A balancing act

Seeming to defy gravity or any logic and appearing physically impossible the art of creating arrangements out of stone requires patience and a steady hand…master this and the results can be very cool indeed.

A small UK arts collective called Responsible Fishing visited Sandsend near Whitby today to create stone balancing artwork and sand art designs on the beach and to offer advice to members of the public who wanted to give it a go. Made as the tide drops these creations are short lived however as they disappear as the tide makes its way back in and covers them over.

Here’s a few pictures from today…

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Sand Art event in Yorkshire

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Middlesbrough Pride

The Middlesbrough Community Pride event held in the town centre today brings together many members of the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender communities from the area. This is the second year for the colourful event and many people turned out to support the day which began with a parade around the town before the stage entertainment began in the centre square area of Middlesbrough.

 

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Cattle wash here

The Stokesley Agricultural Show remains one of the biggest one-day shows to be held in the north of England. Attracting entrants from all over the country who come to enter their animals into the different categories of livestock, horses and other events for judging.

Dating back to 1859 the show has ran every year apart from during the two world wars and continues to be one of the key events in the show calendar.

 

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Arcs of white

A Spider sewed at Night

Without a Light

Upon an Arc of White

 

Taken from “A Spider Sewed at Night” by the American poet Emily Dickinson

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Take the hill

The roar of old engines broke the morning silence in Saltburn by the Sea today as the historic Hill Climb began once again. Cancelled last year due to the heavy flooding that caused severe damage in the Cat Nab car park and other parts of the town the competitors and classic car and motorcycle enthusiasts returned to once gain test their machines on the climb up from the car park at Cat Nab to the top of Saltburn bank.

The event which is organised by the Middlesbrough and District Motor Club has had a long association with this and other motorsport events for many years. Today’s event saw vehicles from the early 1900′s up to 1975 gather to perform.

However due to the current Road Traffic Act preventing timed events from taking place on public roads this event is currently a non-competitive event but supporters of the hill climb have petitioned constantly for the return of a competitive element to the gathering. It is hoped however that these restrictions may be lifted later in the year. These restrictions didn’t do anything to dampen the enthusiasm of those taking part today though or indeed that of the many hundreds who came to watch the event.

 

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Yes…No…Maybe…?

Thursday 18th of September 2014. Remember the date. History could be made then when the 305-year-old political union between Scotland and England could potentially come to an end.

…and speaking of history:

 

Scotland’s relations with its larger neighbour have often been difficult, none more so than in the wars of independence some 700 odd years ago. Wars that were led by William Wallace and following him Robert the Bruce. He defeated Edward II who was attempting to subjugate Scotland during the Battle of Bannockburn in 1314. After other cross border disputes, including Scotland’s defeat at Flodden by the English in 1513, the Scottish and English crowns were unified in 1603 when King James VI of Scotland became overall monarch of the British isles.

In 1707, that union was cemented by Scotland and England’s political union, forced on Scotland in part by a financial crisis following the abject failure of its colony in Panama, the so-called Darien adventure. All political power moved to London, but Scotland retained its own legal system, churches and universities. In 1745, the pretender to the British throne, Bonnie Prince Charlie, led the Jacobite revolt against Hanoverian rule by London. Despite reaching as far south as Derby, that ended in crushing defeat at Culloden in 1746.

In the 1800s, Scotland’s economy strengthened, its cities boomed and its citizens took a leading role in the British empire. But proposals to give Scotland some form of “home rule” within the UK have been live since William Gladstone’s era as Liberal leader in the 1880s. After several failed attempts at Westminster, notably in 1913 and 1979, a Scottish parliament was finally reestablished in 1999 in Edinburgh with wide-ranging policy making and legal powers but dependent on a direct grant from London.

In May 2011, Alex Salmond and the SNP unexpectedly won an historic landslide victory giving the nationalists majority control of the Scottish parliament, enabling the first minister to demand an independence referendum.

They believe that Scotland’s economy, its social policies and its creativity would flourish if it had much greater autonomy.

A majority of Scots disagree however. They believe Scotland is more secure within the UK, but many want the Scottish parliament to have greater financial and legal powers.

 

So what happens if the ‘Yes’ campaign take the referendum? What happens from there? Well it would mark the start of another journey. A journey of negotiation.

