It has been a funny sort of week. Whilst I have not had many speaking engagements I have been busy. I went for a great walk with the dogs, up at Millington Woods.
It is relatively flat there, so I could take all of them, and it is a beautiful place. I knew there was work being done on the trees there, and when I arrived it was not long before I found two gentleman sawing trees and uprooting the stumps. They had a beautiful black Labrador with them.
They have had to do the work on many trees, as the ash trees, of which there are many, have suffered from die back which has had a devastating effect. The wood, in places, looks quite sparse. All along the walk were piles of neatly sawn trunks and discarded branches.
Nevertheless it is still beautiful, and their hard work will make it healthier. Being in a deep dale, in places it is so sheltered that there was still some snow and frost on the ground. It was also rather muddy in parts.
There is always interesting birdlife to be found there and on the way back I noticed the ever present red kites.
On Monday evening it was our usual Pocklington Singers rehearsal, and it was a very good one, with lots of good work done. On the Tuesday I had been invited to Poppleton Methodist church hall again to speak to a lovely group of people. It is like meeting old friends and they are very interesting.
I managed to come home via a supermarket in Acomb that sells the bread I like. Then I went to a large pet emporium and purchased a new collar and lead for two of the dogs as the old ones were scruffy and grubby. That evening it was a Deanery Synod meeting, here at All Saints in Pocklington.
We were greeted with coffee and cake and then we learned of various matters concerning the running of many churches. Churches tend to be old and large and require a lot of upkeep and this means that we are forever trying to raise money.
This is in addition to other things we need to do. We had a brief but pleasant service and then good discussions.
The next morning, I was up early to take my Staffie, Brock, with her new pink collar and lead, to the vet for her annual jabs. The weather was dreadful, dark clouds overhead chucking down rain in quantity, so I went in the car. When I got there, I went to get her out of the car and she was so quick she ran off straight to the front door of the building and I caught up with her just after she had opened the door and was running in.
She adores my vet and was duly pronounced fit and healthy. That evening I went to the Parochial Church Council meeting. I had, during the day, typed up a report on the previous evening’s meeting and was able to present it to the PCC. Many things were discussed, including the Flower Festival in September this year.
On Thursday it was yet another walk, and it was so muddy I had to wash all the collars and leads when we got home.