Friday, 14 September 2007
The Gamekeeper
jeff
one for caught by the river - rare ken loach film at bfi tonight
The Gamekeeper
Very rarely seen on the big screen, this TV film from a script by Barry Hines (Kes) chronicles a year in the life of a gamekeeper working on an aristocrat's estate in the north of England. Exploring his relationships with his boss, his family, his dog and the land itself, the film is a supremely subtle, deftly ironic study in conflicting allegiances.
ATV 1980 Dir Ken Loach
With Phil Askham, Rita May. 80min
Part of Ken Loach
Fri 14 Sep
6.30PM
NFT1
Tickets £8.60, £6.25 (BFI Members pay £1 less).
Buy tickets
one for caught by the river - rare ken loach film at bfi tonight
The Gamekeeper
Very rarely seen on the big screen, this TV film from a script by Barry Hines (Kes) chronicles a year in the life of a gamekeeper working on an aristocrat's estate in the north of England. Exploring his relationships with his boss, his family, his dog and the land itself, the film is a supremely subtle, deftly ironic study in conflicting allegiances.
ATV 1980 Dir Ken Loach
With Phil Askham, Rita May. 80min
Part of Ken Loach
Fri 14 Sep
6.30PM
NFT1
Tickets £8.60, £6.25 (BFI Members pay £1 less).
Buy tickets
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
Edwyn Collins
"In February 2005 Edwyn Collins had a stroke.
This is the story of his battle to walk, talk, read, write and play his music once more."
See "To Fish The Burns" below. The guy is very special.
Sunday, 9 September 2007
Abbots Bromley Horn Dance
Monday 10th September
Abbots Bromley Horn Dance, Abbots Bromley, Staffordshire
Suggested aural accompaniment, Euros Childs new record, "The Miracle".
"This could be ‘the oldest surviving ceremony in Britain’, according to Charles Kightly... The ceremony takes place... on Wakes Monday, the old village feast day... After a blessing by the vicar in St Nicholas’s Church... The six Deer Men, a Man-Woman... a Hobby Horse with snapping jaws, a Bowman... and a Fool are accompanied by a boy with a triangle and a melodeon player... Over and over again a simple dance is performed around the parish - a perambulation of about ten miles."
From 'Abbots Bromley Horn Dance', p.3-4 of 'England in Particular'
Abbots Bromley site - tells you about the five village pubs
And for more brilliant (and bonkers) stuff happening this month...
Abbots Bromley Horn Dance, Abbots Bromley, Staffordshire
Suggested aural accompaniment, Euros Childs new record, "The Miracle".
"This could be ‘the oldest surviving ceremony in Britain’, according to Charles Kightly... The ceremony takes place... on Wakes Monday, the old village feast day... After a blessing by the vicar in St Nicholas’s Church... The six Deer Men, a Man-Woman... a Hobby Horse with snapping jaws, a Bowman... and a Fool are accompanied by a boy with a triangle and a melodeon player... Over and over again a simple dance is performed around the parish - a perambulation of about ten miles."
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
To Fish The Burns.
My grandfather was a good fisherman. A good poacher. I suppose my
grandfather taught me. To fish the burns. Brown trout. 10 or 12
inches say, wee things. Golden and brown in colour, red spots. First
of all, the burns. They are slippery places. The water is fast
moving. You better watch out. You kind of move along the water's
edge. Quickly. You carefully drop the line in, feed it out and wait.
Three minutes tops. You've got a fish? Good. If not, move on. Once I
got a salmon! I was fifteen. That was at Langwell Water. I was
pleased, as you can imagine. The places I fished. Ousdale Burn, on
the north east edge of Sutherland, Kilpheddir Burn, in the Strath of
Kildonan, the Craggie, up Glen Loth. All rough stuff. My bait? Worms.
Not any more, since my stroke. I'll cast from a rowing boat, on the
lochs. That's easy. Not like the burns.
Edwyn Collins
The River Helmsdale at Suisgill in autumn
Edwyn's grandfather taught me to fish too on my first visit to
Helmsdale in 1985. Not on the Helmsdale of course, that's for the
super toffs. Prince Charles comes up most years. Although his
grandfather was an expert salmon fisher himself, he preferred the
burns that come tumbling down the craggy hillsides and down in to the
river. Rough stuff indeed. I spend more time on my arse in the burns
than anything else. Edwyn's description is perfect. It's not proper
fishing. It's a bit mental really. It's just rocks and really steep
sides and getting your hook snagged in the gorse and the alders and
getting eaten alive by the midges. The trout taste great though. I'm
better at getting them than Edwyn because I have more patience and
also obey the grandfather rules to the letter.
One day when he was little Edwyn and his sister were walking up the
Strath with their grandpa and an old tweedy toff was fishing the
river with his ghillie. He's got a salmon on the line and grandpa's
going "Oh dear he's an old man. He's struggling, look. He's too old,
you see. He's handing it over....." and on and on. They run into him
later on and he says to grandpa, "I did so enjoy your running
commentary. Would you care for a fish?" And proceeds to show off his
enormous haul in the back of the car!