For all the key issues – like Scotland’s share of UK debt, dividing up North Sea oil fields, a possible currency union, taking over military bases and UK government offices – all would need to be negotiated. Some argue the any final deal should also be ratified in a referendum. Scotland’s Deputy First Minister Nicola Sturgeon has said that all the major negotiations could be completed by March 2016, in time for the next Scottish parliamentary elections in May 2016.

It is unclear at this time however just how quickly the UK parliament would approve any deal. There could also be a transition period before that process was complete which could take several years. There are profound doubts about whether the European Union’s 28 members will agree to Scotland’s membership within Sturgeon’s 18 month outlined timetable.

So in a nutshell that’s kind what it is all about. A complicated subject with many unanswered questions and with some questions that may yet need to be asked but as the day for the referendum draws closer the political debate builds and the emotions on the street rise between those Scots voting Yes and those voting No along with many still undecided.

 

I took a very early morning drive up through a foggy Northumberland and Scottish borders recently heading towards Selkirk. I was going up to cover a visit to the town by Nick Clegg the Liberal Democrat Deputy Prime Minister. Mr Clegg along with Prime Minister David Cameron, Labour leader Ed Miliband and around 60 MP’s and councillors all left London on the same day to join activists at numerous locations throughout Scotland to make the positive case for Scotland remaining part of the United Kingdom.

 

Below are a few pictures from the day.

So next Thursday will be the day that may bring about a new chapter in the history of the United Kingdom and the countries that form it.

Is it a good thing?

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Some of the pictures from the day ran in the Daily Telegraph, The Daily Express and the Independent as well as featuring in online galleries such as The Daily Telegraph , the Guardian , the New York Times ,  Metro , Blooberg Businessweek and Wall Street Journal

 

 

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Beadnell Bay

Beadnell Bay harbour in Northumberland…

 

 

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Mynarski – The last op

One of the only two remaining Avro Lancaster bombers that are still flying today was on display and did a fly-past for gathered crowds at Durham Tees Valley airport today.

The famous World War Two aircraft, named ‘Mynarski’ is owned by the Canadian Warplane Heritage Museum and is beginning a 2-week tour of the UK. The aircraft is named after Pilot Officer Andrew Mynarski who flew from the airport during World War Two and which was then called RAF Middleton St George.

Pilot Officer Mynarski, a Canadian flying with the Canadian Royal Air Force was posthumously awarded a VC after giving his life while trying to save a colleague when their Lancaster bomber was shot down in June 1944. A short service was held next to the statue of Pilot Officer Mynarski.

This is his and the crews story….

 

In the aftermath of D-Day attacks on 12 June 1944, Pilot Officer Mynarski was aboard Lancaster bomber KB726,taking part in the crew’s 13th operation, a raid on northern France. They reached their target at midnight, Tuesday 13 June. After encountering flak over the coastline and briefly being “coned” by searchlights, the Lancaster was attacked by a Junkers Ju 88 enemy night fighter over Cambrai, France. Raked by cannon fire with major strikes on the port engines and centre fuselage, a hydraulic fire engulfed the bomber. Losing both port engines, the crew were ordered to bail out. As Mynarski approached the rear escape door, he saw through the inferno in the rear, that tail gunner Pilot Officer Pat Brophy was trapped in his turret. The tail turret had been jammed part way through its rotation to the escape position.

Without hesitation, Mynarski made his way through the flames to Brophy’s assistance. All his efforts were in vain, initially using a fire axe to try to pry open the doors before finally resorting to beating at the turret with his hands. With Mynarski’s flight suit and parachute on fire, Brophy eventually waved him away. Mynarski crawled back through the hydraulic fire, returned to the rear door where he paused and saluted. He then reputedly said “Good night, sir,” his familiar nightly sign-off to his friend, and jumped.

Except for Brophy, all crew members of the Lancaster managed to escape the burning bomber. Five left through the front escape hatch on the floor of the cockpit. When bomb aimer Jack Friday, tried to release the escape hatch cover in the aircraft’s nose, the rushing wind ripped it from his hands. The hatch cover caught him above his left eye and knocked him out. He fell into the open hatch and jammed it closed until Flight engineer Roy Vigars reached him to quickly clip on Friday’s parachute and toss him out the hatch while pulling the unconscious crewman’s rip cord. Only Mynarski managed to leave via the rear escape door.

