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  • LynLyn Posts: 23,190
    If this thread starts getting political, there’s no point in carrying on with it! 
    Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor. 

  • BenCottoBenCotto Posts: 4,718
    Lyn said:
    If this thread starts getting political, there’s no point in carrying on with it! 
    Now can I have a moan about what we’re not allowed to moan about!
    Rutland, England
  • B3B3 Posts: 27,505
    edited July 2018
    @Lyn. This thread has more twists and turns than an X-hose. If you don't like the direction it's going, talk about something else :)
    @Picidae. You can moan about anything -even the thread!
    In London. Keen but lazy.
  • LynLyn Posts: 23,190
    Thanks B3. 
    Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor. 

  • B3B3 Posts: 27,505
    edited July 2018
     :) 
    In London. Keen but lazy.
  • Nanny BeachNanny Beach Posts: 8,719
    dont know what happened to the Climate change, thread!  Water shortages, doing my bit, a bloody neighour, has had a sprinkler on his front garden, in the afternoon full sun south facing, whats the point!!! Plus his "grass" is just a mas of weeds, not even a decent lawn to water, I dont water my grass, I do water stuff that is neccessary.
  • ButtercupdaysButtercupdays Posts: 4,546
    At primary school at the end of the 50's we did a bit of most things, but a lot depended on the teacher. The female teacher I had in year 5 I really didn't like. She took us to the local rec for PE and then sat there in her mock leopardskin coat reading the paper while we had to run around in PE kit in the cold. And she found fault with my sewing as I was lefthanded and did it the 'wrong' way. I wasn't very good at it but came to love needlework later in life, wrong way or not.  Not so PE, or any kind of sport!
    The teacher we had in our last year there was wonderful, I am still so grateful to Mr Baldwin! He was short, balding, wore a tweed jacket, and allowed no nonsense, but taught us so much without us realising it. 
    EVery week we had to write down 10 words we hadn't known before, and the first 10 mins every day we got books from the book cupboard to help us. I was already and avid reader with a good vocabulary, so had to search harder and I remember trawling through the works of Edgar Allan Poe for words like cadaverous and putrescent that I hadn't met in my usual reading.
    Our class readers included Treasure Island and White Fang, by Jack London and the day elways ended with Mr B reading to us for 15 mins. One book he read was 'Three Men in a Boat', and he often could hardly read for laughing. It is one of my favourite books still, often re-read, and I introduced my daughter to it at a young age and she loves it too.  We didn't do science as such (no facilities) but we did make 'cat's whisker' radios to take home and experiment with, proper hands on science!
  • punkdocpunkdoc Posts: 15,039
    @Buttercupdays, your post encapsulates exactly why education is so important.
    I believe that my teachers were largely responsible for igniting the flames that let to my love of science, and inspiring me to do medicine.
    How can you lie there and think of England
    When you don't even know who's in the team

    S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
  • PalaisglidePalaisglide Posts: 3,414
    Knowledge speaks but Wisdom listens.
    My School years had a full curriculum even including Latin Greek and French, sport we Boxed fenced and played Cricket in the rain. We listened to the knowledge unfolding mainly because our tutors were more the age of our parents not young whipper snappers just out of college and two paragraphs further into the instruction book than us, also because the threat of corporal punishment was real and handed out freely. Music was not instruments you paid for lessons away from school although we had choirs, my memory being standing on stage and singing Ombre Mai Fu to a crowded hall and getting a pat on the bottom from the Mayor, I doubt that would happen today.
    Although Greek and French went over my head I can still write some Latin and have progressed in other languages. It also gave me the urge to see the places i read about in books an urge that in the main was placated.
    Watching my Grandchildren I wonder who had the best of it, their early schools everyone had to be equal no praise for being top and no chastisement for being bottom. Then on and up to schools were the best in the subjects were lauded  but then pushed so they basically studied one subject and now on to Pre-Uni, where they have to play catch up in the subjects they missed out on.
    University was well out of our province it was Night School day release if you had a good management. For Fathers day I got hard Back Books and read them all putting the pads and laptops aside. you seek knowledge and Google will not supply the answers to all your queries. When the family visit every week all electronics are off we talk and that is the way knowledge passes on not at the end of two thumbs hammering keys.
    Frank
  • wild edgeswild edges Posts: 10,497
    There's no water conservation going on around here. One neighbour was hosing down his van yesterday. Not washing it just hosing it down. He doesn't even take it anywhere, it spends most days just sat on his drive. Several people were out pressure washing already clean cars. No one seems to use soap and a sponge anymore. People were out hosing down their grass despite rain in the forecast today.

    Hill fires everywhere now. Apparently people having barbeques are just as much to blame as the arsonists. There was a BBQ that set fire to a tent in an illegal camp in Newborough Forest on Anglesea. I was up there last year watching the red squirrels. They managed to catch it early before it burned down some of the last remaining red squirrel habitat in the whole country.

    OK here's one of my total carmudgeonly pet peeves: Litter tributes to dead chavs people




    You see them on the roadsides, I find them in the woods and now they're making them on beaches. All that plastic, glass, wasted helium, do people have no sense at all these days? I've told my next of kin that if anyone uses litter as a tribute to me when I die than I'm coming back to haunt them.
    If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
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