“They say you’re never more than 6 feet away from one,” I remarked to Ossie.
“What,” replied the bird, “a McDonalds’ Big Breakfast?”
“No, Ossie.”
“With extra Hash Browns?” salivated the Ostrich
“No, silly bird – a rat!” *
“Oh,” said Ossie, looking crestfallen.
And yes, with this mild, wet and muggy winter, we have had a population explosion of rats in the town, especially as we have three rivers running through it. Judging from Gillingham’s Facebook page, they’re in your rubbish bags, gnawing through your decking - and dropping dead on our patio.
Poor ole Ratty.
So how do you dispose of a dead rat? “Recycling bin?” I suggested to Mrs O.
“I don’t think so – what about Household Waste?”
Well, we bagged and dumped Ratty in that bin, but on due reflection, I didn’t think it entirely appropriate, and eschewing Mrs O’s suggestion of some nefarious night-time activity down the country park
, I opted to give Ratty a decent Woodland Burial at the bottom of the garden (without undertakers services or due ceremony, thereby saving a packet in fees
).
Have you ever looked up at the contrails of a plane in the sky and wondering what exotic destination the lucky beggars were off to? (Not that you would ever get Ossie, kicking and squawking up in one ‘o they things, of course
). Well, Master O has recently showed me a rather nifty App called “Flightradar 24” and it displays a real time map of what planes are zooming over your house. So I tried it out earlier in the week, when the clear skies gave me an interesting sighting of a jet overhead, and lo and behold it came up as a FinnAir flight from Helsinki to Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic.
https://www.godominicanrepublic.com/puerto-plata/The next one I spotted was a Jet2 plane from Malaga to the somewhat less exotic destination of Leeds. Or perhaps that was a return flight.
On Wednesday, Mrs O and I ventured out to the first 2020 monthly afternoon meeting of the Gillingham Historical Society, which packed out the Methodist Hall. The speaker was Julian Richards, an archaeologist and BBC television and radio presenter. He spent last summer heading a “dig” in the grounds of Shaftesbury Abbey (founded circa 888 by King Alfred) and utterly levelled in 1539 during the Reformation, on the orders of that dastardly Crommers
, at which point in time it was a hugely wealthy nunnery). He gave a very entertaining talk on what they’d discovered in the way of the original layout and decorative floor tiling (they being his small team and some 400 local primary school children drafted in as “slave labour”
), and also remarked that they’d carried out a secondary dig at the bottom of the cliff on which the Abbey sits, concluding from the extremely varied “artefacts” they unearthed that Shaftesbury residents must have been tipping their rubbish over the precipice for at least the last 400 years!
Obviously pre- all the recycling regulations. I wonder if there were many dead rats ….
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julian_Ri ... haeologist)
So to Saturday, and a 40-odd mile trip across county to my old stamping ground of Beaminster for a Dorset League game. I worked in that town for around 15 years but had no recollection of where the soccer ground was – it turned out to be down a track virtually opposite my old office. I never knew!
The town has changed a fair bit since we moved away some 20 years ago – the Post Office and pharmacy are still across the road from my place of work (now reverted back to a town house) but the local stores and newsagents have both closed; the former is now an Indian restaurant. There seems to be quite a few up-market eateries around the place, and it was good to see the centre of the town looking thriving.
The soccer ground’s pavilion is a newish affair, all wood cladding, and a plaque indicated the “Beaminster Memorial Playing Field Community Centre and Sports Pavilion” was opened in 2010 by “Mr. Martin Clunes” who is a reasonably local resident as well as being an irascible Doctor.
It was pretty spartan inside, but at least sported a hatch and a tea kettle. No dugouts adjacent to the pitch, but they did lay out two rows of four plastic chairs!
Beaminster’s opponents were the “Mighty Cranes” (Cranborne FC), who weren’t quite so mighty when I first saw them a couple of years ago on their own turf – they lost 2-11 to Dorchester Sports, which is still a record scoreline in my books
. Today’s game was characterised by two excellent goalkeeping displays which certainly kept the score-line down, and a bit of niggle at one point that the referee correctly lammed in on with a couple of timely bookings. 1-1 at the interval, Cranborne’s no.8 all but broke the crossbar with a ferocious drive on 49m before his keeper, at the other end, somehow managed to divert a goal-bound pile-driver over the top. Good end-to-end stuff and a draw would have been a fair result but eight minutes from time, Cranborne clinched it when Cullen got through and slipped the ball under the home keeper's body. They should have scored a third in the final minute when awarded a penalty, but Conrad, concentrating hard, managed to place the spot-kick accurately against the post!
A good game.
25/01/20 –Dorset Senior League (Step 8): Beaminster 1 Cranborne 2
Admission: free, no programme
Refreshments: well, to celebrate Burns Night, a pre-game breakfast of half a McSween Vegetarian Haggis (£2.88) …..
https://www.macsween.co.uk/products/del ... egetarian/….. and this evening, we were supposed to be additionally celebrating the Chinese New Year of the Rat with a Pork ‘n Noodles, but Mrs O was fair knackered after spending all afternoon gassing with an old college friend, so in deference to both that and Ratty (deceased), I finished off the other half of the haggis ….
Oh, and a Snickers bar and cuppa at the match (£1.50)
Attendance: 21
* In 2012, a Dr Dave Cowan, leader of the wildlife programme at the Food and Environment Research Agency, analysed previous studies to try to estimate a total population of rats, and eventually concluded that you’re never more than 164 feet away from a rat – which is a darn sight more reassuring than 6 feet!