• But… Now Spring Is Here! (Sort Of)

    Ohhhhhh sweet Lord it’s been a long cold winter. My bones were so chilled that even typing was just too much. I’ve been away from the sight for months and months, feels weird trying to write again! I don’t think this is going to be a desperately long return! Probably just keep this one nice and short. How has your winter been? I was all for it at the start, and in the middle, but the tail end of the winter has dragged on and on and really eroded any good will I had to the season. Now it’s just been rainy and windy for what feels like months, and that is jut depressing! Things are fine up to Christmas, that’s why we have Christmas, so that we have something to look forward to in the Winter, a reason to keep going! When Christmas is over, and new years is done, and the glow  has worn off, slowly but surely everything turns to shit.

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    But, spring seems to be around the corner, even though the rain and the wind continues, so maybe things are on the up! Well, I’m back and I’m here again. Let’s hope the sun will follow my lead…


  • Winter Approaches!

    Well, here it comes! Winter, the slow approach of the colder months, the soft brutal months, the long hard months, the months that slip under your skin and keep you frosty, the months that sit heavily on your soul. The winter months. Cold, crisp and crucifying.

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    ‘Jesus, you’re gong to be cold aren’t you, its freezing out there!’ ‘Look, I don’t want to sound like an asshole, but I’m the magical son of god, I think I’ll be all right’

    I like winter. I love this time of year when the temperature suddenly falls and the air just becomes so crisp you can feel it settle on your skin when you walk out side. I love that feeling. When you pull your coat up around your ears and move off into the world. Every little step feels a little bigger and a little stronger in the cold. And I like that. It’s nice. Sun and all of that is lovely, I’m not one to poo poo sunshine and summertime. But those things are slowly moving from sight and into the rear view mirror. We can watch them go, but we aren’t getting them back. They’re not coming back. Ever. Until next year.

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    So that means its time to dress for winter! Especially when it comes to birding in the winter months. You WILL need: big woolly coats, warm gloves or even mittens! Furry bobble hats maybe? Big tough and warm winter boots, and a scarf. You’ve got to have a scarf. I’m sure you’ve got one of those.

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    A Scarf

    I think Birding can actually be more interesting in the winter you know, I love huddling around the camp fire for warmth and looking for the last birds of winter and the first birds of winters, and then doing the opposite a few months later.  It a nice and beautiful process. But just get ready! I can’t say it enough.


  • Porsche Coming To The Festival

    We’ve had some pretty interesting stands at the Festival before, but this year it’s looking like we’re going to have a few that really take the biscuit. We we’re really blown out of the water recently when a Porsche specialist asked if they could set up a stand with us. A Porsche specialist? That is someone (or, rather more likely a group of people’) who specialise in special parts and pieces for Porsche cars, they also sell vintage and unique Porsche cars. And they want to set up here! It is fully mental. Why do they want to set up here at our little birding festival? What if all the birds poo on them! Then what!

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    Oh wow! Sorry Guys!

    We’ve had  some pretty bizarre requests it must be said, there are some pretty kooky, crazy, mad and zany businesses out there. For instance…

    Prank Candles. 

      Someone once got in touch wanting to sell prank scented candles here once. These things looked just like normal scented candles and would claim to have standard scented candle smells like pine wood and summer fruits and WOULD smell like that for the first 40% of their burn time. The smell though would suddenly change after that to something quite foul like a ‘Skunk Ass’ or Dirty Fart’. They sell for about £10 a piece apparently.

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    That’s right! WTF Candles is their name

    The Sock-‘N’-Spare Sock Pairs

    This is a company that makes socks. Nothing particularly revolutionary about that, socks have been around a fair while. What was interesting about this particular sock company was that they new what most of our fear is when it comes to ordering or owning a pair of socks that we really like: Loosing one.

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    WHY!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

    So this sock company called Throx came up with the genius idea of selling socks in sets of three! That’s right! So when you loose one… you still have two! Hallelujah!

