Watch Your Neighbourhood


Please be vigilant, lock your cars and doors.

In the early hours of Monday morning at about 03:40 I was woken by our two dogs barking, they had been woken by noises outside our property. As I finally got the dogs to stop barking I heard a car engine starting…. thinking it was someone stealing one of ours we rushed to the window to see a flat back vehicle drive slowly up the road and stop outside Winlea.

I kept watching as Mr R started to get dressed. A male (and it was) dressed in dark clothing with a torch returning from the direction of Winlea got in it and drove off.

We couldn’t get the Vrm details. We have checked the properties best we could and all seems in order. Circumstances like these can if necessary be reported to the Parish Council or to the Police using 101.

If you do suspect someone is unlawfully in a premises then do not challenge them alone phone 999.

Misses R

2019 Garden Waste Collection

Lancaster City Council has issued the following reminder regarding Garden Waste Collection for 2019.

Renewal of your garden waste subscription with Lancaster City Council from 1 April 2019 to 31 March 2020

The subscription cost for the period 1 April 2019 to 31 March 2020 is £40 per bin. You can renew at any time, but to ensure continuity of collection please do so by 28 February.

To renew your subscription (JK: For those that do so online) for the 2019/20 period, please visit and enter the following details:

Property identifier: XXXXXXXXXXX (Your Identifier)
Subscription key: XXXX (Your Subscription key)

When you renew you can change the name associated with the subscription and the number of the bins you want to subscribe.

If you don’t want to subscribe for 2019/20

You do not need to do anything. Your current subscription will lapse on 31 March and you will receive no further garden waste collections after this date.

Yours sincerely

Lancaster City Council

Nursery Rhymes #3

Continuing my perusal of the book Roy Williamson loaned to me, entitled ‘Poetry for Children’ I was, to some degree,  surprised to see that it featured Rudyard Kipling’s poem, ‘IF’. It never occurred to me that this was a poem for children.

For those who do not recall the poem from their youth, I have included it below.

The reason for doing so is to enable anyone interested, to revisit the poem and then consider the significant opposition to Kipling, and this poem, in particular, arising from various Student Unions in recent times.

At the end of the poem, I have repeated the observations from Manchester University Students Union indicating the current view, among some, of Kipling and of a particular period of British history.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

It appears that Rudyard Kipling has fallen out of favour with today’s generation of students after it emerged that his “IF” poem has been scrubbed off a building by students in Manchester University, who claim he was a “racist”.

The liberation and access officer at Manchester’s students’ union declared “We believe that Kipling stands for the opposite of liberation, empowerment, and human rights – the things that we, as a Students Union, stand for. Kipling was the author of a plethora of works that sought to legitimate the British Empire’s presence in India and de-humanise people of colour, it is deeply inappropriate to promote the work of Kipling in our SU, which is named after prominent South African anti-Apartheid activist, Steve Biko.” The SU’s officer said.

It is my view that there is a chasm growing between people of my generation, born during, or just after, WWII, and present-day students. We, our parents and families, had our youth shaped by the wars and their aftermath, and in particular the way in which the British Commonwealth, willingly, rallied together to withstand what we saw as oppression

Modern students have a different view of the historical significance of the role, not all of which was free from criticism, that Great Britain played in the countries of the British Empire (subsequently the Commonwealth), and would seem to feel no allegiance to the Commonwealth as a result.

As to Kipling. I have no view as to whether the Manchester SU’s view of Kipling’s role in history is right, wrong, or merely politically correct. However, I am absolutely certain that his poem ‘IF’ is not an example of the negative constructs which they attribute to him, indeed quite the opposite.  I would suggest that IF is the response that Kipling would have made to their criticism.

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;

John Keegan

Nursery Rhymes #2

Following on from the reminiscences in which Roy and I indulged ourselves in respect of the nursery rhymes of our youth, I have been browsing “Poetry for Children”, which Roy loaned to me.

I was quite surprised at the number of rhymes that, whilst I remember them I have not had occasion to recall them for very many years. What follows is a selection that I have taken at random.


Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
Baker’s man,
So I will, master,
As fast as I can.

Pat it, and prick it,
And mark it with ‘T’,
And take it and bake it,
For Tommy and me.

Solomon Grundy

Solomon Grundy,
Born on Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.

Hush-a-Bye Baby

Hush-a-bye, baby,
On the tree top,
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock;

When the bow breaks,
The cradle will fall,
Down will come baby,
Cradle and all.

Jack Sprat

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so, betwixt them both,
They licked the platter clean.

The cat and the fiddle

Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed,
To see such fun,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Little Jack Horner

Little Jack Horner,
Sat in a corner,
Eating a Christmas pie,
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plumb,
And said, “What a good boy am I!”

Goosey, Goosey, Gander

Goosey, Goosey, Gander.
Where do you wander,
Upstairs and downstairs,
And in my lady’s chamber.

There I met an old man,
Who wouldn’t say his prayers,
I took him by his left leg,
And threw him down the stairs.

Doctor Foster

Doctor Foster went to Glo’ster,
In a shower of rain,
He stepped in a middle, up to his middle,
And never went there again.

For want of a nail

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,
For want of the shoe, the horse was lost,
For want of the horse, the rider was lost,
For want of the rider, the battle was lost.
For want of the battle, the Kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

That is probably enough for now. However, in the meantime, I was quite surprised how many nursery rhymes I have remembered over the years.

A Williamson – Keegan Production for Maltings Media.