Encountering wildlife across East Yorkshire

I had not been to Kilham before and when I got there I saw the magnificent church there, and behind it was one of the most posh village halls I have seen.
I had not been to Kilham before and when I got there I saw the magnificent church there, and behind it was one of the most posh village halls I have seen.

The weather has been much kinder this week but there have been a couple of days when it could have been better.

I have had some splendid walks, quite long ones with the dogs who have been suitably tired as a result. So, of course have I.

On the Monday I needed to go and get some signatures for a proposal for a friend to be a candidate for the forthcoming county councillor’s seat.

Sadly, one of our Pocklington councillors died and there is a vacancy.

I had a very pleasant morning driving up to Stamford Bridge and around the area, seeing friends and returned having obtained the necessary signatures.

On my way round I was driving up this country road near High Catton when a beautiful barn owl flew just ahead of the car for some distance.

I really love owls and hadn’t seen one for some time, and was pleased to see this one looked very healthy.

I went to the final rehearsal for the forthcoming concert and by the end of the day was very tired.

On the Tuesday I went over to Bridlington to meet up with someone and from there went onto Kilham.

My satnav took me along a narrow lane, very rural and through some large wooded areas. Suddenly in the headlights ahead I saw a large roe deer standing in the middle of the road.

I was going very slowly and had time to admire it as it headed off into the trees. I waited for any others to follow as they often do but nothing else was apparent so I drove on with extra care.

I had not been to Kilham before and when I got there I saw the magnificent church there, and behind it was one of the most posh village halls I have seen in a while.

I was made very welcome by the WI there.

When I had spoken to the lady organising it I had explained that I was as mad as a box of frogs and to my surprise I was asked to judge a competition based round ‘a box of frogs’.

Some of the entrants had taken great time and trouble with their entries and I suspect had raided the toy boxes of offspring to produce them.

The next day I headed up to revisit a splendid group of friends at the Harlow Friendly Society in Harrogate.

I was greeted with a grand hot coffee the moment I got there and I already knew a few of the group.

One gentleman there discussed Riding for the Disabled with me as he benefits from this wonderful charity. In my youth I had quite a lot to do with the care of horses but was never able to afford one of my own.

The weather was so glorious that I took the dogs out for long walks in the hidden valley I had been introduced to.

As there was nothing else around I could let them all run and they romped up and down the steep valley sides and it was so pleasant I had some much needed ‘me time’ thinking about all I needed to do in the next week or so.

At such times I feel very close to God.

I also found the most beautiful crystal rock almost covered in mud, which is now decorating my rockery in pride of place.

It is quite substantial and slowed me considerably as I toiled up the steep path back to the car.

I went through my wardrobes and clothes, a much needed task. I managed to sift out a lot of items that I no longer want, need or can get into, and even some that I am now too small for.

I piled it into sacks and donated it to a local charity shop.

I also went to the tip for the items that no self-respecting charity would desire.

I went and bought some hay and straw and rabbit food to assist a kind friend who has rescued a pet rabbit.

On the Saturday morning I took myself into Pocklington to help with campaigning about the referendum.

I suspect by the time it comes in June we will all be fed up to the back teeth with it but it is such an important decision the country must make I feel I have to help.

I had the pleasure and privilege of meeting Sir Greg Knight and his lovely and charming wife and chatting with them.

The weather was kind to us and it was most heartening to receive so much support.

What does worry me are the people who either do not care or cannot be bothered to vote on this vital matter.