    So yeah, to summarise, there are some weird companies out there, I could go on, maybe I’ll tell you some more next week. Have a nice week!


  • Village Life

    Hi all! So we ran a poetry competition this week, and the winner was Malcom Tulbridge who lives up on the hill. 68 years old, this is a poem he actually performed for us whist his lovely wife Sandra played the drums. He was quite the performer. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed listening to it. It is apparently going to be recorded on his next album ‘MC MT: DEATH SURROUNDS.

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    Here you go!:

    Village Life.

    Village life is still a mystery to me,

    As a fool who was living in the city,

    I don’t know if it makes sense to be,

    Stuck in a small village community,

    Uh,

    I wonder if it makes you feel at home,

    When you stuck with a few are you less alone?

    When you don’t even have to pick up the phone?

    Because people just come knock your door on their own?

    Well,

    Do you want to give your self over?

    Because it is hard if you don’t know her,

    Or him but you just can’t neuter,

    The fact that they’ll always be here for ya,

     

    Yeah,

    Tell me, lord, is this true?

    That all ourselves belong to you?

    Because I feel I belong to me,

    Or maybe to my community.

    Uh,

    Tell me lord, is this wrong?

    That we are defined by what we’ve done?

    Is this what sends us to heaven or hell?

    Is it always the healthy that feel unwell?

    Ho,

    Hum, but I miss the humdrum,

    Rolling of the city through the London,

    Anonymous on the bus it can be so fun,

    To reinvent yourself and no one know what’s been done,

    Be,

    Cause, I don’t know about you, or about me,

    To be created sick and told to be healthy,

    To create the land and create the sea,

    That make it the waiting room for eternity,

    Where,

    Where will I spend this time?

    Where will  be for the rest of time?

    Where will I go when it comes my time?

    Is a life just the ticking just the passing of time?

    Yeah,

    Tell me, lord, is this true?

    That all ourselves belong to you?

    Because I feel I belong to me,

    Or maybe to my community.

    Uh,

    Tell me lord, is this wrong?

    That we are defined by what we’ve done?

    Is this what sends us to heaven or hell?

    Is it always the healthy that feel unwell?

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    Is it always?

    Is,

    Is it always?

    Uh,

    Is it always?

    Yeah.

    Yeah it is.

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    Is it always?

    Is,

    Is it always?

    Uh,

    Is it always?

    Yeah.

    Yeah it is.

     

    It was always thus and for eternity,

    It was always this and it was always nice,

    It was always this and it was always strife,

    And I was always here, with village…

    It was always thus and for eternity,

    It was always this and it was always nice,

    It was always this and it was always strife,

    And I was always here, with village life.


  • The Meaning of ‘Local’

    The antique fair that we run every year never fails to spawn a spiders web of stories. On the day itself it is anybodies guess what will happen and there are always tales of intrigue and fascination flying around. ‘Oh, Penny over at the vintage clocks stall isn’t at all happy with Janeane at the old timey time-pieces stand, apparently she’s been undercutting her by 20p all day!’. ‘Brian at the paintings of flowers stand is ready to strangle Peter over at the ‘Water colour interpretations of small trees’ stall, apparently there’s no such thing as small trees and  his interpretations of small trees look a lot like flowers!’. ‘Oh, Marjory, who hasn’t really got any reason to be here, and who no one really knows who she is, has taken her shoes of in the tea tent! Well, as you can imagine, Dorothy wasn’t having any of that, and promptly punched her in the face! Quite the hullubuloo’.

