Serlby

 

Sign at Scrooby Top

Sunny weather was predicted for Friday and that forecast came true. I should have set out earlier but as the old saying goes - better late than never. It was 1pm when Clint touched down in the tiny estate village of Serlby in North Nottinghamshire. Of course, night comes much earlier nowadays - more so since we in Britain put our clocks back last Sunday. I knew that by five o'clock it would be dark.

I had planned a circular walk and printed off the requisite map. I guessed that it would take me around three hours and so it came to pass. If felt so good to put one foot in front of the other once again, moving gradually over the landscape.

By 4pm I was drinking hot coffee from a flask with Clint's tailgate lifted. I had seen many things in the afternoon, marched like a soldier and taken fifty six pictures. At one point two snarling Alsatian dogs bounced down to the bottom of their long garden to greet me with their raucous barking. They were not saying  a friendly "Hello". Thank heavens there was wire netting between us.

I saw an oak tree on Moor Lane, a bungalow by The Great North Road in Ranskill, a cat and a pig at Scrooby Top Farm, sunshine piercing the trees on the path that runs by Black Cat Plantation and one of the old  gatehouses connected with Serlby Hall's estate...

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Love

 For the love 

Of Christ

Warm my bones

Soothe my soul

And grant forgiveness

To your children

Who struggle 

To give it

To themselves

Any prayer requests?

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Girly Lights

“ Have you any spare fairy lights? “  

The question came from the hospice social worker, a straight talking Irish woman with a ribald sense of humour

You look the sort” she added 

I was taken aback, somewhat as my day had not stopped and had revolved around constant visits to the drug room for the double checking of large amounts of morphine, and sedation and controlled drugs of all types.

Fairy lights was a new one on me.

“I may have some at home “ I told her

“ Girly ones?” the social worker asked hopefully 

“Well I think they may be Girly enough!” I said “ will pink flamingos do?” 

“Perfect “ she purred.

The social worker had been talking to one of my patients who wanted her best friends to come in to the hospice for a girly night “ in” 

The girly night is planned for tomorrow when I am on duty and the social worker wanted to set the scene well.

“Fairy lights mean girly night to me” the social worker explained 

“ what about the Prosecco ? “ I asked 

A support worker overheard the conversation and chipped in

“Several bottles already brought in by relatives, they are in the kitchen all labelled” she said 

Hospices do these sort of requests well.

We are especially good at organising last minute weddings too, thanks mainly to a local registrars office that will pull the stops out for such requests.

This morning I couldn’t find any flamingoes at home.

Indeed there wasn’t a set of fairly lights to be seen anywhere. 

I must have had a Scrooge moment and had thrown them all out a year or two ago

Not even a beak left. 

I bought a set of lights this morning to take in to work tomorrow.

Operation Girly night is go! 

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