record £17.8 million for Lost on the Grand Banks, ( see below) Homer's last major seascape.

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"The Meek shall inherit the Earth." Matthew 5:5

Whilst hundreds of millions of our fellow men, women and children around the world survive on very little, many with no clean water to drink and little or no food to eat, we in the wealthier nations tend to consume to the limit that our salaries and credit cards allow.

Our homes are full of the latest gadgets, our wardrobes overflow with clothes rarely worn and we replace perfectly serviceable TVs, Hi-Fis and other appliances with newer models and then discard the old ones to pollute land and water.

All the things we collectively purchase require the consumption of raw materials in ever increasing quantities; the energy to produce and deliver them to us comes overwhelmingly from non-renewable sources and our economic way of life and standards of living depend upon a cycle of constant growth, increased demand, more production, more energy, more waste.

Is this way of life sustainable? In the short-term perhaps, in the long-term almost certainly not.

If western patterns of consumption are matched by the fast growing Indian and Chinese economies there simply wouldn't be enough oil and other raw materials to go around. Daily demand for oil from China alone would outstrip current worldwide daily production within the foreseeable future. All modern and developing economies are based on, and driven by, oil and natural gas; but these finite resources will , despite all the oil sands in Canada, run out one day.

And if a huge body of scientific opinion is correct our seemingly insatiable demand for more and more and our selfish disrespect for the natural world around us is causing global warming to increase at an unprecedented rate.

A handful of British MPs have recently called for radical measures to be taken; in effect for people to be forced to consume less to help to save the planet. The logic being, consume less, produce less, burn less fossil fuel, reduce greenhouse gases, and slow down or reverse global warming and hopefully save the planet for future generations to enjoy.

A concept doomed to failure however. Consuming less would mean less production, fewer jobs, less income, lower standards of living, less tax and fewer public services such as health provision leading to a downward spiral of relative impoverishment which few of us in the west could contemplate let alone volunteer for.

And even if the population of the UK were prepared to make such sacrifices the effect on the world's climate would be negligible and the effect on living standards would be immense. Only if all major economic countries in the world could agree to a mass reduction of material consumption would there be any possibility to reverse any man made global warming. Is that likely? Of course not, it's a Utopian fantasy. National and individual self-interest would prevail and those of us privileged enough to afford foreign travel for example will still take to the skies in ever increasing numbers, flying over diminishing natural habitats on our way to exotic destinations, until the fuel finally runs out.

If man-made global warming theories prove correct and our economies and civilizations do eventually break down as fossil fuels run out, and modern oil driven agricultural systems collapse, and high seas and storm surges fed by the melting ice caps of Greenland and Antarctica, overwhelm sea defences and flood major cites and prime agricultural land on coastal plains; then the people best able to survive will be the meek amongst us who today scratch a meagre living from the same Mother Earth we collectively seem hell bent on destroying.

A 1966 World Cup Winner, Borough Market and Muisjes

Having once bumped into Bobby Charlton, at a hotel near Watford, today it was his brother Jackie's turn, this time at Borough Market, Southwark. The Charlton brothers were two great Geordie footballers who never played for Newcastle. Jackie did go on to manage the Magpies but the less said about that the better.



A very congenial meeting of the clans followed, with lunch at Maria's Market Cafe. The market was as colourful and lively as ever:



The highlight of the day was to hold a beautiful young lady of Geordie & Dutch heritage, a wonderful mixture.......



....but everything has a price and in this case it was to participate in the quaint Dutch tradition of 'beschuit met muisjes'.

Beschuits are rusks and Muisjes are, literally, mice but in this case coloured aniseed 'sprinkles'. This name was chosen, because the sprinkles look like mice droppings, mmm, nice.

As early as the 17th Century dutch parents of a newly born baby would give these rusks, with a layer of butter and muisjes, to visitors, with pink and white muisjes for a girl child and blue and white for a boy.

I am indebted to the happy parents for not having had mixed twins.

De Ruijter is the only producer of muisjes.

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Feliz aniversário!

another Birthday greeting, this time for the Matriarch of the family who is spending her special day somewhere near the fair city of Lisbon.

Buon Compleanno

Happy Birthday to a special young lady of the family

Flight ED352. 57 Squadron.

57 Sqdn: Corpus non Animum Muto (I Change my Body, Not my Spirit)

63 years ago on the night of 4/5 February 1943 a brave young aircrew from 57 Squadron took-off from RAF Scampton in their Lancaster which rose slowly into the clear and freezing winter skies above the flat Lincolnshire landscape. The plane's flight path took it across the Normandy coast at Cabourg, on to Aix- les-Bains in the French Savoie and then high over the Alps into Italy to bomb strategic targets, including the Fiat works, in Turin, Italy.

Sadly, three aircraft, all Lancasters, including ED 352 were not to return home from the raid. The RAF night raid report records that two returning crews reported that they had seen an aircraft crash into the Alps near Mount Cenis. This was almost certainly ED 352 as several years ago one Gordon Busby, by then an octogenarian, told me that on a visit to Bourg St Maurice in the Haute Savoie he had met an elderly man, once a mountaineer, who had helped bring the bodies of the crew, including that of his brother Denis, down from the mountains in June 1943, from an area way above the snow line and only accessible in the summer months.

The plane was piloted by Alister Ritch a 22 year old Canadian from Toronto; his navigator/bombers were Denis Busby, 20, from Hastings Sussex, and Eric Atkins, age unknown, of Southampton. The flight engineer was Thomas Cosford, 36, from Wembley, Middlesex and the air gunners were Douglas McNeil, 23, from Stockport, Eric Perkins ,19, from Surrey and rear gunner Ronald Shears, my mother’s cousin, 24, from Jesmond, Newcastle upon Tyne.

All bomber crew were volunteers.

The crew are remembered in the Book of Remembrance in Lincoln cathedral and are laid to rest in a small Commonwealth War Graves Cemetery in the village of St. Germain-au-Mont-d’Or above the Rhone valley to the north of Lyons.


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