Question for Rural dwellers.

Woolsery

Silvertabby said:

Catsacor said:

In my part of the countryside, townies move in complain about the farmyard smells ..... and believe 'something should be done' to reduce it   ......... honestly, i ask you ......🙄🙄🙄🙄🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

We live between a market town and the countryside.  First time my sister--in-law came to visit she was horrified by eau-de-pigfarm, and announced that if she lived here she wouldn't stand for that! 

After a week she'd experience olfactory familiarity and think it had gone away!

uralmaid

We had been city dwellers all our lives until moving to the countryside here in Lincolnshire. Been here 14 years now and wouldn't go back. Yes sometimes things give short term annoyance but all the benefits more than make up for it.  We live not far from Donna Nook where there is the yearly sight of the seals coming to pup.  The same Donna Nook also has a military flying range.  We live a couple of miles away in a pretty coastal village and we love to hear the jets and other aircraft - it is part of Lincolnshire's aviation history (Bomber County). We get badgers, and deer in our garden and can walk to the sea in minutes. 

Chloe_G

Ah that takes me back!  When I was a kid we went on holiday to Lincolnshire and our Dad took us to the beach at Donna Nook every evening to listen to the jet planes!

J_B

uralmaid said:

 We get badgers, and deer in our garden .............

You have my deepest sympathy .....

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Have been feeding a family of robins all have gone now except one perhaps to find new territory or maybe cats have got them. Are you a cat owner? Then please spare a thought for the wildlife.

Now have a pregnant hedgehog taken up residence in the garden, totally ignored me while pulling up tuffs of grass to build a den, this was in daylight hours which I thought was a bit strange. Did all the wrong things by feeding her mealworms with milk. A no – no apparently. She squeaks sometimes in the den, I take this is labour pains and not the food I fed her.

Another question if I may – if you have no safe footpaths like what the ramblers might use,  would you go out for a walk along grass verge with cars whizzing by, would you ride a push bike?

I use to watch old b/w films where it would be some middle class family would be living in a quaint old house in the countryside serine and in tune with nature. Of course no cars for the plebs in those days so the roads and the pubs would have been safe.

A England now lost.

Woolsery

Thumbs_Up said: I use to watch old b/w films where it would be some middle class family would be living in a quaint old house in the countryside serine and in tune with nature. Of course no cars for the plebs in those days so the roads and the pubs would have been safe.

A England now lost.

I remember the sort of thing; it hung on in some places into the 1950s. You had to raise your cap to the squire and the vicar and take a clip round the ear if you got 5/20 or less in the daily mental arithmetic test.

Of course, if you were a gypsy child, you had stones thrown at you, so getting into the school was impossible until the Master or Mistress arrived, bang on 8.55. As you probably smelled a bit, the teacher would most likely put you by some child they disliked and you'd  just be given paper, because wasting an exercise book on you would be the height of profligacy. Luckily I wasn't a gypsy; my folks just had wanderlust.

Fortunately, not all schools in rural areas were that bad. I remember one where we collected eggs from the chickens that hid them in patches of nettles in the grounds. The children there were very welcoming and so were the teachers, but I didn't feel I was learning anything. I still have the exercise book with the sum: "Share £16- 9s -2d among 4 boys" It foxed me for about a week. I finally decided I'd give each of them different amounts. It didn't say 'fair' shares!  Obviously, girls couldn't be trusted with that huge amount of cash.....

At my best rural school, where I finally settled and did quite well, the Year 5 teacher showed her incredible grasp of child psychology by standing me in front of my new class and making me sing while she thrashed out the National Anthem on the piano. Far from scarring me for life, I used that opportunity profitably and picked out which girls I thought prettiest . I must've had a good eye, but as this is a family orientated Forum I'll not divulge what Hilary Westacott became famous for a few years later!

I think we lost that England around the mid 1960s. By then, I was sitting bored out of my skull at the boys' grammar school when a large bulldozer began removing the hedge between us and the girls' grammar. A mighty cheer went up; we all knew we were to be 'mixed' by September! About half our elderly staff resigned. A naughty lad was one thing, but a naughty girl....

Yes, definitely, the beginning of the End!  Was I sorry? No!

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Woolsery said:

I think we lost that England around the mid 1960s. 

A good read that was so thank you, Ahhh the good ol' days.

What you describe is life! Try a modern school today, if you are fat, thin, or have big ears you are going to cop it. When you was a child you new where pork chops or lamb chops come from, ha some kids today.

I heard it said many times before if you want to recapture 50’s England move to New Zealand. I think modern day Kiwi’s will probably take offence for saying such a thing though.

Don’t get me wrong people, I am a working class oik so no snob, but saying that I wish the BBC tv/radio presenters spoke with a received pronunciation.

Woolsery

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Woolsery said:

I think we lost that England around the mid 1960s. 

I heard it said many times before if you want to recapture 50’s England move to New Zealand. I think modern day Kiwi’s will probably take offence for saying such a thing though.

I've relatives there. They think Jacinda Ardern's more likely to have them captured by China before the decade's out!

TripleH

I've lived semi rural most of my life. I have little sympathy for those expecting the bits they don't like about rural living to stop to please them.

If we had a bonfire we'd consider our neighbours. We also lived not too far from a crematorium so we're pretty immune to a smell of burning anyway.

BikingBud

Woolsery said:

Thumbs_Up said: I use to watch old b/w films where it would be some middle class family would be living in a quaint old house in the countryside serine and in tune with nature. Of course no cars for the plebs in those days so the roads and the pubs would have been safe.

A England now lost.

I remember the sort of thing; it hung on in some places into the 1950s. You had to raise your cap to the squire and the vicar and take a clip round the ear if you got 5/20 or less in the daily mental arithmetic test.

Of course, if you were a gypsy child, you had stones thrown at you, so getting into the school was impossible until the Master or Mistress arrived, bang on 8.55. As you probably smelled a bit, the teacher would most likely put you by some child they disliked and you'd  just be given paper, because wasting an exercise book on you would be the height of profligacy. Luckily I wasn't a gypsy; my folks just had wanderlust.

Fortunately, not all schools in rural areas were that bad. I remember one where we collected eggs from the chickens that hid them in patches of nettles in the grounds. The children there were very welcoming and so were the teachers, but I didn't feel I was learning anything. I still have the exercise book with the sum: "Share £16- 9s -2d among 4 boys" It foxed me for about a week. I finally decided I'd give each of them different amounts. It didn't say 'fair' shares!  Obviously, girls couldn't be trusted with that huge amount of cash.....

At my best rural school, where I finally settled and did quite well, the Year 5 teacher showed her incredible grasp of child psychology by standing me in front of my new class and making me sing while she thrashed out the National Anthem on the piano. Far from scarring me for life, I used that opportunity profitably and picked out which girls I thought prettiest . I must've had a good eye, but as this is a family orientated Forum I'll not divulge what Hilary Westacott became famous for a few years later!

I think we lost that England around the mid 1960s. By then, I was sitting bored out of my skull at the boys' grammar school when a large bulldozer began removing the hedge between us and the girls' grammar. A mighty cheer went up; we all knew we were to be 'mixed' by September! About half our elderly staff resigned. A naughty lad was one thing, but a naughty girl....

Yes, definitely, the beginning of the End!  Was I sorry? No!

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