AN ELECTION CRY.
CLEARING THE AIR.
TOWN AND COUNTRY.
DUST REMOVED BY WIND.
WIND HALL, GOSFORTH.
A NOTED GALE.
Nevertheless, we may be thankful for things as they are. With roads and
rivers flooded, and land sodden, we may be glad of all the winds that blow
moderation), to dry the soil for the farmers, and to purify the atmosphere
the health and comfort of everybody. And, after all, is not this the season
of the year whereby the Earth is purified and Nature is at reast!
We have, as someone said, the stars to play with and the world at our feet.
The motor dust at this season is at a minimum, and we suppose that along
coast here from right to left and up to the mountains, we have the purest
in all the United Kingdom and Ireland thrown in! The chief problem is how
use it rightly, and to avoid the terrors of overcrowding. So, by the way,
wonder how many ‘teeny-weeny” invisible particles there are, actually, in
this sweet country air, as compared with that of the slums of overcrowded
Some years ago a scientific expert let the cat out of the bag when he told
us that his estimate of the number of solid particles in the air away from
public roads and buildings, but near the sea between St. Bees and Seascale,
was roughly 250 to the square inch. At first this would seem to be a large
number for such an obviously pure atmosphere. But let us think of what the
number may be along the dust laden highways in summer. Then we shall not
that we sneeze in towns to get rid of them (the dust-devils), and have our
half closed to prevent too early blindness - even if we are run over by the
first motor that passes!
And we mention all this (even after the wet summer and the floods) not
merely to show how easily, even here, our eyes and ears may be deadened, or
the germs of infection may be increased by dry weather, but rather to
the comparative purity of the seaside air as compared not merely with the
dusty highways, but with the air of towns wherein (thank goodness) some of
are not yet compelled to live or to die.
And with all our rates and taxes and quibbles about representation, it is
scream, isn’t it? When we are able to find that the number of particles of
suspended impurities in the air of many towns in ordinary dry weather, even
now, is not less than 30,000 to the square inch of the air breathed. Then,
each one of us breathes about 18 cubic feet of air per hour, we draw into
lungs and respiratory organs in 24 hours about 22,400,000,000 of such solid
particles. Then, we are not well off, comparatively, in our country
environments by the mountains or the deep sea? But what would happen
without the rain
and wind to help the town folk in their crowded areas?
And that reminds us how the flooded rivers also, have been propitious
anglers during the fishing season of 1928. The season on the Ehen and the
and Irt, closed this week until the middle of March; and in these rivers,
especially, the catch of smelts or sprods from the sea has been better than
many years past. There are two reasons for this - firstly, the repeated
at most convenient times for the rod men (but bad for the farmers), and,
secondly, the continued exertions of the Egremont and district Rod-fishers
in regard to the prevention of pollution. Much of the sewerage of former
years has been removed from the river Ehen, and the water is more wholesome
it was. But salmon have been very, very scare (scarcely an “odd yean”),
though it is believed that in the swollen becks some have gone up higher to
spawn. If so, these, if not interfered with many replenish the streams with
fresh and larger run in years to come. Let us hope so.
Then, finally, someone asks us this week, “If fish are scarce why shouldn’t
we have cheaper bacon?” Well there is something in that. But it really is a
poser! Our friend also adds, “We want more home-cured!” And we quite agree.
The fact is that quite a number of pigs are bred in this neighbourhood (as
yore), but owing to want of bacon curers, or a bacon factory of the
old-fashioned stamp, farmers are handicapped and kept under the thumb of
butchers. There now! One for the farmers at last!
But the public also suffer. Where is now to be had the good rich Cumberland
ham or bacon, such as was cured by SELKIRK, ROBINSON or SMITH at Beckermet,
or by ATKINSON and MATTERSON, at Sellafield, in the last century, certainly
less than 50 years ago? The best and most luscious hams at eight pence per
pound. And, by the way, these curers, locally, all made “their fortunes and
name.” Honest curing; honest prices; and honesty all round. What an
cry that would be - for the future!