Fun and games

Two men with tweed jackets, big boots and driving a truck from the windmill company were seen pacing out the fields down near the Mirkstones Gibbet on Monday. In the evening they came to the Old Lame Duck for a meal and got into conversation with some of the locals who plied them with a few too many pints of Fuddles finest ales. Half way through the evening they were joined by a wee slip of a girl who obviously worked with them in some sort of management role (well, she was dressed that way). She liked G&Ts – lots of them.

Later that night the two guys unaccountably piled their truck into the fen where it bobbed along with them asleep inside until sinking up to its whithers leaving them with only their heads above the water and all their laptop computers and survey notes sadly wet and useless. The girl was last seen wandering shoeless along the top of a nearby dyke, singing lustily about matters too indelicate to relay here and clutching a drowned Goose to her bosom. Fortunately a member of the anti-windmill group managed to take a very nice video of her which seems to have made its way onto YouTube. Check it out.

May day Revels

Very strange weather in recent days. One expects rain in the spring but torrential downpours, flooded roads and high winds for a solid week are a bit excessive, even for the fens. There was even a piece in the national press about it at the weekend predicting all sorts of doom. Here in Mirkmere we actually find ourselves temporarily cut off from the outer world, or more precisely the world is cut off from us. Thank goodness for the Internet. Doubtless the waters will shortly recede but it has been an interesting few days, if rather damp ones

Meanwhile, the Old Lame Duck pub has had a new coat of paint, and has hired a new and adventurous chef for its kitchens with hopes of attracting a more prosperous cutomer base. The old ways no longer pay the bills. The daily 7am workers’ and commuters bus to Huntingdon has been rescheduled and henceforth runs at 9:30 am on alternate odd numbered weekdays in months with an ‘R’ in the name and on the even days the other months of the year – and the fare has tripled due to the removal of the public transport subsidy by the government (god bless ‘em).

Where were the Mirkmere Morris??? If Fenstanton could have been out at dawn today, where our lot?

Our morris dancers once again failed to get up at dawn to see in May Day despite their promises and the posters around the town – the three small children, old dog and two milkmen who had come to watch them in the rain were disappointed but not surprised. They promise to be better organised next year … where have we heard that before? Perhaps they might take a leaf out of the book of their Fenstanton friends who, we are reliably told, did drag themselves put to ensure the sun rose.

Since the announcement here on Friday of the forming of an action committee to protest the erection of wind turbines near our town there has been much interest and support. Of course, our main objection was primarily on aesthetic grounds but we could not help but be intrigued, not to say a little alarmed, by the release of data collected in Texas that seems to indicate that these machines can actually affect the climate and are not quite the ultimate green energy solution we have been told. It works like this: … at night the air closer to the ground naturally becomes colder when the sun goes down and the earth cools. However, on huge wind farms the motion of the turbines mixes the warmer air higher in the atmosphere with cooler air on the ground and thereby raises the overall temperature in their vicinity by a small, but important,amount. The Texan data has found that over a decade the local temperature near wind farms went up by almost 1degC as more turbines are built. Sounds small, but it isn’t.

This is worrying indeed as it is expected to have long term effects on wildlife living in the immediate areas of wind farms and, what is more, it could also affect regional weather patterns as warmer areas affect the formation of cloud and even wind speeds.

We shall watch this.

 

Release time nears – as do windmills

Our little venture seems to be well received in Mirkmere by those who have been privy to its existence – very encouraging.

Clearly there is much work yet to be done in the posting of historic and geographic and even demographic information which we trust will be of interest to visitors and potential visitors to the site. Rest assured that this will be augmented over time. Nevertheless, we are aware that there are many “Friends of Mirkmere” (or FoMs) out there eager for news of life on the fen and so we will announce the site over the weekend that is upon us and hope that they will take some small pleasure in learning what we are about.

To receive automatic notification of new news postings there is a handy subscription button on the sidebar to the left – leave your email address, click subscribe and you never need to miss out on Mirkmere events again.  If you ever feel you have had enough then it’s just as easy to unsubscribe … but we know you won’t want to.

