12 August 2025

Wisdom

Charles Dow

What is wisdom and who possesses it? Can wisdom be acquired? For example, can you take courses aimed at making attendees wise? When I was at university in the seventies, I am sure that courses in wisdom were not available.

I have several other thoughts about wisdom. For example, are wise people those who stand by and judge from the sidelines rather than people who get involved in the hurly burly of life? I would also ask - if you are in possession of wisdom do you have to  be wise all the time or can you sometimes take your wise hat off and be playful or silly? Is wisdom always connected with seriousness?

Do those who possess wisdom habitually weigh up  the things they do before they do them? Do wise people reflect intelligently upon current affairs and the activities of their friends and families?

Do wise people avoid unhealthy foods and alcoholic beverages? Do they play word games on their smartphones? Do they even have smartphones? Are wise people ultra-careful with money - investing it in sensible places and do wise people support charities?

When you are wise, I guess that sometimes you will bristle when you encounter stupidity or foolishness. However, is that bristling a wise reaction? Wouldn't it be better to smile sagely, unruffled by daftness and walk away?

Do you need to be old to be wise or can younger people also possess wisdom? Is wisdom something that can only really be gained through experience of life? Or are you somehow genetically blessed with wisdom?

Dowism is an anagram of wisdom but who the hell was Dow? Perhaps Charles Dow - shown at the top - who died in 1902 and was the founder of Dow Jones. He was also the co-founder of "The Wall Street Journal".  Maybe he was wise or maybe he wasn't. Was it wise to have so much facial hair that he could not locate his mouth?

This blogpost probably confirms what some of  you already knew - that I am just a wise guy!

11 August 2025

Magic

Up our garden we have an ancient hydrangea bush that in most summers is heavy with large blue blossoms. This year there appear to be no blossoms emerging and I think that that is because of how harshly I pruned the plant back in February. However, it remains a healthy and well-established shrub and I have little doubt that next year it will come again. It won't do it any harm to have a rest year.

Doing a little googling about hydrangeas, I realise that I ought to fertilise ours some time because it has been neglected in that regard for years. Previously, I have just let Nature do its job without extra nutrients. You can buy special fertiliser for hydrangeas - to bring out the best in them. I must remember to buy some next time I visit our B&Q superstore.
Above is the common reason why plants like hydrangeas might wilt. Simply - not enough turgor pressure. The plant's cells are deflated but they can soon be re-inflated through watering - bringing rigidity back to the entire structure.

I gave our hydrangea a good watering after spotting its sagging condition this morning - as shown in the top picture. I believe I gave it eight bucketfuls. By this evening, the plant had really perked up. Its turgor pressure greatly lifted but there is a sense in which what had happened was quite simply magic!

10 August 2025

Summer

Sweet Victoria plums in our garden

It is not over yet but this has been one of the loveliest English summers that I can remember. So many warm, sunny days. Swallows on the wing and ripening brambles in the hedgerows. There's a hosepipe ban and reservoirs are depleting but I am not complaining. This lovely summer has gone on and on. Currently, we are on the brink of our fourth official heatwave since the start of May.

Yesterday, Shirley's extended family converged on the North Lincolnshire village of Amcotts where her Auntie Marion lives. She had created the most wonderful and wholesome buffet with home-cured ham, tender beef, fresh salad, homemade quiches, lasagne made from scratch, rice and pasta and beautiful homemade desserts including cheesecakes, fruit salad, strawberries and Bakewell tart. All so delicious.

As I said to Auntie Marion before we left... "If only all buffet meals were as special as this one." Once again she had done a sterling job of it all.

We ate and drank outside and I chased Phoebe and her half cousin Winnie under the big two hundred year old  copper beech tree. Then they sat upon me - The Grandpa Bench and we laughed as though there would be no tomorrow.


Gunness Wharf by The River Trent near Amcotts

Back home plums hang upon our little Victoria plum tree in rude bunches - so sweet and bounteous as butterflies dance upon the breeze and black and yellow wasps threaten unwanted inoculations.

On Friday evening, I walked up The Limb Valley - through the trees and out into the sunshine before schlepping up to "The Norfolk Arms" at Ringinglow. There I enjoyed a pint of "Stones" before the fifty minute walk home - all the way down Ringinglow Road and then left at Dobbin Hill. At least it was all downhill so I didn't need to rest once. Just kept walking. All the way down.

And this is The Summer of 25.... so gorgeous that some might not register it till it is consigned to history and memory. Such a beautiful summer. If only they were all like this one.
White horses at the head of The Limb Valley, Sheffield

9 August 2025

Tenant


In Berkshire, I sat out in the peaceful garden of our rental house and read the second half of "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" by Anne Brontë . Can you see the garden furniture where I sat, turning the pages well into the summer dusk? Once I even fell asleep out there for perhaps half an hour and woke up in semi-darkness. The temperature was as balmy as it is meant to be on summer evenings and I felt relaxed - my mind emptied of the usual mental interference and wholly focused on Anne Brontë  's writing.

The novel was published in 1848. The "tenant" in the title is a young widow who has sought sanctuary in a place where she is not known. An air of mystery surrounds her and local people gossip about her, putting two and two together and making five. An eligible local young man called Gilbert Markham is greatly attracted to her but she spurns all of his advances.