Grace M
grandfather taught me. To fish the burns. Brown trout. 10 or 12
inches say, wee things. Golden and brown in colour, red spots. First
of all, the burns. They are slippery places. The water is fast
moving. You better watch out. You kind of move along the water's
edge. Quickly. You carefully drop the line in, feed it out and wait.
Three minutes tops. You've got a fish? Good. If not, move on. Once I
got a salmon! I was fifteen. That was at Langwell Water. I was
pleased, as you can imagine. The places I fished. Ousdale Burn, on
the north east edge of Sutherland, Kilpheddir Burn, in the Strath of
Kildonan, the Craggie, up Glen Loth. All rough stuff. My bait? Worms.
Not any more, since my stroke. I'll cast from a rowing boat, on the
lochs. That's easy. Not like the burns.
Edwyn Collins
The River Helmsdale at Suisgill in autumn
Edwyn's grandfather taught me to fish too on my first visit to
Helmsdale in 1985. Not on the Helmsdale of course, that's for the
super toffs. Prince Charles comes up most years. Although his
grandfather was an expert salmon fisher himself, he preferred the
burns that come tumbling down the craggy hillsides and down in to the
river. Rough stuff indeed. I spend more time on my arse in the burns
than anything else. Edwyn's description is perfect. It's not proper
fishing. It's a bit mental really. It's just rocks and really steep
sides and getting your hook snagged in the gorse and the alders and
getting eaten alive by the midges. The trout taste great though. I'm
better at getting them than Edwyn because I have more patience and
also obey the grandfather rules to the letter.
One day when he was little Edwyn and his sister were walking up the
Strath with their grandpa and an old tweedy toff was fishing the
river with his ghillie. He's got a salmon on the line and grandpa's
going "Oh dear he's an old man. He's struggling, look. He's too old,
you see. He's handing it over....." and on and on. They run into him
later on and he says to grandpa, "I did so enjoy your running
commentary. Would you care for a fish?" And proceeds to show off his
enormous haul in the back of the car!
Grace M
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
Saturday, 1 September 2007
surf, sand, sky, Leach, Hepworth, Nicholson, smeaton's, sloop and the St Ives Freshwater Angling Society
Me and the family just back from Summer holidays in St Ives. We regularly go to Cornwall and I always try and get a few days fishing in. My Brother comes down from Plymouth and we set about finding a good place to go. It isn’t easy. I guess coarse fishing isn’t that popular when you live so close to the sea. There are lakes, one or two really well known and popular, but they are big commercials and not my bag.
Had a result with this place this year. Didn’t actually catch much (though two Roach at just over the pound mark were fine with me), the weather conditions were against us (honest, freaky gale force winds all day) but total delight to fish. One of the most beautiful spots I’ve ever fished.
It’s just outside of a village called Georgia, near Nancledra, five miles west of St Ives. Out in the wilds, amidst the ruins of tin mines. It’s an old china clay pit which was discovered on a farm, fifteen years ago, by a couple of conservationist anglers.
They had a word with the farmer and took on the lakes (only one is for fishing, though the other is full of monster Bream apparently), stocking them with Carp, Perch, Roach, Rudd, Bream & Eels.
The place is astoundingly beautiful (“you should see the rhododendrons in Spring”) and absolutely quiet. Total peace.
It’s looked after by a great fella called Jim, who moved down to St Ives (from London) in the 60’s , as did my brother and a lot of hipsters looking for their own California. Jim stayed and this place has been his life. He loves it, you can tell.
If you are down there, you should go look. Even if you’re not an angler. Go see the birds and enjoy the landscape. You’ll also get a bit closer to understanding why us lot do it.
If you want to fish, call Jim on 01736 796696, he’ll tell you how to find it, how to fish it and the name of the farmer to get your ticket off (a fiver by the way).
Had a result with this place this year. Didn’t actually catch much (though two Roach at just over the pound mark were fine with me), the weather conditions were against us (honest, freaky gale force winds all day) but total delight to fish. One of the most beautiful spots I’ve ever fished.
It’s just outside of a village called Georgia, near Nancledra, five miles west of St Ives. Out in the wilds, amidst the ruins of tin mines. It’s an old china clay pit which was discovered on a farm, fifteen years ago, by a couple of conservationist anglers.
They had a word with the farmer and took on the lakes (only one is for fishing, though the other is full of monster Bream apparently), stocking them with Carp, Perch, Roach, Rudd, Bream & Eels.
The place is astoundingly beautiful (“you should see the rhododendrons in Spring”) and absolutely quiet. Total peace.
It’s looked after by a great fella called Jim, who moved down to St Ives (from London) in the 60’s , as did my brother and a lot of hipsters looking for their own California. Jim stayed and this place has been his life. He loves it, you can tell.
If you are down there, you should go look. Even if you’re not an angler. Go see the birds and enjoy the landscape. You’ll also get a bit closer to understanding why us lot do it.
If you want to fish, call Jim on 01736 796696, he’ll tell you how to find it, how to fish it and the name of the farmer to get your ticket off (a fiver by the way).
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