Quite a few of the FoMs are current or former members of Fenstanton Morris who helped us to recreate our traditional dances some fifteen years or so ago and we especially hope that they will become avid followers of our little newsletter. The landlord of the Old Lame Duck asks us to mention that they will always be welcome in her bar and that she hopes they may even come and dance again during the summer ahead.

The "Old School"

Meanwhile … an action committee has been formed to protest and prevent the planned installation of electricity generating windmills down the road at Mirkstone’s Gibbet. We have been happy to look out on the old gibbet as we pass there for hundreds of years but we feel that the erection of huge whirling structures that blight the landscape and mince passing birds in the process are, if not quite an abomination, at least something worthy of keeping away from our corner of the world. An initial information meeting is planned for the evening of next Tuesday (May day) at the Old School and we invite any residents interested in helping us oppose this development to come along and support our efforts. More information can be had from Mr. Fetlock at the butchers or from the Misses. Bennett of the Old Puntgunner Tea Rooms.

TGIF

Quality Council

 

:)     Mirkmere is (discretely) run by a Quality Parish Council

 

 

 

May Day “Revels”

Only four days until May Day we have been reminded – we suppose that that means the morris dancers will be waking us at dawn with their noise and enthusiasm.  We know that some of you will find this prospect attractive, which is why we mention it here on our news page, but for we old geezers we do wish they would do it more discretely.

We read that the new second dip into recession may well have been helped along by a bit too much government austerity.  Pity they weren’t being equally austere about the costs of this damned olympic thingy that’s on the horizon.  Makes morris dancers look positively appealing.

The Harrier has been seen again on the fen.  Now this is something to cheer about.

Spring lamb time

Spring has really come to Mirkmere this week and out on the water meadows there is the jolly sight of a new crop of fine, fat, young lambs … but don’t allow your children to get too attached to them as it won’t be long before we will be able to enjoy them in ways other than purely visual. Our town butcher has already got his eyes on most of them and assures us that once they have been well hung and disassembled he will happily sell us our favourite cuts and roasts.

We read in the paper this morning that Britain has just slipped into the second half of a double-dip recession. All the more reason to keep what money we still have safe at home and support local produce.

Last night’s chamber recital at the church was a huge success and has added a couple of hundred pounds to the churchyard maintenance fund – it won’t be long before the grass will be cut again and the topiary clipped back into submission.

Bees and Birds

The Rev. Brian Brian reports that his bee hives in the vicarage garden have come through the winter remarkably well considering the current fears of colony collapse disorder and are already filling the supers with pounds of good rape honey during the current, somewhat garish, yellowing of the fields around our town. He fully expects to take the majority of the honey prizes at the village show again this year … other apiarists in the region may beg to differ.

A Marsh Harrier was seen on the fen yesterday evening to the huge excitement of local birders. This endangered but magnificent bird has suffered enormously from gamekeepers and habitat loss and there are now few left in England. How exciting it would be should they return to “our” wetlands and maybe even choose to nest here. Thank goodness most of the local landowners are more enlightened in these matters than they used to be and can be expected to protect them rather than shoot them should they stick around.

Don’t forget the chamber music recital in the church hall this evening.

Breaking the silence

Today is the day that the Mirkmere News bursts unbidden onto the internet-waves (do we have air-waves any longer?) to bring to a world agog for information all the news that’s fit to print concerning some of the happenings in our small town.

Today it rained, there was a shortage of pork-scratchings at the bar of the Old Lame Duck and Mrs. Nipperkin’s washing fell in the mud when her clothes prop snapped in two following a sudden gust of wind. Elsewhere, gardens are beginning to green up in the longer days of spring, the daffodills are past their best and the birds are returning from their winter migration.  Soon there will be ducks to hunt and roast.

Tomorrow evening at 7:30pm there is to be a recital by the Mirkmere String Quartet at St. Fenella’s church hall (see below if you are not familiar with the town).  Tickets are going fast.

St. Fenella -the-Fastidious, Mirkmere