It turns out that she had married a wrong 'un - a caddish upper class drunkard who was hell bent on pleasure  and treated his wife as a doormat. He even spoke insultingly of the young son they had conceived together.

I haven't given too much of the story away in case you ever choose to read this novel too. 
I found the early Victorian language quite easy to follow - so different from when I read my first Victorian novels when I was a teenager. Back then I stumbled along but with this novel I simply motored. It was easy - perhaps testament to my career in education and a lifetime of reading.

Here's a little sample:-

“Keep a guard over your eyes and ears as the inlets of your heart, and over your lips as the outlet, lest they betray you in a moment of unwariness. Receive, coldly and dispassionately, every attention, till you have ascertained and duly considered the worth of the aspirant; and let your affections be consequent upon approbation alone. First study; then approve; then love. Let your eyes be blind to all external attractions, your ears deaf to all the fascinations of flattery and light discourse. - These are nothing - and worse than nothing - snares and wiles of the tempter, to lure the thoughtless to their own destruction. Principle is the first thing, after all; and next to that, good sense, respectability, and moderate wealth. If you should marry the handsomest, and most accomplished and superficially agreeable man in the world, you little know the misery that would overwhelm you if, after all, you should find him to be a worthless reprobate, or even an impracticable fool.”

Yes - I know - not every reader's cup of tea but I thoroughly enjoyed this novel and of course, like Dave in southern Ireland, I have always been a sucker for the Brontës. By the way, Anne Brontë died just a year after "The Tenant of Wilodfell Hall" was published. She was twenty nine years old. She also left poetry and another novel - "Agnes Gray" which I have never read but which is now most definitely on my list.

8 August 2025

War?

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What is happening in Gaza? They keep referring to it as a "war" but as far as I can see, it is not a war at all. It is an obliteration, a persecution, a mass humiliation, a payback like never before - but not a "war". The term "war" suggests two enemies battling for supremacy and ultimate victory but in Gaza the current brutal episode all appears very much one-sided.

Israel has nearly all the chips - mostly American weaponry and even bulldozers with which they have been vindictively flattening entire Gazan neighbourhoods. The cityscape of Gaza now looks pretty much like Hiroshima after it had been nuked.

It seems quite flabbergasting to me that Israel is now playing a key role in the distribution of vital food aid in Gaza. Is that what generally happens in "war" - with those who have the upper-hand simultaneously providing aid  to beleaguered enemy citizens? I think not. No wonder hundreds of Gazans have been tragically killed in their desperate quest for sustenance.

Today. the BBC News said this: "Israel's security cabinet has approved Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu's plan to take control of Gaza City" so instead of the barbarous offensive being toned down, it is instead being ramped up. Given what has taken place thus far, such an up-scaling seems nigh on impossible to visualise  but there we have it.

By standing idly by thus far, Trump has effectively given Netanyahu carte blanche to perform what history will call genocide. But the truth is that Netanyahu will never extinguish the Palestinian spirit and the legacy of all this cruelty will, in time, inevitably ignite some kind of painful retribution. Netanyahu will probably not be around when that time comes.
(Photo: Eyad Baba / AFP)

7 August 2025

Rectangle

In past times, pretty much all of England's significant country estates would have boasted a walled kitchen garden. As there were no supermarkets, growing your own vegetables and fruit would have been a sensible option - especially if you could afford to hire a couple of gardeners to do the work for you.

The walls acted like a windbreak and discouraged thievery. Within, you could develop a micro-climate in which plants might thrive.

Above - I snipped that aerial view of the kitchen garden at Hungerford Park from Google Maps. The derelict house from which I snapped that window photo is in the top left hand corner of the rectangle - also shown at the bottom of this blogpost.

I did take a few pictures inside the walled garden that I am going to share with you now...
Damsons
Giant thistles
Cynara cardunculus
Ian, Zachary and sunflowers
Old water tanks being repurposed to create a water feature

And finally, this is the ruined gardener's house from which I took yesterday's window picture...

6 August 2025

Gallery

 
View from the ruins of the gardener's cottage at Hungerford Park

You are probably familiar with the saying, "A picture is worth a thousand words". Normally, it is a notion with which I might take issue for words frequently perform tasks that a picture could never do - explaining, investigating and reflecting.

That aside, today's blogpost is  largely eight images I collected during our sojourn in Berkshire. To Dave and Mary in particular, I must apologise because I didn't capture a decent overall picture of the walled kitchen garden but I have sourced one that someone else took and plonked it at the end of this blogpost.
Vintage RSPCA collection box in Newbury

A sturdy English oak in Hungerford Park

Amateur landscape painting at the top of the stairs in our rental house

The cluster of lampshades caught my eye when we lunched in The Cobrizo Lounge, Newbury

Zachary at 21 months in the walled garden at Hungerford Park

Narrow boat on the Kennet and Avon Canal

Weathered effigy of a crusader in St Michael's Church, Inkpen.
It is probably Sir Roger de Ingpen - a Templar knight - who is believed to 
have founded the church in 1220 or thereabouts.
A tantalising picture of part of  the walled garden

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