Mynarski’s descent was rapid due to the burnt parachute and shroud lines, resulting in a heavy impact on landing. He landed alive though severely burned, with his clothes still on fire. French farmers who spotted the flaming bomber found him and took him to a German field hospital but he died shortly afterwards of severe burns. He was buried in a local cemetery. Brophy remained trapped in the bomber and remained with the bomber when it crashed in a farm field. As the bomber disintegrated, and began breaking apart, Brophy survived the crash and the subsequent detonation of the bomb load. Still lodged in his turret, the crash broke the turret open with him pitched out, striking a tree and being temporarily knocked out.

Four of the crew members: Brophy, navigator Robert Bodie, radio operator James Kelly and pilot de Breyne were hidden by the French and, except for Brophy, returned to England shortly after the crash. Vigars remained with the unconscious Friday and both were captured by the Germans, being interned until liberated by American troops. Brophy joined French Resistance fighters and, after joining a resistance unit to continue the fight on the ground behind enemy lines, returned to London in September 1944, where he learned of Mynarski’s death. It was not until 1945 when Brophy was reunited with the rest of the crew that the details of his final moments on the aircraft were revealed. He related the story of the valiant efforts made by Mynarski to save him.

Mynarski lies buried in Grave 20 of the CWGC plot in the Méharicourt Communal Cemetery, near Amiens, France.

 

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Behind the Job – Middleham Gallops

So to continue something new that I’ve started recently here on ‘Room 2850‘ where I pick some of the stories I’ve covered and then explain a little bit about how I came to get a particular shot we head down to a beautiful part of the North Yorkshire countryside for a snowy start to the day back in March…

 

Middleham in Wensleydale in North Yorkshire has a long association with the training of top flight racehorses. Several top stables call it home and have based themselves there for many years. Ideally suited to take advantage of the surrounding countryside to exercise and train the horses it forms a perfect base from which to develop future champions. Come rain or shine or in this case snow the horses are ridden out through the town each morning and up onto the ‘Gallops’ to be put through their paces.

I visited the area in March to do a feature on one of the stables based there and was fortunate (…if you’re a photographer) to arrive early in the morning in the middle of a heavy snow storm to catch the start of the morning’s workout.

As I pulled into the town I got lucky, photographically speaking, and saw straight away some riders heading up towards me through the snow. Grabbing my camera from the seat next to me I quickly jumped out of the car and shot some pictures as they came through the town. Auto-focus can sometimes be easily confused especially when there are so many ‘things’ in the frame – snow flakes in this case! So I pre-focussed on the apex of the bend using the white line as a reference point and waited for the horses and riders to reach it before shooting a couple of frames.

Once they had passed me I headed up behind them to the gallops and spent a couple of hours taking pictures of these impressive animals exercising before visiting one of the stables.

The colour version of this picture ran in the Daily Express and was shot with a Nikon D3S at the long end of a 70 – 200mm f2.8 zoom lens. The ISO was set to 2200 and was taken using an aperture of f2.8 at 1/200th of a second shutter speed.

 

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Middleham Gallops

 

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Behind the Job – Tour de France

So something new that I’m going to try and do here on ‘Room 2850‘ is to pick some of the stories I’ve covered and then explain a little bit about the back story of how I came to get the shot or shots. Maybe throw in a few technical details here and there on camera settings and all that kind of stuff and generally ramble on about what happened….in the main I’ll use a single picture from each job but to open this idea I’m going to include three pictures, each taken over the 3 days that I covered the Tour de France when it came to Yorkshire.

 

The Tour de France Grand Depart hit Yorkshire like a whirlwind! For weeks, months even, before the event small villages in remote areas of the Yorkshire countryside were buzzing with talk of the Tour.

Street decorations, signs, bunting and yellow bicycles were cropping up everywhere as the day of the Grand Depart from Harewood House near Leeds drew nearer. Impromptu campsites sprung up all over the place in fields, sports grounds and on random patches of grass – more about this later – and the excitement started to build even amongst those who weren’t keen cyclists. I was shooting the weekend for Getty Images and had been given a broad brief about the requirements but it’s always good to be prepared for a ‘plan B‘ in case things change and in this case that was a good thing!

