Bank Holiday Sunday just got better!

It looks like a bumper Bank Holiday in Horsington. Not only is there a cricket match in the afternoon. Not only are Bragatanga playing in the evening at the Half Moon. Now  Muddy Wallow Pigs will be providing a hog roast at the Half Moon after cricket on 29th May.  An inflation-beating £4.00 for a roll full of delicious rare breed pork,  bred and reared here in Horsington, with help yourself Apple Sauce and stuffing. Mmmm!

Superinjunction News

There has been much talk of superinjunctions in the blog bunker. Who has issued them? Is The Blog subject to them? What does the Mail on Sunday mean when it says actor Hugh Bonneville “is known to fellow thespians as the Ryan Giggs of the showbusiness world, after the famously family-orientated footballer”?

None of this has anything to do with Horsington of course, so we won’t be covering it. But if you want to know where most of the information currently in the newspapers is coming from, look here.


Silas Silage ventures into education

Silas Silage
“my unbraced trousers fall to my knees”
It’s never too early to get the young interested in Gardening, says Silas Silage, our resident green fingered guru.
One of the joys of gardening is the opportunity to share one’s expertise with the young. I learnt many tricks and wrinkles from my old grandad, and I never miss an opportunity to pass on my knowledge to the next generation.
A lot of your young people today could be rescued from a life of vandalism and racing around in cars, drinking cider and getting young ladies into trouble if they spent more time in the garden with an experienced older hand. (OK, we get the message –Ed).
From time to time I do a bit of gardening at a local private girls school, which gives me an ample opportunity to educate some very posh young ladies on Mother Nature’s ways. And delightful creatures they are, mostly.
I always dress appropriately when I go there as it’s important to be well turned out. I have some very natty camouflaged battle fatigues which I got from the Yeovil boot sale, and I must say I cut a fine military figure, although you have to be very sharp-eyed to see me, such is the  subtlety of the dappled medley of greens, browns and yellows.
This week the bursar, Major Carstairs, has asked me to have a go at the “bower”, a secluded leafy garden behind the swimming pool. There’s a wrought iron gate covered with ivy and a notice “Private – Upper VI Form only”.
I let myself in and my, what a beautiful sight. A close trimmed lawn,  and beautiful scented arrays of flowers, lavender, sage, elephant grass, climbing roses, neat box hedges  and some nice topiary on the privet, all set about with garden chairs and sun loungers. A statue of a man carrying a spear and wearing a sheet, with laurel leaves around his head stares at me.
It’s a hot day, and the bees are a buzzin’, so I prepare to take my customary pre-work forty winks before getting on with the weeding. There’s no-one about, so I crawl into the shade, ease my braces, take a quick peg of elderflower whisky, and shut my eyes.
I dream I am in heaven, with beautiful angels administering to my every need, bathing my temples and bringing me tasty treats, grapes and stuff.
I must have been asleep for some time, because I awake to the tinkling sound of young laughter. I open my eyes to realize I am surrounded by young ladies reading books and chatting,  and none of them are wearing anything but little string things round their bottoms. Wouldn’t do for Mrs Silage, that’s for sure.
Omigod, they’re virtually naked! Oh dear.  Oh dear me! Luckily they haven’t seen me.
Just then I gets a shooting cramp in my right leg. Must be the damp ground. I leap to my
feet with an agonized howl, grabbing my leg and hopping around like a mad thing. At the same moment my unbraced trousers fall to my knees. “It’s a man!”cries one of the girls, and they all take up the chorus like a treeful of jays. It’s a man! It’s a man!
One of them is on the phone. “It’s a man!” she cries.
Best to beat retreat. I grab my hoe and knapsack and begin hopping to the gate, trousers at half mast. Just then I hear a siren. Must be a fire somewhere.
I get to the gate, which is suddenly flung open to reveal a couple of blue uniforms ,and before I know where I am or can explain I find myself in the back of a squad car handcuffed to a large policewoman who…. (To be continued –Ed)

Election Day. Wake us when it’s over

We agree, it is hard to muster any enthusiasm at all after what must be the most lacklustre election campaign in history. Tomorrow we go to the polls to elect our district council. Does anyone care?

Please do exercise your democratic right, and remember, you have two votes. Make sure you use them both.

There is also a referendum on the alternative voting system. Another lacklustre and confusing campaign.  There is a very good, unbiased explanation here. Hope it helps.

Happy voting.

BloggoVision Preview – Braga Tanga (at the Half Moon, May 29th)

Sunday May 29th is the Bank Holiday cricket match against the Tabard Pilgrims from Chiswick, West London. There should be a lively social scene in the Half Moon afterwards, helped by a BBQ, some decent guest ales (Please, some ESB -Ed) and a new band, Braga Tanga, making their first appearance at the HM. They have very bravely asked to appear on BloggoVision, in the full knowqledge that this clip will either reel the punters in, or keep them away. (If it helps, I liked it -Ed)


More info on the band

Tiptoe softly through the trees – conservationists at work

Horsington Manor
Danger, conservationists at work
Richard Gaunt writes: The half dozen regular users of the footpath between Batchpool Lane and Marsh Lane, dog walkers all, have been intrigued by the “County Wildlife Site” notices, adorned with the South Somerset District Council badge, which have suddenly appeared around the perimeter of the fields between the footpath and the old railway line.
“Please assist ongoing conservation work”, begs the notice.

Underneath there are sterner warnings.
“Use only the designated footpath”.
“All dogs to be kept under close control”.

Heavy stuff, as on the face of it this is arable land which is regularly ploughed, harrowed, seeded, sprayed and harvested using heavy tractors and equipment, and it is difficult to see what adverse effect a few sedate dog  walkers can have on this environment, or how they could upset any conservation work. In the season, there is regular shooting.

I asked Mr Rhys, the agent for the land, owned by Horsington Manor, about the conservation work, but have not had a response.

So I asked the Somerset County Council, who were most helpful.
The Somerset Environmental Records Centre has confirmed that the area is the “Horsington North Park Local Wildlife Site (LWS)”. (Not “County”).

The site was assessed back in 2002/3 when it was given Local Wildlife status because of the important veteran trees, but it appears the site has not been re-visited or assessed since that time. Veteran trees are conserved because they are particularly valuable for wildlife and in Somerset there is a Somerset Wood Pasture, Parkland & Veteran Trees HAP ( Biodiversity Action Plan for Veteran Trees).

These sites have no statutory status and confer no additional rights or obligations on anyone. There are no additional restrictions over agricultural operations, and no new rights of access are created.

No public money has been spent on this site, but ownership of one puts you well up the queue for other grant support, if available.

It all seems a bit of much ado about nothing, and I can’t help thinking the notices are a lot of huff and puff about “Get off my Land”.
Why they have suddenly put up official looking notices with no statutory backing (and promoted the site from a “local” site to a “County” one) after nearly a decade is a mystery.
But if you go near a veteran tree, tiptoe carefully!
Thanks, Richard. More comments welcome. There is more
information at

Pass the mango chutney -curry night is back

The popular Half Moon Curry Night returns on Tuesday 10th May until the end of the month. (Tuesday 31st May).  Then it’s goodbye ruby Tuesday until the autumn. Whatever will the regulars do on Tuesdays?

The deal is £10 for two. A selection of delcious home made curries (Onion baji, naan bread and extra poppadums incur a small additional charge). Drinks not included.