Festive Bin Collections

Here’s SNC’s Press Release detailing what’s happening with bin collections during the Christmas and New Year period:

Residents are advised to make note of changes to South Northamptonshire Council’s (SNC) bin collections over the festive period.

Collections due on Christmas Day, Friday, 25 December will be brought forward to Monday, 21 December.

Collections due on New Year’ Day, Friday, 1 January 2016, will be brought forward to Monday 28 December.

All green garden waste bins will be suspended for two weeks, over the public holidays.

However in the New Year, residents can put their real Christmas trees out for collection next to the green bin. Making sure they have no decorations on, and are cut in half if bigger than the bin.

Councillor Dermot Bambridge, SNC’s portfolio holder for environmental services said: “The collections in the New Year tend to be the largest of the year and delaying those collections due on the public holidays would have just added to the already high work load and may have impacted the quality of the service.

“Bringing them forward clears residents waste before the festive period and steadies the busy schedule for waste collections.

“We also find that gardeners give themselves a break to enjoy the festive period, so there’s little need for the green bin collections.”

The bin collection calendar will once again be included in the winter edition of SNC Review, the Council’s quarterly magazine to residents which is currently being delivered to every home in the district.
Alternatively, visit http://www.southnorthants.gov.uk/wasteandrecycling.htm to view the waste and recycling calendar now.

 

Sports & Recreation

A.S.R.A.  NEWS

Park Club Draw
Our collectors will be out in the New Year collecting for the Park Club Draw.
For those of you who are new to the village this is a monthly draw (£12 paid in January gets you an entry every month). Half the proceeds are paid back in prizes (currently £80) and half goes to the upkeep of the sports pavilion and grounds. If you have any questions or would like to know who your collector is please call me on 810019.

 Our winners this year so far:
January            Kay & Andy Anderson                    February   N.Stacey, College Fields
March              N.Gallagher, College Fields            April         J.Ashbrook, Portway Gdns
May                  I.Wilson, Butts Close                       June          V & P Tustain, Butts Close
July                  A.Richardson, The Butts                 August      D.Middleton, Raincliffe Cl.
September      T & M.Greenhill, The Butts            October    P.Clark, Cartwright Gardens
November        P.Clark, Cartwright Grds who kindly returned the cheque and asked for the money to go towards the                             tennis court maintenance – Thanks Pippa!  And…yes they did shake the bag!!!

Numbers are drawn at the Parish Council meeting on the 1st Monday of every month.

If you are stumped for a Christmas gift for someone, get in touch and we’ll make them a voucher for a draw number.                                             KAY

Recorded Music Society: November Meeting

ARMS (Aynho Recorded Music Society)

The 4th of November was a very special birthday for Margaret Taylor. It was the penultimate one to getting a telegram from “you know who”.   Ian helped in no small measure with the celebrations, presenting a cascade of musical items. These ranged from Berlioz, Mozart, Bach, Puccini and Chopin to Rachmaninov, Saint-Saens and Hayden. An impeccable presentation with many delightful, yet relatively unknown pieces. Thank you Ian for a splendid programme.

Douglas will be presenting the December session on Wednesday 2nd with mince pies.     Visitors welcome.

Contact: Bob Mann 810264

Plant of the Month: The Poinsettia

The poinsettia belongs to the Euphorbia family and is, in fact, a small shrub or tree which was once thought of as a weed.   It is a native of Southern Mexico where it can grow to 10 – 15 feet in height and has leaves that are 6 to 8 inches across.  The red leaves are not flowers but bracts and are produced to attract insects to the tiny flowers around which they grow. From the 14th to the 16th centuries the Aztecs used the sap to help control fevers and the leaves to make a reddish/purple fabric dye for clothing.  Joel Roberts Poinsett, botanist, physician and the first United States Ambassador to Mexico discovered the plant in 1828 sending cuttings back to his plantation in South Carolina and Poinsettia Day is still celebrated in the USA to mark the anniversary of his death. There are many names for the poinsettia and legends.  The Aztecs called the poinsettia ‘Love Stars’ because they thought the bracts were coloured by drops of blood from an Aztec goddess who died of a broken heart.  In Mexico and Guatemala, legend says that a poor girl called Pepita had no gift for the baby Jesus at the Christmas Eve service so picked some weeds growing at the side of the road.  She put them by the nativity scene in the Chapel and immediately they turned into bright red flowers.  This was thought of as a miracle and the flowers became known as the ‘Flowers of the Holy Night’.   Other names include the lobster flower, flame-leaf flower and in Spain the Easter Flower.