I went to Harewood House the day before the start to cover the prep and build up of fans and spectators arriving to camp within the grounds of the stately home for the weekend but as the slow trickle of people arrived and the rain came down it became obvious that the pictures weren’t really coming. So knowing that the start – and the royals – was going to be covered by another Getty photographer I got the word to go and find ‘a typical Yorkshire village‘…..and thus, Plan B kicked in!

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After a quick scan of the route the name that jumped out straight away was Ilkley. So I packed up my gear into my Land Rover and headed over there. With a huge amount of roads in the area being closed at different times for the race and with thousands of people in the area to watch it was always going to be hard to find somewhere to stop. I definitely didn’t want to park on some road or street that was to be part of the race the following day and subsequently find my car getting towed! So the search was on to find somewhere as close as possible to the main centre of the town.

Fortunately after sitting in a slow moving snake of traffic all the way to Ilkley I happened to glance out of my window and noticed two things. Firstly a fish and chip shop! This is always a good thing to see when you’re hungry and secondly a small sign next to it saying ‘Camp Site’ and an arrow pointing down some side street. I knew I was virtually in the centre of town so in the true spirit of adventure and because of the chip shop I made a turn to check it out…

On further investigation I found a sign saying ‘Camping’ with a mobile number written below it on a fence post on the edge of a small strip of grass outside a scout hut. So I called the number and spoke to a chap who said he would come along and see me. Ten minutes later I was parked up, paid up and ready to head back along to the fish and chip shop for some food!

 

The following morning was an early start to get some build-up shots as spectators prepared themselves along the route for when the Peleton passed through the town. It also offered a good opportunity to check out a few potential spots that might work for pictures before it became too busy to move through the crowds later. I wanted to try and get at least one wide shot, preferably from a higher viewpoint so I went in and spoke to the manager of The Crescent Inn which is situated right in the centre of the town. They were really helpful and made space in one of the top floor rooms that was used as a storage room for bedding, sheets and towels.

After working the crowds for the hours leading up to the time when the Peleton was due to arrive I headed into the Crescent Inn and went and waited in the room. As the time drew closer the crowds became more and more enthusiastic and cheered pretty much anything and everything that passed them by on the road. Police motorcyclists, official cars, delivery trucks or any other vehicles were cheered as they passed but anyone who rode past on a bicycle – especially the young kids – with cheered with as much enthusiasm as if the lead riders themselves were passing by.

As the time for the riders to pass approached the pre-race caravan passed by throwing sweets and assorted merchandise out into the crowds. Loud music blared out from huge speakers wired onto the flat bed trucks that carried the young women who through out the ‘goodies’. The loudest cheer of the day went out as the ‘Yorkshire Tea’ truck passed by. At this point, apart from craving a cup of tea I’m taking a few pictures from the window on my longer lens. Trying to isolate some of the crowds and get some of the atmosphere. Once it was obvious that the caravan had passed and seeing the swarm of TV helicopters start to come overhead it was time to change to a wider lens.

Leaning out as far as I could, standing on tip toe with a high wall of sheets and blankets leaning precariously against me and threatening to fall at any minute I got ready for the Peleton. The light was changing all the time with bright sun one minute then clouds passed by and the light levels dropped so I hoped for at least some good light on the riders but not too much to make too many shadows from the buildings.

I had manually pre-focussed on a spot on the road. This wasn’t really the time for the auto-focus on the Nikon D3s I was using to decide to hunt around and risk missing the pictures and I was on the widest lens I had – a 28mm f2.8 – to try and get as much in the picture as I could. I would have preferred to have gone wider though if I could have. I was shooting at 1/800th of a second at f8 and was at 800 ISO.

You knew they were close because a collective cheer went up further along the road and built as they got closer. A wall of noise carrying the riders through. Then as they approached I picked my moment and began to shoot a few frames.

Thirty seconds later it was all over. The Peleton had passed and ridden through to the next town. Time to head back to my truck as quickly as possible to begin editing and then file the pictures back to the desk.

 

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After waiting for the roads to re-open in Ilkley I then headed off to another impromptu campsite/field that I had found a couple of days earlier and pre-booked. One of the few that wasn’t full and which was near (ish) to the big hill climb on stage 2 at Holme Moss. Driving for just over an hour to the site I was making good time until the road I needed to use to reach the site was closed by police. The stage wasn’t even due to pass there until the next day but already the road had been closed. No amount of sweet talk by me could persuade them to let me through so a slightly altered route was needed to make my way to the campsite/field.

