UPPER NIDDERDALE

Jan Robinson 01423 755233

januptdale@tiscali.co.uk

Ramsgill Clay Pigeon Shoot: will take place this year on Saturday, June 1 at Smithfield Farm, Middlesmoor at noon (last entries 2pm). The cost of the shoot is £3 for adults, £2 for juniors and £5 for membership. Although locals only are eligible for certain trophies, visitors are very welcome to enter and have the chance to win the Open Pool Shoot (£25 prize), Les Ashby Open trophy and the Open Ladies trophy, for which both under & over/side-by-side guns are permitted (no plastic wads allowed). However the use of side-by-side guns only are permitted for local trophies, which are: Ramsgill Challenge trophy - open to residents of Stonebeck Up, Stonebeck Down, Fountain’s Earth, High Bishopside and Bewerley; Geoff Ward Memorial Trophy - open to residents of Stonebeck Up, Stonebeck Down and Fountain’s Earth; Ramsgill Open Challenge cup - awarded to the highest scoring junior member (under 17 on June 1); Ashby & Heaton cup, Sportsman’s Arms trophy, Crown Middlesmoor shield and Stuart Cannon trophy. Hot food will be available.

Friends of Lofthouse School: next meeting will take place at 7.30pm on Monday, May 20 at the Crown Inn, Lofthouse. All members and non-members welcome.

Coming Home: is a touching poem written by Neville Fox regarding Boggle Dyke barn. Owner, Angus Gosman, has kindly agreed to sharing it with us all:

Near a hamlet known as Bouthwaite, in the county of the Tyke,

Stands an ancient rustic cottage by the name of Boggle Dyke;

Close beside it there’s a meadow where a roofless barn survives,

Which has watched and seen the passing of so many human lives.

Though the wooden door is no more, yet it’s solid frame still stands,

It was carved from local gritstone by a pair of Yorkshire hands;

So he set that sturdy lintel on the uprights overhead,

Then with love he carved initials, many folk since then have read.

‘W’ the central figure, to the left he carved a ‘G,’

On the far side his sharp chisel brought to life the letter ‘E,’

Then the year was not forgotten - eighteen hundred plus a one,

So this dales barn was completed by a long forgotten son.

Godfrey Watson and wife Elspeth, silver wedding that same year,

And the old barn tells the story, their initials are still clear;

Did he tell her ‘neath that lintel which they stood and gazed upon,

‘We have been wed five-and-twenty, this will tell folk when we’re gone.’

Weather-beaten stones in churchyards, wind and rain may well impair,

Yet upon the old barn’s lintel deeply cut with love and care,

We can still read Godfrey’s carving, and perhaps to wife, he said,

‘This will be here for remembrance in the untold years ahead.’

Ten score years the barn saw service, yes two hundred years have flown,

Good years mingled with the bad years - both, the Boggle barn has known;

Now when springtime comes to Bouthwaite, when the winter’s laid to rest,

There’s a pair of oyster-catchers come to this old barn to nest.

Mates for life, they keep returning, young to hatch and feed each day,

Just above that same old lintel, Godfrey’s chisel chipped away;

Ah! but now there comes the question that my mind cannot shake free,

And perhaps there’s someone, somewhere who can answer this, for me!

We come back to earth, some folk say, others think that’s quite absurd,

That we have another life here as an animal or bird;

And the idea that it’s nonsense I was once inclined to like,

That’s before I knew the old barn which still stands at Boggle Dyke.

My belief perhaps was shaken by this oyster-catcher pair

How they come back in the springtime and a love of Bouthwaite share;

Is it possible, I’m thinking, this is Godfrey and his wife

Who return each year to Boggle where they spent their former life?