Podcasts about oxford canal

I talk extensively about the Abbots Bromley Horn dance and its origins lost deep in time, a bit about foraging, some recorded on location snippets from the Oxford Canal, the penultimate episode of the bedtime story The Poisoned Rose and a meditation on Tom Bombadil (sort of, it's a poem really). A long episode, ideal for you to snooze to. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this second Summer Reading Special we discover the delights of Ernest Temple Thurston's The Flower of Gloster. Published in 1911, Temple Thurston is writing about a very different world to the one in which last week's authors (Hassell and Hollingshead) were writing. It is a nostalgic nod to a world that Temple Thurston recognises is dying. Described by LTC Rolt as unashamedly romantic, it is a lyrical description of his journey aboard the horse boat (pulled by a horse) ‘Flower of Gloster' from Oxford to Inglesham in the west country. Temple Thurston paints an often idyllic picture of lifeaboard. He is accompanied by the working boatman Eynsham Harry, a quiet contemplative man whose rustic wisdom and ‘hedgerow philosophy' is the perfect antidote to Temple Thurston's world weary encounters with academics and business barons of the brave new world of the early 20th century.    The book is also notable for inspiring LTC (Tom) Rolt to renovate an old working boat (‘Chressie') and live for many months aboard with his newly wed wife cruising up and down the canals of pre-war England. His record of this time in the book Narrow Boat has since become a classic in waterways literature and has often been cited as instrumental in saving the canals and waterways of Britain. Rolt went on to become one of the founders of the Inland Waterways Association and a key player in canal conservation and restoration.           More information and bibliographic detailsTemple Thurston, Ernest. (1911) The Flower of Gloster. London: William Norgate.The book has subsequently been republished a number of times and more recently in the form:Temple Thurston, Ernest (1968) The Flower of Gloster: with introduction by LTC Rolt. London: David and Charles. General DetailsIn the intro and the outro, Saint-Saen's The Swan is performed by Karr and Bernstein (1961) and available on CC at archive.org. Two-stroke narrowboat engine recorded by 'James2nd' on the River weaver, Cheshire. Uploaded to Freesound.org on 23rd June 2018. Creative Commons Licence. Piano interludes composed and performed by Helen Ingram.All other audio recorded on site. ContactFor pictures of Erica and images related to the podcasts or to contact me, follow me on:Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/noswpodInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/nighttimeonstillwaters/Twitter: https://twitter.com/NoswPodI would love to hear from you. You can email me at nighttimeonstillwaters@gmail.com

Fuel your wanderlust as we travel the globe, talking to ordinary people about why they love where they live. We explore beyond the guide books and tourist traps and discover local secrets. In this episode, we hear from John Hunter in Rugby, England - the town where the famous game was created. John describes a life of country walks on rolling hills, followed by good farm-to-fork food. There's also live music and the Oxford Canal, and, of course, it's a must-visit if you're a rugby fanatic. Get more info and links for all the places mentioned at: https://extravirginfoodandtravel.com Love this podcast? Please support it at: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/extravirgin

Anneka Hicks is the founder of ExcludedUK, a grassroots non-profit organisation committed to providing personal, business and career support to those facing hardship as a result of the Covid-19 pandemic. Anneka is an experienced marketer, strategist, and technologist with a deep routed passion for helping small businesses, independents, and entrepreneurs realise their growth potential and succeed in meeting and exceeding their goals.   With an enthusiasm for business from a very young age – Anneka was often found selling colouring in pages for 5p to neighbours from the age of 5 - she left home at the age of 16 to pursue a life in who-knows-what, which at that stage involved living in a long boat on the Oxford Canal, fronting a Jazz quintet, studying Psychology and English Language, and selling carpet to make ends meet!   Her love for helping small independent businesses grow and succeed was realised as a result of finding work at the local newspaper selling traditional advertising space. With a creative eye and an understanding of human psychology, she proceeded to teach herself graphic design, web building and coding skills which she then was able to use to help companies within her hometown promote their brands in print, online and on air.   The Covid-19 pandemic has enabled Anneka to get back to her routes, and re-evaluate the direction of her career.  Having identified a considerable amount of UK Taxpayers falling outside of the Government’s COVID-19 financial support schemes eligibility criteria and seeing the impact of that on their businesses, and careers, as well as their mental health, Anneka set out to put together a support platform that would enable them to find a way through the crisis, building a strong community of likeminded individuals who would be able to help and support each other whilst campaigning against the social injustices and discrimination they were facing. In May 2020, ExcludedUK was founded.   Ian & Anneka discuss; Founding Excluded Uk Bringing the community together MPs getting involved Different campaign groups with similar goals The government ignoring the gaps in support Marching for ExcludedUk Over 3 million people have been cast aside Issues with Universal Credit People who’re excluded having no where to turn Providing counselling sessions The impact on mental health   Ian Farrar wanted to create something special for the listeners, in honour of International Podcast Day & Industry Angel's 200th episode. Ian live streamed (Facebook, YouTube & Twitter) for two hours on the 29th September 2020 and interviewed 4 of his friends back to back! We have edited those videos and created bonus podcast episodes. The original videos can be watched again on the respective social media platforms.   Industry Angel Twitter Industry Angel Website Podcast Sponsors;- Far North Sales & Marketing Carpeway MrFarrar.com