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    Hullubull-oonitic more like. But yeah, this sort of thing happens. The real controversy stirring up this year is whether we are going to allow some of the local franchise business have stalls as local businesses. There has been an absolute proliferation in franchises in and around the town over the past year since a franchise consultancy set up at last years festival. Now suddenly we have about 5 different franchise business with in the town. Now, these businesses are run by local people and staffed by local people, a lot of the money they generate stays in the community though wages and the like. Also, the people who work at these franchises want to be involved in their home towns great festival and that is great! Truly great. Of course as the organises of any event the goal is to have people wanting to participate and wanting to be involved. We started our festival 10 years ago next year and back then it was hard to fill all the stalls, now we actually have to make hard choices about who to give those stalls too!

    Local produce is harder and harder to come by these days, and being a local trader is harder and harder to do. We understand that the amount of franchises is a reaction to that, and many franchisees maybe would rather own their own business. But what makes Birding Bury Festival special is that it is all from and about Bury, and we have to keep it that way.

    So for now, I’m afraid, it”s a local business only festival.

    See you there!


  • Stalling on the Stalls

    There is no great triumph without great struggle. This is why struggles can be a blessing, because at least they give you a fleeting chance to know what you are capable off. What are you capable of? What are we capable of? What is Bury capable of? What can we do? Well, what is the highest goal of any village? Of any community? It is surely to provide the best life possible or its inhabitants. Part of that is rewarding the community through celebration.

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    This year I want us to really push the boat out and do something special for the village, for each other and for ourselves. Because we matter. We deserve to feel good and reward ourselves. We all know the absolute state of the clock tower in the village green, so completely destroyed by the weathers of time and of youth.

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    It is just no good, and not befitting of a village with such a fine festival and such a fine community. One of the problems with the clocks, even before they fell into disrepair, was that you could never see them at night. So I propose something a little radial: we replace these old clock with modern neon clocks! Neon clocks are not crazy and weird, and there are many neon clock producers who can work with custom designs for specific projects.

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    I think neon would add a really crazy touch to our little town, and that is great. We want to recognize our own uniqueness. Because we are unique. Because we are special and we are neon! If we want to be.

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    And we should want to be, there is no reason to hide, no reason to be scared, no reason to worry about doing something that may be different and, yes, may be outside of our traditions. But we have to embrace that, because it is fun and interesting.

    What do you think?


  • In Defense of The Small

    The Parable of the Good Man and Ambition

    And so it was one day that Jesus came to a small village in the dessert, and looked upon two brothers deep in discussion. Seeing Jesus, the younger brother recognized him, and entreated him to come into their humble home and see if he could assist in settling their discussion. Jesus agreed, entered their house, and listened to their problems.

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    As it transpired, the two brothers were engaged together in a family business where in they would make rugs from the local shepherds sheep wool. The rugs they made were very good, and they were making good trade in the village. Both brothers where very proud of this but one brother, the older, was determined that they should start doing weekly trips to the local towns market and sell there as well. The younger brother did not see any reason to expand. He said that they were living perfectly well within the community they were part off. He said he saw no reason to feel that they needed to be bigger than this community.

    The older brother was in complete disagreement. He could see no point in just being part of the village, of just supplying to the village. He felt that they were an irrelevance, tucked away here in the middle of nowhere, unknown to almost all of the world.

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    Jesus said unto them ‘The worth of you endeavours comes not from others, not from their scale or size, worth comes from you and from God. You must be able to allow value to be granted from within, from within yourself and through your own belief that God approves of what you have been doing. Here you are supplying a good service to good people, it is only anxiety that pushes you toward that village, an anxiety born of not being able to grant your value yourself. You are able to do this though, and God is here to help you’.

    The older brother listened and thought, and stepped out of the house seemingly unconvinced. Upon stepping outside however he saw a neighbour lounging on one of his rugs, a child keeping comfortable under another, and a local man approaching with saved money to purchase one in honour of his daughters wedding. In this moment he recognized the value in Jesus’s words, and vowed to be content with his place as a virtuous member of his small community.

    Bury may not be Warwick, or Coventry or even Rugby. But that does not matter. We know our value and it comes from us, from within. That is why we continue and that is why we are happy.