tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545857588529925482.post1305883166960956683..comments2023-10-26T12:16:51.307+01:00Comments on Pepys Motet: Hoop LaneBenjamin Tillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17131693431596716861noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545857588529925482.post-15983924053042694502011-07-26T14:07:33.951+01:002011-07-26T14:07:33.951+01:00how annoying about that car - I'm incensed on ...how annoying about that car - I'm incensed on your behalf too!Fionahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17175218061091840264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545857588529925482.post-82149059026588724782011-07-26T10:08:09.981+01:002011-07-26T10:08:09.981+01:00Straw burning was stopped for numerous reasons. It...Straw burning was stopped for numerous reasons. It was often dangerous if it got out of hand especially during the dry summers. It would spread to hedges and other fields resulting in a very overstretched fire service. Bits of burning straw were carried by the wind causing damage in homes if windows were open as well as leaving bits of black smut on ledges. But one of the main reasons it was banned was because of the smoke pollution damaging the air quality. (I think it was an EEC ruling). The farmers would burn the straw because the soot would do the soil good and also kill off diseases. You stop one practise and create other environmentally unfriendly alternatives because the farmer probably adds more fertiliser and sprays. Our family bale the straw and we believe the stubble left rots down and provides nutrients to the soil.The Twell'shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11570704385551049952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545857588529925482.post-69928470526879803272011-07-26T00:05:16.076+01:002011-07-26T00:05:16.076+01:00Some years ago, my parents and I were travelling t...Some years ago, my parents and I were travelling to my Aunt's & Uncle's in Bilton near Rugby. The route was rural via Spratton. A field was alight to our left. As my Father hit the accelerator pedal, so the flames reached the edge of the field and when I turned round, they had spread over the road we had just driven on. Not a nice memory!Sandra Clipstonenoreply@blogger.com