tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post2048880038100636070..comments2024-03-29T10:58:50.173+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: BramblingYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-73458026330669242502010-08-30T04:43:06.410+01:002010-08-30T04:43:06.410+01:00I'm still waiting myself. Blame Lady Booth.I'm still waiting myself. Blame Lady Booth.Bangkok Boothyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17254842147773311112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-70850441315962520732010-08-30T00:55:57.112+01:002010-08-30T00:55:57.112+01:00I love blackberries and the Seamus Heaney poem is ...I love blackberries and the Seamus Heaney poem is one of my favourites too.Daphnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14469075813149239051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-23824314536015021122010-08-29T19:28:30.913+01:002010-08-29T19:28:30.913+01:00I'm going to say this once and only once.
We ...I'm going to say this once and only once.<br /><br />We do not have red Indian reservations. We do not have clusters of wigwams. We do not have black people working in chains on plantations. We haven't said "our black people" in 150 years but I find it interesting that you did. Perhaps you are a fan of Isak Dinesen (Baroness Karen Blixen) who called the workers on her coffee plantation in Kenya "my Kikuyu"....<br /><br />Ya make an innocent comment about similarities in topography and what does it get ya? A kick in the teeth, that's what it gets ya. While that may play well in, say, Sheffield and Hull, over here it does not.<br /><br />I'm not angry. I'm just sayin'...rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-15479419827534533792010-08-29T16:01:09.225+01:002010-08-29T16:01:09.225+01:00RHYMES WITH.... I accept that perhaps the countrys...RHYMES WITH.... I accept that perhaps the countryside west of Sheffield is similar to the environs of Canton but we don't have red indian reservations or clusters of wigwams and our black people do not work in chains on plantations.<br />LORD BOOTH of RIVELIN (Tory peer) The "manor" does not belong to you. Even serfs like me are allowed to amble there. Having recently completed a world tour I am surprised that you have so far failed to blog about it. What are you hiding?Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-16746284672553555312010-08-28T02:57:05.831+01:002010-08-28T02:57:05.831+01:00Nah then, gerrof ma manor and gerrof ma berries!
...Nah then, gerrof ma manor and gerrof ma berries!<br /><br />Did you discover the overgrown Victorian swimming pool/paddling pool in the dense overgrowth that preceded the current paddling pools built in the 70s?<br /><br />Rivelin Valley did have aspirations to be a posh relaxation paradise to rival Buxton in the early 20th century.<br /><br />Long beofre the local farming family made millions (probably billions today with inflation) selling their land for private and corporation housing right up the hill.Bangkok Boothyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17254842147773311112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-28823566562164030352010-08-28T01:16:04.046+01:002010-08-28T01:16:04.046+01:00To me, brambles are just thorny bushes. As I read...To me, brambles are just thorny bushes. As I read, though, I wondered if you meant what we call blackberries. Sure enough, the drool-inducing photograph confirmed my suspicions!<br /><br />The countryside around Sheffield looks very much like the countryside around Canton, believe it or not. We are in the foothills of the Southern Appalachians.rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-31362704115802769142010-08-28T00:35:11.351+01:002010-08-28T00:35:11.351+01:00ELIZABETH & JENNY Regarding her last two babie...ELIZABETH & JENNY Regarding her last two babies, Mum said that it was just like shelling peas.<br />KATHERINE I had a black tongue and hands so scratched that strangers would have concluded that I'd been indulging in a spot of self-harming. <br />MA THYME We always call them brambles but I believe that some people DO call them blackberries. In ancient times, British people used brambles/blackberry bushes as defensive barriers.<br />HELEN HELSIE I'm so pleased that you have walked some of England's curious pathways - most of them are much older than Australia's European heritage though I suppose the aboriginal peoples had pathways they had trodden for hundreds if not thousands of years.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-92122763476670562962010-08-28T00:17:50.659+01:002010-08-28T00:17:50.659+01:00I'm a bit in the dark about brambles too. Are ...I'm a bit in the dark about brambles too. Are they the same thing as blackberries. In the southern part of Oz where it is cooler they have "blackberries" which grow wild and are a pest ( probably introduced). I don't know if they are brambles or blackberries now but I don't know if we grow blackberries commercially. <br />Anyhow your whole outing sounds good to me and if they are the same as blackberries , lucky you. Blackberry crumble says"England" to me.<br /><br />On the topic of you public walkways - I love them. I love the way they can wind right through the middle of a farmer's buildings and yards, past the farmer's wife hanging her clothes on the line and it doesn't bother them. It's the way it's always been. There is no way anybody here would let you roam over their land like that. You miss out on a lots of lovely places here because they are on private property.<br />Cheers<br />HelenHelsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15136273834165751276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-60402391221037195212010-08-27T23:27:59.677+01:002010-08-27T23:27:59.677+01:00I often think about picking wild fruit and then ne...I often think about picking wild fruit and then never getting around to it at the weekends...I'm still on the work wheel.. and so so jealous of you...but enjoy living the 'country' life through your words and pictures.<br />ps. my daughter was 10.5 pounds....now is long and thin and gorgeous....libbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-51013348139974195752010-08-27T23:13:42.960+01:002010-08-27T23:13:42.960+01:00Mr. Puddin',
I hate to be stupid but I don...Mr. Puddin',<br /><br />I hate to be stupid but I don't know what black brambles are. Are they black raspberries or blackberries? Or are those one in the same? Gosh, I am dumb. But, I love berries of any ilk so send a pound or two my way, if you please kind sir.Peace Thymehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17361079101751470855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-69725160971766750542010-08-27T22:39:12.851+01:002010-08-27T22:39:12.851+01:00Your post was so well-written, I was there! Excep...Your post was so well-written, I was there! Except I would have forgotten the gloves etc, and would have used some plastic bag and squashed 'em all. But they would have still made wonderful apple-and-blackberry pies! What a lovely day. Thank you. Diid you get a black tongue?<br /><br />http://delphine-angua.blogspot.com/search?q=thorpenessKatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1695267990056677312010-08-27T20:52:01.854+01:002010-08-27T20:52:01.854+01:00I echo Elizabeth's comment - my heart goes out...I echo Elizabeth's comment - my heart goes out to your poor mother! Blackberries round here are still green and look as if they will never ripen.Jennytchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13621488409334115930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-677848578908374092010-08-27T19:59:58.491+01:002010-08-27T19:59:58.491+01:00You know my feelings about brambles...suffice to s...You know my feelings about brambles...suffice to say your crumbles are in no danger from me, but your post does remind me of two of my current favourite poems - Seamus Heaney's, 'Blackberry Picking' and Galway Kinnell's 'Blackberry Eating.'<br /><br />That photograph at the bottom is gorgeous,by the way; I can almost taste the m......!<br /><br />10 and half pounds, eh? I sincerely hope you were kind to your mam for a very long time afterwards. xxElizabethnoreply@blogger.com