Archive for April, 2009

SLUGS

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

SLUGS - Safeguarding Levenshulme's Urban Greenspace Society

No, not the slippery, slimy little critters that ruined our plants last year.  But the ‘Safeguarding Levenshulme’s Urban Greenspace Society’ variety. Paradoxically these slugs (formally Secret Levenshulme Underground Gardeners) are on a mission to save Levenshulme’s green spaces.  They have recently applied for a license to turn the old  Chapel Street Community Centre space into a garden.

Want to get invovled?  This is how you can help:

  • Keep an eye on their community website at www.slugsociety.wetpaint.com for details of their next working day.
  • If you have any spare plants, please consider donating them.  In particular, cuttings of honeysuckle, clematus, virgnia creeper, roses and other climbers will be gratefully received.
  • If you have the time, you might want to put a group together to work on smaller projects such as setting up a herb garden.
  • If you have any experience in fund raising, get in touch!

Further details can be found at www.slugsociety.wetpaint.com

Those Pictures I Mentioned

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

You know those pictures I mentioned?  Well here they are.  At last.

Walk to Sandsend

Walk to Sandsend

That day we walked along the beach to Sandsend.  It was one of those days you only get at the seaside.  We were both slightly sunburned but it was cold at the same time.  And windy too.   You could see the wind gathering momentum.  The sand rippling as though emanating the sea.  Eyes firmly closed against its stinging force.  And the sound of it.  At times I wasn’t sure where the wind ended and the sea began.

Walk to Sandsend

At the end of the beach we were surprised to find an art gallery.

Turnstone Gallery

Sandsend Cafe

After a warming cup of tea we decided against the bus and walked back again along the beach.  The sun was getting lower in the sky and the sea crept slowly back up the beach, reclaiming sand and rock.

Whitby Beach

That night I opened the windows in the apartment to listen.  To the wind and sea.  That distant roar.