17/11 - a few weeks ago, Ossie was minding his own business when a huge thump echoed through the house!
Leaping up from his armchair, the bird thought the solar panel on the roof had blown up (again
), but thankfully, his fears were unfounded. There was wood pigeon-sized mark spread-eagled on the patio window, and a rather dazed-looking wood pigeon wobbling off the patio itself.
Fast-forward to this week, and Ossie looks out of the kitchen to see, against a grey skyline, the black silhouette of a wood-pigeon-sized bird heading straight for the window.
I ducked. But there was no crash. I raised my head and looked out again. The bird was still there, heading for the window. I blinked, shook my head, looked again. Still there! It was only then that I suddenly realised I was watching a sparrow-hawk, absolutely stationary, and in full hunting mode, hovering just on the other side of our garden fence! We’ve seen it once before, actually sitting on our back fence, but this was the first time we’ve seen it in flight. It suddenly swooped down, then up into a nearby tree – and it was around the back performing all afternoon. Fascinating to watch!
One of the joys of retirement is that we can have the odd midday meals out, and Mrs O has long been agitating for a visit to a particular pub she’s seen advertised, just over the County boundary and which had had good reviews. As a bit of fun, we keep our own “Ossievisor” notebook in the car
to rate the places we visit, and unfortunately this pub didn’t score very well on the day, so slightly downcast, we motored onwards for a first visit to a farm shop we’d heard about – and that turned out to have recently opened its own café; very nice it looked too! So back we went the following day to sample the fayre there, which turned out to be excellent, and the bird had the faggots and mash
:
https://www.kimbersfarmshop.co.uk/glouc ... k/faggots/I’ve never met Grandma Hazel, the one with the secret recipe, but by gum, that lady should have a statue erected in celebration of her faggot recipe. And on a plinth!
So, getting my season back on track after last week’s (self-inflicted) fiasco at Hamble, off on Wednesday evening to watch Westbury United again. I drew into the Meadow Lane car-park behind the opposition’s mini-bus, which was heavily emblazoned “Up The Sods!”
My first sighting of Chipping Sodbury Town.
Promotion-chasing Westbury ought to regard the result of this game as a point gained rather than two points lost - they came up against a resolute Sods side who played much better than their 18th place in the table suggested. In fact, it needed two stunning second half saves by Ed Baldy in goal to deny Chipping Sodbury the win.
The Sods opened the scoring on 10m with a free header from a corner – poor defending. Westbury equalised on 54m when the away keeper punched out a flick-on from a long throw, only for Joe Stradling to head the ball back over a ruck of players and into the net. In the same incident, Westbury attacker Ricky Hulbert looked like he sustained a broken nose in a clash and had to be substituted. As he had spent the first half falling over and appealing aggrievedly to the referee every time an opposition player got anywhere near him, some might have regarded this as karma ….
Westbury might have won it at the death but their no.14, put through the defence, hit a tired shot directly at the keeper. The draw was an eminently fair result.
In a way, I was lucky I found this match on. I gather that when I last saw Westbury play against Odd Down a couple of weeks back, after the game it was found that the boiler in the changing rooms had malfunctioned and no-one could get a hot shower. Odd Down reported this to the league, and both the league and the FA descended on Westbury, carried out an emergency ground inspection and failed them! Not only had the boiler to be sorted but, I was told, amongst other minor matters, “crosses” had to be painted
(I have no idea at all what that meant), and a copious amount of fallen leaves swept away from the pitchside area. All had been accomplished by volunteers in record time, so the Chipping Sodbury game was able to go ahead.
Western League Premier Division (Step 5): Westbury United 1 Chipping Sodbury Town 1
Admission £5 including programme.
Refreshments: £1 for a mug of tea. And as no hot food was available last time I came here, tonight I was prepared – a packet of Bumble and Boots Original West Country Beef Jerky purchased from the Kimber Farm Shop for £2.95 *
Attendance: 49 (officially – although I counted 63 on the night!)
* According to the packaging :
“This product may contain traces on Nuts.
The little white bag in this package [the oxygen absorbent] is not suitable for consumption. Do not microwave.”
Today, a gentle visit today to Sutton Benger, which is a rather attractive, well-heeled village a few miles north-east of Chippenham. Lots of posh cottages, but tempered with some in-fill new builds. The easiest approach to Sutton Benger by car appears to be to follow the signs to the Council Rubbish Dump
down the B4122 from the A350/M4 motorway roundabout, and then left onto the B4069 and into the village. Passing the Wellesley Arms on the left, turn next right into Chestnut Road and the entrance to the Village Hall and Recreation Ground car park is just past the local primary school. The car park only has a limited number of spaces (around 20) and quickly filled up today. My journey had also taken me up the Chippenham Bypass, and I'm pleased to report that the "improvements" are still incomplete (over two years on
), and the extensive collection of road cones are still in place. They should now be regarded as an indigenous species, and have probably started their own breeding colony!
There’s a full-size soccer pitch on the Sutton Benger campus (although one of the goalposts was uprooted and lying flat by the hedge
), a cricket square, a couple of tennis courts, and a kids’ play area; the rugby pitch is located in the far corner of the rec from the rather nondescript chalet-style hall which incorporates the changing rooms. The hall itself was shut up today. The rugby pitch isn’t roped or railed, and the only pitch-side furniture, apart from a few park benches scattered around, appear to be a wooden shed which houses the club’s equipment and their current pride and joy, a brand-new portable training floodlight. (Just the one, although it does have 4 directional lamps
).
Both sides are in the lower reaches of their division. Pewsey Vale have already conceded one walk-over, and last time out suffered a 7-124 home defeat at the hands of league leaders Combe Down
. I enquired about this, and was told the club have an ongoing problem with player availability – many are young farmers, and work has to take priority. They were at full strength today, though, and looked quite a formidable (if slightly overweight
) proposition. Sutton Benger, in contrast, were a smaller, lighter, mobile side, and the two teams combined to provide a closely-fought and entertaining match.
Pewsey were quickly on the offensive and opened the scoring after 12m with try down the right wing. Sutton Benger opened their account on 18m and took the lead through a conversion that only just wobbled between the posts, but Pewsey made it 7-12 at the interval via a converted try on 26m although the scorer was very nearly stopped on the line.
Three rapid yellow cards for over-exuberant tackling at the start of the second half reduced Pewsey to 13 men before a home player was sin-binned, but Sutton Benger couldn’t make the numerical advantage pay. It wasn’t until 69m that they managed to draw level with a classic passing move down the line and over in the corner, and then on 75m, their no.3 replaced the established place kicker (who wasn’t having the best of days), and he became an unlikely hero, landing a 30 yard penalty that just managed to clear the bar.
Hard luck on Pewsey Vale, though – a draw would have been quite a fair result.
Wadworth 6X Dorset & Wilts 1 North (Level 8): Sutton Benger RFC 15 Pewsey Vale RFC 12
Admission: free, no programme
Refreshments: nothing on offer. The village shop/post office closes at 12:00 on Saturdays, and the best (only) bet for sustenance seems to be the Wellesley Arms on the High Street, where for £2 I bought a Kitkat and a packet of Read Handcooked Oak Smoked BBQ Rib Flavour Potato Crisps which were somewhat salty, and after which I could have murdered a mugga tea.
Attendance: 34