I won’t bore everyone with all the details of the journey but suffice to say that a good Ordnance Survey map of the area, a 4×4 vehicle and a very broad interpretation of trespass laws allowed me to find my way onto a road that would take me to the campsite/field I was looking for and soon enough I was parked up with a beer or three ready to go.

The thing with large events similar to these is that you’re kind of working all the time. You need some time to ‘admin’ yourself and your gear of course but when whatever is happening doesn’t occur very often then you need to shoot as much of what’s going on as possible. So even though I was parked up and ready for the next day I had to get some shots of the campsite and of those who had made this random field in the middle of Yorkshire their home for the night. So I wandered through the site for a bit shooting a few pictures and chatting to some of the people. There was a good vibe, the wine and beer flowed, kids ran around playing on the field and everyone was in a good mood in anticipation for the following day. I headed back to the truck, edited and filed the pictures in…I was able to get a good enough signal on my mifi to get on the t’internet which had been a concern – and then sorted my gear out for the next day.

 

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Essential pre-tour administration sorted

I said earlier that the campsite/field was close(ish) to the hill at Holme Moss. Now close is all relative I suppose as it turned out to be about an hour and a half steady walk from the campsite/field to the hill. An hour and a half that meant quite literally that those heading to the hill would have to walk up hill and down dale to get there. So this presented a few logistical issues I had to consider. I had to carry my laptop, Mifi and associated ‘stuff’ that I would need to file my pictures. I didn’t know if I would get a signal from the hill but I had to try. It wasn’t like I could nip back to my truck to send them and I had to carry enough camera gear to ensure I could cover what I hoped to get. My only concern was battery power for the laptop!

So the following morning it was an early start and a leisurely walk to the hill. As I went I shot a few pictures of those other happy campers making the walk through what has to be said was a very lovely part of the world. The farmer who owned the field had very kindly assisted those who visited his campsite/field by laying a route marked every few meters with pink ribbons tied to markers or fence posts. All the way from the site to the hill which was a very considerate thing to do. I did however hear a few people commenting on the hill later on how they were going to get back after seeing a lot of people carrying small pieces of wire with pink ribbons attached to them sticking out of their rucksacks!

So I had arrived on Holme Moss hill. The path had brought me out near to the ‘S’ bends about half way up. Thankfully though there were a couple of burger vans parked here so it offered a good opportunity to not only recover from the walk in but prepare myself for what would be a busy and physically demanding morning making my way up and down the hill several times to get as many pictures of the day as I could in the build up to the Peleton passing through. I thought the best way to prepare for this was to have a coffee, a bacon bap and a fag and so, suitably prepared in the healthiest of ways off I went to join the throng on the hill and shoot a few pictures…

I’ve put a link to my original blog post at the bottom of this post where further pictures can be seen but the picture below is one that I like. I shot a few of this chap and his dog who were just chilling on the hill and watching the chaos below them as the crowds built. He lived in Holmfirth, a village at the bottom of the hill and had walked up here for the day. I don’t think he was a huge cycling fan to be honest but like many people he was just enjoying the occasion and every so often his mobile would ring and he would go into discussion with someone. He told me that his wife and daughter were in 2 separate locations on the approach to the hill and were sending him regular updates on the current location of the Peleton. He gave me the nod when they were 10 minutes away. Can’t beat local knowledge!

Now I had already filed some pictures in by this point from the hill. Surprisingly I was able to get a signal and the pictures zapped away at a reassuring rate and I felt a sense of relief that every photographer who has to file pictures in will know when they have a picture desk waiting for your stuff. So as the Peleton came and went I shot away and was reasonably happy that things were going to be ok to get the pictures out. The second feeling I then had was the frustration and annoyance that once again every photographer who has to file pictures will know when you then, for no logical reason can not get a signal for love nor money despite being in virtually the same place as earlier! The huge amount of technical knowledge I have (not) guessed wildly that the volume of traffic passing through the networks from all the crowds trying to tweet and update their Facebook status with random selfy’s may have been the culprit but nonetheless my pictures were going nowhere fast and I wandered around the hill sides of Yorkshire with my laptop held up above my head trying desperately to get something, anything that looked like a hint of a signal.

