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Lock Up musings from the Farm

by | Jul 1, 2020

The Farmer

Lock Up musings from the Farm

by | Jul 1, 2020

This dastardly ‘Chinese Virus‘ has challenged us all. ‘Lock down’ (we used to call it ‘Lock up’ at school) creates new initiatives and priorities, passions, promises and intentions. I desperately try to use the time to learn new skills and read more books. Failure. The mouthorgan and ‘Easiest Harmonic Book’ has sat on a prominently placed armchair awaiting my attention for weeks. There are stacks of old photographs crying out for albums or the bin. Franz von Papen’s ‘Memoirs’ and G. Lenotre’s ‘Robespierre’s Rise and Fall’ have been left untouched since pages 61 and 72 respectively in exchange for Thomas Penn’s ‘The Brothers York’, my kind of history, and Michael Henderson’s comforting and prophetic, indulgent and delightful, ‘That will be England Gone’, ‘The Last Summer of Cricket’.  Music, literature, memories, allusions and anecdotes all wrapped up in a brew of cricket’s noteworthy past and fearful future. 

So, failing inside, l have ventured out into the garden, onto the farm and away on the local lanes of Kent. The Big Farmland Bird Count was highlighted in that excellent monthly publication ‘South East Farmers’. Name the top five birds most commonly seen. Well, l have heard the cuckoo and l see birds darting amongst the fruit trees and hop gardens but have no time to identify them in my ‘l Spy Bird Book’ as they won’t stop to be examined. Have they a coloured bill? How forked is the tail? Is the bird six and a half inches or seven? Is there a buff eye stripe? Is there a buff eye stripe! I can’t possibly tell; it’s  gone in a flash. My admiration for Twitters and their eye sight has grown enormously. Despite my 7×50 Silrat Coated Optics binoculars, l remain ignorant to the variety of birdlife on offer but not so with the Top 5 in my garden. Number 1. Sparrows; lured by the brilliant, bulging Philadelphus Coronarious that offers shelter and food……and the very occasional swooping  sparrow hawk. Number 2. Blackbirds, plentiful. Number 3. Pigeons, settling on the hop poles nearby and sizing up my vegetable patch. Numbers 4 and 5 are the murdering magpies and the carnivorous crows.  Two birds that can strip a small garden of eggs and fledglings in no time. That self appointed High Priest of Bird Protection somehow has ordained that these birds are now sacrosanct. No shooting, no trapping. No wonder we never see any songbirds, they are all hiding from Chris Packham’s cut throat, protected pals. 

The crows and magpies do however offer the most spectacular displays as either singularly or in pairs they take on any buzzard flying close to their nest or hunting grounds. The ‘dog fights’ in the Kentish skies; 1940 all over again. Plucky, courageous aviators taking on the ‘big guy’. For some reason the buzzards never seem to retaliate however close the pesky magpies or crows may be. Pity, l rather hope to see a tumbling attacker floating down from on high. 

I have enjoyed taking to the lanes on my trusty two wheeled steed. Numbers of walkers and fellow cyclists has doubled and the speed of motor vehicles seems to have increased. Our high sided hedge rows make visibility difficult at times and yet never does one hear a car hooter. My father was a great hooter-user, not in the aggressive, vulgar manner of the streets of Naples but as a polite warning. I am a hooter-user when driving and l also have a rather fetching small, blue hooter on my bicycle handlebars in place of a bell. A sure way of informing fellow cyclists and meandering walkers of my presence. Cars are fitted with horns. Why are they so seldom used? 

For far too many years l was a paid up member of the teaching profession and l constantly considered the absurdity of the timing of the school calendar. Why does the academic year have to start in September? Answer: so that strapping youths and not so strapping youths could help bring in the harvest…..and possibly University dons could  mark papers and still find time to bask in the Continental sun. 

It makes no sense now not to start the teaching year in January. Four terms roughly spaced out as Term 1: 5th January-5th March, Term 2: 5th April-5th June, Term 3: 5th July-5th September, Term 4: 5th October-5th December with holiday and recreational activities in the months between and some tinkering on the way. No more lengthy summer holidays in one block, (mothers’ nightmare), better working exam conditions in winter months, chances to construct worthwhile activities during longer summer days in school, in clubs, in family life. Avoid ever increasing hay fever problems for exam taking teenagers, less exam pressures and temptations in summer days, opportunities for healthier out of school sports and hobbies without additional pressures keeping students in and away from the summer benefits. Good time to start this idea in January 2021. Offer a really broad series of unexamined courses from this September until Christmas. Encourage teachers to teach and inspire classes to learn of that which really interests and motivates the teachers, Dump the curriculum, open up creative, imaginative possibilities for three months and then start a new year with a new academic programme. 

Sadly no Minister of Education would dare activate such a scheme.
Universities can fall in line but if not then those leaving in December will be on work experience, travel programmes, social services initiatives and modern day ‘boot camps’ supervised by retired Army personnel and geared to encourage self awareness, pride in achievements, confidence, survival skills and team work. Alas, l bleat to deaf ears! 

I wonder if China has anything on these lines? I call this monster ‘Chinese Virus’ because that is what it is. Countries need to accept certain responsibilities. There was Spanish Flu, we have Japanese Knot weed, Danish pastries, Irish stew, Dutch courage, French letters…..so Chinese Virus. Incidentally back in 2011 in the earthquake called The Christchurch Earthquake, a natural disaster, over forty Chinese students tragically lost their lives. The Chinese Government did, l believe, demand compensation from New Zealand and l rather think the money was paid over as the milk products and timber needed a home. If that was the case then Xi and his boys have hefty compensation bills coming their way and the Chinese Virus was not a natural disaster, was it?

About Nigel Wheeler

About Nigel Wheeler

Nigel Wheeler was born into a hop and fruit growing Kentish family. He served as a schoolmaster in UK and New Zealand. He is a former magistrate and High Sheriff of Kent. He is an avid follower of sport, theatre and fine ale.

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