Beautiful village hall run by volunteers as a registered charity. Lots of events , music and films . Available for private hire.#speedwatch,#flytipping,
Bradford childrens trust have agreed to provide us with 2 more week of accommodation while we secure somewhere permanent after the media coverage and pressure this weekend.
Thank you everyone for the help and support. We now have 2 more week and the worry has lifted abit!
I've just finished the 5th of the 'Cazalet' novels by Elizabeth Jane Howard, and I'm now feeling slightly bereft. The books reminded me of my parents and grandparents lives, and ended 3 months after I was born. The end was very sad in many ways, kind of bitter-sweet.
Hector walked the fence line beside a funeral on Thursday, at the slow march, and nobody in the cortege knew why the horse was keeping step.
The chapel is at the top of the lane. When somebody in the village dies, the hearse comes up from the main road at walking pace with the family behind it on foot, past the yard, past the field, and up to the chapel gate, and the whole thing takes about eight minutes, and everybody stops what they are doing.
Hector was at the rail when it came round the corner.
The farmer saw him change. It happens in the eye first. Then the leg he was resting came down square, and the head came up, and the weight went even, and the old woolly gelding standing in a Welsh field went formal all the way through, the way he went formal for a four year old girl in a hat in the spring.
The hearse drew level. He turned, and he walked.
Beside it. On his side of the wire, matching the pace, which was the pace, the slow deliberate step that was once beaten for him on a drum. Head low. Neck arched. Each foot placed and held and placed again. Seventeen hands of Cavalry Black walking a Denbighshire fence line as though the Mall ran along it, beside a family from the village who had lost their mother, and who looked across, some of them, and did not know what they were seeing, and looked anyway.
At the corner of the field, where the fence turns, he stopped.
He stood square. He did not move a muscle. The cars went past him one by one, the family walking behind, and when the last of them had gone up the lane and the sound had gone with it, the shape went out of him, and he dropped a hip, and put his head down to the grass.
The undertaker, who is old, and who has been doing that lane for thirty years, said afterwards to the farmer that he had seen a great many things from the front of a hearse, and that was the first horse.
Nelson stood by the hedge throughout. He knows what Hector is. He has never once required a demonstration.
Nobody asked the horse to do it. Nobody at that yard has ever asked him for anything. He heard the pace, and the pace was the job, and he has never in his life declined the job.
I thought about you today, we had a lovely cottage pie from Marr Grange farm, over border but great. Just thought a touch of Hendos would be perfect, it was
Another tree from today, many would have given up, felled due to winds but roots still in the ground and it keeps putting branches out.
It looks like a big green draft stopper.
#TreeClub
Well folks Been busy week painting my lovely Welsh house in my village & waiting for planning permission to build 4metre extension; so today my matey Rhodri made me Cockles Bacon cheese Larva bread Brekki & now out at 50th Wedding Anniversary & Madri is £2 cheaper than London👇👍
@BarnsleyChoir are DOUBLE WORLD CHAMPIONS!! 🏆🏆
🌍 World Champions in Pop 🌍 World Champions in Gospel
World-class talent, made right here in Barnsley.
You’ve represented Barnsley and 🇬🇧 on the world stage, shown what our town can do and made us all incredibly proud. 🙌
Wishing everyone from @BarnsleyChoir a safe journey to Sweden tomorrow to compete in the #WorldChoirGames .You are a credit to Barnsley and I couldn’t be more proud of you all
Local Age Uk s are independent small charities, we get great support from Age Uk national but not all one organisation and our small organisations don’t have staff including CEOS on big salaries. If you don’t want to donate to big national charities, don’t punish small locals
Before you donate remember to check the CEO annual salary
Age UK£190,000
Barnardos£209,999
BBC Children in Need £62,000
Blue Cross £65,000
British Heart Foundation£180,000
British Red Cross£173,000
Cancer Research UK£240,000
Cats Protection. £75,000
Dogs Trust. £58,000
Donkey Sanctuary £94,000
Guide Dogs for the Blind. £90,000
Macmillan Cancer Support£200,000
NSPCC£162,000
Oxfam£120,936
National Trust£209,000
PDSA £95,000
Prince's Trust£140,000
RNLI£160,000
RSPCA£162,217
Scope£129,000
Shelter£122,500
St. John Ambulance£140,000
#Charity
I am so pleased you have obviously found a niche in social housing, most of my working life in field, best job ever. Tried to message you but not possible now. Good luck, you will be an asset
Tendring DC, the local authority where the constituency is, is not responsible for education, or Social services, that’s currently Essex County Council, the nearest large hospital is in Colchester and it’s been like that for years
When you reach pensionable age you still can make your own decisions about where you live, if you can manage and afford a large property and garden and are happily settled in the community you live in, it’s absolutely nothing to do with any one else, family, friends or politician
So people aged over 67 shouldn't have savings, shouldn't have a house of their own, shouldn't have a pension (according to today's young adults)......but should provide free child-care & if the kids have moved away the parents should move to provide said child-care.
@suzanne_moore I was a huge fan of Woman’s Hour, of Jenni and also Jane. When Jenni left so did I. Also left every other programme the Emma Barnett was on!