Failing miserably and tired of looking like a dickhead for the day (…”Daddy what’s that man doing..?”. “I don’t know son, come over here next to me...”) and noticing that I had 3% of battery life remaining on my laptop I decided there was only one thing to do. Head back to my truck. So it was time to forget all this leisurely bimble through the woods civvie stuff and for the ‘army head‘ to come back out and ‘tab‘ back as quickly as possible to my Land Rover….to an internet signal…..and to a power supply and my kettle. Now in military speak to ‘tab’ is basically to walk really, really quickly so after looking like a demented hill walker to the crowds ambling back through the countryside I reduced the walk to 45 minutes (not too bad for an old bloke) and arrived back and quickly began the process of turning the pictures around.

 

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So after all this adventure did the pictures make anywhere? Which is pretty much the point of it all really…well fortunately I had a few good shows in print and on-line and they were picked up by publications and websites in a number of places around the world such as The GuardianCBS News , The Telegraph Al Jazeera AmericaThe Metro and ESPN sport amongst a few others and it’s always good to see your work being used so I was happy with the result.

The three days spent eating, living, sleeping, editing and filing and using the truck as a base from which to work had come to an end and it was time to head off. All being said the truck did really well as I expected and I don’t have any real issues in preparation for the next time I use it like this although I do plan to fit a second ‘leisure’ battery to help with charging requirements…oh and to pack more Bulmers…obviously!

 

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The Truck! This is the campsite I stopped at on the third night after leaving Ilkley to cover Stage 2 at Holme Moss

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The engine shed

Work continued in earnest this morning at the engine sheds of the North Yorkshire Moors Railway in the small Yorkshire village of Grosmont. The work was to prepare the steam locomotives ‘Chiru‘ and ‘Eric Treacy‘ for a short ceremony to mark the construction of a second platform at Whitby train station. This second platform will now provide passengers with more options for travel to reach the popular Yorkshire seaside town.

Whitby is at the end of the line on the North Yorkshire Moors Railway. This hugely popular railway remains the only heritage railway in the UK that runs over both the Network Rail lines and the heritage line. The line runs for 18 miles between Pickering and Grosmont Stations, and then for a further 6 miles to Whitby. It was first opened in 1836 as the Whitby and Pickering Railway and was planned in 1831 by George Stephenson as a way of opening up further trade routes from the sea port of Whitby.

The two locomotives arrived in Whitby station, under steam, before moving into position side by side – the first time this has happened at Whitby in half a century.

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Danby Agricultural Show

Tucked away in the beautiful Esk Valley in North Yorkshire the 154th Danby Agricultural Show took place today. The show which was founded in 1848 is the oldest agricultural show in the area and offers demonstrations of sheep dog trials, judging of a variety of different animals such as cattle, sheep, ferrets, horses and rabbits along with many different classes of horticulture and dairy.

 

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Egton Bridge Gooseberry Show

Close to Whitby and tucked away in the North York Moors national park is the small village of Egton Bridge. Each year on the first Tuesday in August the village holds the annual Gooseberry Show.

Competitive gooseberry events used to be very popular until the start of the First World War with around 170 shows held in the north of England. Egton Bridge remains one of only two events of this type still held in the country – the other event is held in Cheshire but unlike Egton it is a closed event and only accepts entries from members whereas Egton is an open event – It  was established in 1800 and upholds a tradition of finding the heaviest berry. The gardeners enter their berries into four categories based on the colour of the berries – red, yellow, green and white and the variety of each type is noted. Names such as ‘Woodpecker‘, ‘Lord Derby‘, ‘Princess Royal‘ and ‘ Just Betty‘ are just some of the colourful names of the varieties.

The judging of the berries is a traditional affair. Each entry is carried carefully by the grower into the judging room. Berries are carried in using a variety of means to protect their precious crop. Delicately placed in egg trays lined with cotton wool and some even arrive carried in specially made wooden boxes. After a year of nurturing to bring the best out of the berries every precaution is taken to protect them.

The berries are then placed on the table where two judges examine and classify the berry. They are then handed across the table to two weigh men who have the responsibility of weighing the berries using old ‘Avery’ apothecary scales that were bought by the society in 1937. These scales are accurate enough to measure the weight of a feather! The weights are measured using the Avoirdupois system of measuring using ‘Drams‘ and ‘Grains‘ which break down to 27.34 grains to one dram, sixteen Drams is equal to one ounce and sixteen ounces to the pound.