Did You Know?

  • The poinsettia didn’t arrive in the UK until the late 1800s.
  • Although it is not poisonous if eaten, it can cause mild nausea or vomiting not only in humans but in pets as well.
  • People with a latex allergy may suffer an allergic reaction to the sap.
  • There are over a 100 varieties of poinsettias now, but red is still the most popular.

WI: November 2015 Meeting

November’s meeting was one with a difference.   Instead of just a talk we had a demonstration as well.  Malcolm Hill, a wood turner from Northamptonshire, brought along his equipment and we watched him create a vase, a pear and a spinning top which spun beautifully.  As he worked he explained how he started, what he was doing and why.  June was so taken with it all that she was allowed to have a go herself (with a guiding hand from Malcolm).  Afterwards there was a draw and 3 lucky ladies won the pieces we had watched him make.  Fortunately the rest of the group did not have to go home empty handed as he had brought along a wide variety of objects he had made which we could buy at very reasonable prices – very useful in the run up to Christmas.  A most interesting and enjoyable evening.

Aynho Long Walk 19th November 2015

The rain came earlier than most of us expected but it was light and there was no strong wind so the eleven of us set out along Charlton Road and took the path through to Rainsborough Camp. We walked round the back of the camp and down to a field full of sheep. They seemed more curious than worried, but finally decided to play safe and trot away to the lower end of the field. Across the Charlton Road at Camp Farm the track was full of puddles and sticky mud, but no one slipped over and we soon reached the minor road which we followed down to the pony stables. From there we crossed the fields to Croughton, walked down past the School and crossed to a track that led us by means of two stiles to Croughton churchyard. The church is having serious work done to the walls judging by the mass of scaffolding along its side. We took the path through to Mill Lane, crossed the fast flowing ford and took the path via Warren Farm fields and woods into Upper Aynho Grounds.  A heron took off in front of us no doubt inspecting the lakes.  We climbed up to the Great Barn and then out to the B4100 and onto Portway path. We were all rather wet so sat inside the pavilion for our refreshments before going home to dry out.

The Knee, by Sheila Johnson

‘We really can’t do any more for you. I think you should go back to see your specialist. I’ll write to your doctor to that effect.’ These were really not the words I wanted to hear from the physiotherapist I had started seeing in January, five months earlier. The thought of some surgeon tampering with my knee, or even cutting my leg in half, made me quiver. Still I didn’t worry; it would take months, if not years for my knee to progress through the system. After three days my doctor rang to discuss where I wanted to go and who I wanted to see. I chose an Oxford specialist I had seen years previously. That will do it I thought. He will have retired; there will be a long wait to find someone else. Then I would go on his list etc, etc. My knee would be safe for at least two more years. Two weeks later I had an appointment on 30th June with my chosen specialist.

I presented myself in Oxford at the appointed time. My knee was inspected and declared perfect for an Oxford unicompartmental replacement or half knee. However my X-rays had not arrived from my GP. Mr Gundle would get hold of them and confirm his diagnosis. Good I thought another delay. Wrong.

I had a pre-op appointment for 7th August. 7 am on Monday the 17th August and I was being processed through the admissions procedure. I had not had anything to eat or drink since midnight; I had washed my body and hair in gooey pink disinfectant and put cream up my nose. When the doctor, clerking me in, dropped his pen I just knew he would be operating.

‘My knee doesn’t hurt anymore.’ I told my husband Steve.

‘You’re staying,’ he said.

I didn’t dream up the miserable anaesthetist, but the array of power tools, topped with circular saws hanging on a rack, as I went into theatre? Awake or asleep, I was shaking. Then I was awake. Does your leg feel heavy if it’s been cut off I wondered?

‘Keep the oxygen mask on,’ I was told. I closed my eyes. Gradually I was able to keep my eyes open and speak.

‘I need a sick bowl.’

There were four of us in the room, three hips and one knee. They clicked merrily on their morphine pumps. I had an injection to stop the morphine induced sickness Paracetamol for me! As we laughed later I was told I had easily won the sickness competition. What an honour! More worrying was my leg. My feet had definitely lost their blood supply, and my knee felt like a joint of pork before you roast it. The nurses showed no concern; this must be normal?