David spends a day on the Oxford Canal with Mark Robinson and Hugh Warwick. Both do important work for conservation groups and CRT, exploring and opening up canals as green pathways for wildlife. Together they look for evidence of different animals on the towpath and in the water, including otters, bats and leaf cutter bees.

David spends a day on the Oxford Canal with Mark Robinson and Hugh Warwick. Both do important work for conservation groups and CRT, exploring and opening up canals as green pathways for wildlife. Together they look for evidence of different animals on the towpath and in the water, including otters, bats and leaf cutter bees.

JE Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Oxford Canal by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) When you have wearied of the valiant spires of this County Town, Of its wide white streets and glistening museums, and black monastic walls, Of its red motors and lumbering trains, and self-sufficient people, I will take you walking with me to a place you have not seen — Half town and half country—the land of the Canal. It is dearer to me than the antique town: I love it more than the rounded hills: Straightest, sublimest of rivers is the long Canal. I have observed great storms and trembled: I have wept for fear of the dark. But nothing makes me so afraid as the clear water of this idle canal on a summer's noon. Do you see the great telegraph poles down in the water, how every wire is distinct? If a body fell into the canal it would rest entangled in those wires for ever, between earth and air. For the water is as deep as the stars are high. One day I was thinking how if a man fell from that lofty pole He would rush through the water toward me till his image was scattered by his splash, When suddenly a train rushed by: the brazen dome of the engine flashed: the long white carriages roared; The sun veiled himself for a moment, and the signals loomed in fog; A savage woman screamed at me from a barge: little children began to cry; The untidy landscape rose to life: a sawmill started; A cart rattled down to the wharf, and workmen clanged over the iron footbridge; A beautiful old man nodded from the first story window of a square red house, And a pretty girl came out to hang up clothes in a small delightful garden. O strange motion in the suburb of a county town: slow regular movement of the dance of death! Men and not phantoms are these that move in light. Forgotten they live, and forgotten die. First aired: January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009

Flecker read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Oxford Canal by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915) When you have wearied of the valiant spires of this County Town, Of its wide white streets and glistening museums, and black monastic walls, Of its red motors and lumbering trains, and self-sufficient people, I will take you walking with me to a place you have not seen — Half town and half country—the land of the Canal. It is dearer to me than the antique town: I love it more than the rounded hills: Straightest, sublimest of rivers is the long Canal. I have observed great storms and trembled: I have wept for fear of the dark. But nothing makes me so afraid as the clear water of this idle canal on a summer's noon. Do you see the great telegraph poles down in the water, how every wire is distinct? If a body fell into the canal it would rest entangled in those wires for ever, between earth and air. For the water is as deep as the stars are high. One day I was thinking how if a man fell from that lofty pole He would rush through the water toward me till his image was scattered by his splash, When suddenly a train rushed by: the brazen dome of the engine flashed: the long white carriages roared; The sun veiled himself for a moment, and the signals loomed in fog; A savage woman screamed at me from a barge: little children began to cry; The untidy landscape rose to life: a sawmill started; A cart rattled down to the wharf, and workmen clanged over the iron footbridge; A beautiful old man nodded from the first story window of a square red house, And a pretty girl came out to hang up clothes in a small delightful garden. O strange motion in the suburb of a county town: slow regular movement of the dance of death! Men and not phantoms are these that move in light. Forgotten they live, and forgotten die.