The winning berries within each category are basically the heaviest berries. The condition of the berry is not that important as long as it doesn’t suffer from any splits in the skin or heavy bruising. Each category has a winner and there is an overall ‘Champion Berry’ which this year was a berry grown by Graham Watson weighing in at 30 drams and 06 grains. All the berries are then taken through to the main hall and placed on plates with each category winner taking pride of place on a specially made spindle that raises the winner up over the rest of the berries.

So if you fancy your chances and happen to have a gooseberry bush growing wildly at the bottom of your garden then you could do worse than head along to the Egton show next year and take your chances and meet with the friendly bunch down at the show. If you want further information on the Egton Bridge Gooseberry Society then follow the link….. here

 

Here’s a few interesting facts about gooseberries that you might not know:

 

  • Their Latin name is Ribes uva-crispa
  • Bushes can fruit for up to 20 years
  • The Gooseberry is crossed with the Blackcurrant to make a Justaberry
  • If a husband and wife compete and enter the competition then they must grow them in separate pens
  • An average portion contains about a quarter of the daily Vitamin C requirement
  • The phrase ‘playing gooseberry’ comes from the days when the fruit was a euphemism for the devil.
  • One ancient belief tells of how fairies used to take shelter in the prickly bushes. This is how they are also known as ‘Fayberries’
  • The berries can cope with temperatures as low as -35C / -31F

 

..so now you know.

 

 

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The light’s go out in Yarm

To commemorate and remember the start of World War One on the 4th August, 1914 and as part of tributes and events taking place around the country the people of Yarm near Stockton came together last night to hold a service to show their respects to amongst the many thousands of others the 91 men from the town who died during the war. Held as part of the countrywide event organised by the group ‘1418now’ called Lights Out .

Ninety one candles, representing each of the men from Yarm who died during the Great War were lit and placed in specially made glass poppies. As the names of those men were read out to the gathered crowds each candle was extinguished until only one remained and at the stroke of eleven – the time that Britain entered into war with Germany – the final candle was blown out….

 

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Pickering Traction Engine Rally

Today saw the start of the 62nd Pickering Traction Engine Rally in North Yorkshire where homage is paid to the early industrial heritage of Great Britain and to a country who’s strength was built on steam power. The rally features one of the largest lines of showman’s engines and fairground organs seen in the north of England. Hundreds of vintage and classic cars, commercial vehicles, motor cycles, steam ploughing and other attractions will entertain the thousands of people who are expected to visit Pickering over the 4-day long event.

 

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Ryedale Agricultural Show

The 148th Ryedale agricultural show took place in North Yorkshire today. The show was established in 1855 and is a traditional agricultural show renowned for its high standards of entries into the numerous livestock and animal categories and other events…

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Sunderland International Air Show

Thousands of spectators gather on the seafront of Roker and Seaburn for the 26th Sunderland International Airshow. The annual event is the world’s biggest free airshow and features stunning aerial displays by a variety of civilian and military aircraft including the Red Arrows and the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight.

 

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Freedom for Palestine

Around 1500 people marched through the centre of Middlesbrough today in a peaceful demonstration to show their support for Palestinians living in Gaza. People from all communities, religions and backgrounds attended the march through the town showing solidarity for the people of Gaza and calling for an end to the military action being conducted by Israel.

 

Teesside Solidarity Rally through Middlesbrough

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Teesside Palestine solidarity campaign

Members of the Teesside Palestine solidarity campaign group gathered in the centre of Middlesbrough town centre earlier this evening to mount a peaceful demonstration to voice their opposition to the current Israeli actions in Gaza.

 

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United in grief

Flowers, cards and tributes – including flowers from the club left on their seats in the stands – are brought to St James’s Park, home of Newcastle United Football Club in honour of John Alder and Liam Sweeney. The two lifelong and dedicated Newcastle fans died along with 296 others in the MH17 Malaysian flight tragedy in the Ukraine.

Cards and football shirts have been brought from all over the country by fans from rival teams along with messages from around the world as they all join together, united in grief and shock to offer their condolences and messages of support to the families.

 

 

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Andrew Robson, son of Newcastle legend Sir Bobby Robson lays flowers and pays his respects as he looks over the sea of shirts and flowers at St James’s Park

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