July 21, 2019

Synolda restoration

Villagers may be interested to know that ‘Synolda’, the 15 inch gauge steam locomotive which ran in the grounds of Sand Hutton Hall in 1912, is in a weak and fragile state! Having run on the Ravenglass Railway since 1980, she now needs careful restoration work over the next three years. More information about this popular engine, which made a re-appearance at Sand Hutton School in 2012, can be found at the link https://www.justgiving.com/campaign/ravenglasssynoldaaappeal
Posted on behalf of Sand Hutton and Claxton Heritage Group

Glasses Found

As some of you know we had our son Rupert’s Christening on Sunday the 3rd of March. During this event and possibly in the Church an elderly relative of mine managed to acquire an additional pair of glasses that look to belong to someone else.

If you have lost some glasses at the church please let me know and I will try and reunite you!

Kind Regards

Miles Pote

Knit & Natter Group

Knit & Natter or just a cuppa and chatter?
We meet on the 1st Monday of each month in the Village Hall 10.00 am to 12 noon. New friends are always welcome to join us, with or without knitting. Just drop in for a cuppa or contact Rachel. rachel@no1claxton.f9.co.uk

Bags 2 School collection Sunday 18th March

Please help us raise funds for our village school, Sand Hutton CE Primary School, by doing some recycling! Please fill a bag with any unwanted clothing, shoes, hats, belts, ties and soft toys. No bric-a-brac, bedding, curtains, towels or uniform/ workwear please. It is a great excuse for a spring clear out.
Any bag can be used and there will be a door step collection in both Claxton and Sand Hutton this Sunday afternoon (18th) – just leave your bag visible eg at end of drive. Otherwise, bags can be left on the school playground before 9am on Monday 19th March.
Thank you for your support – your donated clothes and shoes will be turned into funds for school projects such as sports equipment, trips, musical instruments and much more.

Sand Hutton Lane

Dear All

I have lived / worked in Sand Hutton for over 40 years and never seen the lane from the A64 to the village in such poor condition.

The lane was never designed to take the volume of traffic or size of vehicles that now tackle it daily.
Large commercial vehicles and ever larger tractors / trailers don’t feel the need to slow for oncoming traffic – they just pull onto the verge, depositing most of it across the road. They have such large wheels they don’t even notice, or care.

The road is simply too narrow to cope with the size and quantity of modern vehicles now using it.
It urgently needs widening and re-surfacing before either there’s a nasty accident or we have to dig our way out.

In order to get any attention from the council, I’m urging all residents of Sand Hutton and Claxton to visit the Highways Agency website and complete a complaint form at https://www.ryedale.gov.uk/report-highways-fault.html
It’s easy and quick to do, but needs many of us to complain before they even take a look..

All support will be much appreciated.

Kind regards

David Black
Woodside Farm, Sand Hutton

Pet sitter

Looking for a dog sitter who is happy to open their home to a two year old male Labrador.

Fully house trained with a love for tennis balls.

Looking for someone who is happy to have him all day.

Please let me know if you would be interested

Alice

Caroline’s Garden Diaries 4 March 2017: Grand Designs

Another bonus of being in Sydney in late summer is that Magnolia grandiflora are just coming into flower and I get to walk past them every day. They’re beautiful, but they’re also giving me a lesson in botany. I’ve been able to see what goes on within the flowers because the trees down our street are only adolescent, sexually mature but not so tall that I can’t see the flowers. Feels a bit rude really, but my attention was drawn to them by seeing a wasp (bee? I don’t know Aussie insects) fumbling around in a pile of stamens, while in another flower, a similar bee/wasp was undressing the female part of the flower by tearing off the stamens (well, flowers are about sex).

“Grandiflora”, yes, but we can’t really call them “grand design”; they’re the product of the marvellous Darwinian process of natural selection. Magnolias are particularly interesting in evolution because they are one of the first plants to develop flowers as a way to persuade beetles to visit (bees came on the scene later) and help them with the difficult business of getting pollen to the female parts, and thus to accomplish fertilization. This enormous scented flower signalled to the beetle that here was pollen to eat (no nectar yet, other flowers worked that one out); the beetle who was itself evolving and needing a way to make a living, came, scrabbled around in the stamens, and bumped into the female structures – and the rest is history.

A brilliant consequence of evolving flowers to please insects is that we humans are seduced too; to quote from a book I’ve just bought “those who are forming gardens should always give magnolias their first consideration when planting”. What a grand design on the part of magnolias, to plan for 90 million years ahead! Take that, Kevin.

Caroline’s Garden Diaries: 1 February 2017: Handkerchiefs waving

I was showing a visitor round Ray Wood the other day, to see the beautiful witchhazels in flower. A lovely experience; they’re so tall, you can walk under them, and you’re surrounded by their flowering branches, and their exquisite smell. But round the corner and up the hill, there was an even more exciting thing – Davidia, the handkerchief tree, was laden with fruit. I had noticed last summer that it had been covered with flowery handkerchiefs, and now here was the outcome – they’d waved goodbye and turned into plums.

Strangely, I now have three Davidia fruits sitting by the sink – dull brown lumps, but they say so much. I’ve already told you about the plant-hunter, Ernest Wilson (“Chinese Wilson”) and how he brought back seeds of Davidia; he had a truly dreadful trip to find this tree he’d been instructed to visit but when he got there, it had been cut down a few days earlier. Later he found some more, and all was well; indeed, several thousand Davidia seedlings were produced by the nursery that sent him.

I often try to imagine what it might have been like to be Wilson finding the tree that became his favourite (mine too) and it makes the fruit sitting on my sink so special. They’re here because of him, and so they carry in them such a story (not only the grim details of finding more trees, but then waiting out there for them to produce fruit, climbing to collect them etc etc). Not only that, these fruits on my sink carry another challenge for me – how do I get the seeds to germinate?
And of course, they carry the potential to be trees, 50 foot high or more. If I succeed, they’ll be covered in pocket-handkerchiefs waving hello.

Parish Council

The next Parish Council meeting is on Tuesday 13 December 2016 and the agenda is available on this website.

Caroline’s Garden Diaries 21.11.2016: All the Leaves are Brown ….

And yellow, orange, red, lime, purple, golden, rusty, fiery –making a gorgeous picture, so, no, I’m not dreamin’ of California. I want to be here, in England in November – it’s so beautiful and has been for weeks! Best autumn ever, I think. It’s true, Mamas and Papas, the sky is grey at this very moment and it’s raining, (which is why I’m at my desk) but even in the rain, the leaves are glowing. And there have been amazing effects with black skies for the trees to display against in their glory.

One reason we don’t have to dream of being in America to see autumn colours is that some of our most brightest trees were brought here from America by English landowners rich enough to have their dreams fulfilled. Red oak, red maple, tulip tree, tupelo, liquidambar are all introductions with the most fabulous reds and buttery leaves. And when you see the red maple called “October Glory” at the Yorkshire Arboretum, you can really understand about “painting the landscape” that the posh estates were doing.

America gave us the colours but we gave them the word. “Fall” would have been used by the Pilgrim Fathers when they sailed across the ocean, and it was only later the English converted to the French word “automne” for the fall of the year. Maybe with Brexit and Trump, we go back to Fall…….it is a useful word, a reminder of the downside to all the glory, that leaves are busy changing colour so they can fall down, leave their parents in peace and turn into a sludgy mess.

But it’s OK; when all the leaves are down, the English countryside will look beautiful in another way – bare trees on a frosty winter’s morning.