The Best Thing I’ve Ever Done by Fiona Gow

One of the best things I have done was answer “Yes” to a question I was asked in 1961. I was moving to a new school and during my interview with the Headmistress, she asked if I would like to learn Greek for O Level. This was well before the days when pupils get glossy booklets to help them choose their subjects, so this was not an informed choice. But I loved the stories about Greek heroes like Odysseus and Theseus and I wanted to go to the school, so “yes” seemed the best answer.

What I hadn’t been told was that Ancient Greek wasn’t that easy, and that I would be the only pupil, with no chance of escaping the teacher’s attention. People think Greek is hard because the alphabet is different, but a lot of the letters are the same or similar and learning the alphabet is the easy bit. But I beavered away and passed O Level and found myself continuing for A Level, mainly because the Classics staff wanted someone to teach. The grammar got harder and I struggled but I was saved by Mr Franklin, who was that rare combination of knowledgeable scholar and inspiring teacher. When I got stuck he never told me the answer, but guided me to it by skilful questioning. And when Achilles chased Hector round the walls of Troy in the Iliad, he helped me to see that beyond the tricky verbs and vocabulary, was great literature. Thanks to him, and to my considerable surprise, I got a place at university to study Classics, and equally important, I had started learning to think problems out for myself.

Greek at university wasn’t as much fun as it would be these days. We had to read a lot with little time for appreciation. But it laid an excellent foundation to build on and I really began to enjoy the Greeks and their literature when I started teaching. The university syllabus had been academic in approach; school syllabuses aim to keep the pupils’ interest and link up with life. So I introduced the First Years to Greek gods and goddesses (“If she is wearing a helmet and carrying an owl, it’s Athene, goddess of wisdom”) or I guided GCSE students to find out about the lives of ancient Greek women by looking at the pictures on Greek vases, with all those spindles and looms giving big clues about how the women spent their time. With the Sixth Form I read the tragedy of Antigone and we discussed whether she was justified in disobeying the law. There are many worse ways to earn your money!

Ancient Greek has an important descendant, New Testament Greek. In fact it is the same language, a few centuries later. It is generally simpler, so you can read some of the New Testament after two or three terms, as I have found when teaching adults. And soon they realise that no translation can on its own bring out the full sense – a word may have two different meanings and the translators have to choose one, eg when Jesus knew that Lazarus was dead was he “angry”, or was he “deeply moved”? You get an extra dimension to reading the Bible if you can look at the Greek original.

There is another, more distant descendant, Modern Greek. Pronunciation has changed, but there are lots of similarities as I discovered when I went to Greece for my gap year. I stayed with a Greek family, and got acquainted with the language, the food – oh, those cream pies! – , Greek temples and the lively and hospitable Greek people. In one of my letters to my mother I wrote on the last line of a page “I have fallen in love”. She told me later how she turned over the page in fear and trembling as she contemplated the implications of a Greek son-in-law for her 17 year old daughter. To her immense relief she found I had fallen in love “with Greece”. Decades later I love it still. When I answered “Yes” to the Headmistress’ question, it was definitely one of the best things I’ve ever done.

 

Aynho Long Walk 12th November 2015

We welcomed Martine who joined us for the first time and brought today’s walkers to eighteen.  We tried a new route combining stretches of our regular walks. First we crossed the field next to the pavilion to emerge on second crossing.  The weather was clear and sunny for most of the walk as we reached the Charlton Road and then Rainsborough camp. We overtook the medium walkers on the way but did not get too mixed up. From there we took the diagonal path down to Lower Walton Grounds, cut across behind the farm buildings and continued along the cherry tree lane to the lay-by on the B4100.  We stopped briefly for everyone to catch up and catch breath, but had to move for a dumper truck  from the Blacksmiths Hill road works to deposit his load.  We crossed to the bridleway up to Station Road and crossed again into Millers Lane.  From there we avoided the ford but took the little used path along the stone wall, crossed the mill stream by the footbridge and climbed up to the track and on into Souldern. By this time the weather was changing, but we crossed the fields to the Portway path before the clouds had completely taken over. It was still mild enough to sit outside for our coffee and cake at the pavilion. we had covered 6.5 miles in just over two hours.