I DREW this building on Woolpack’s Yard Wakefield from the waiting room on the second
floor of the new medical supercentre on King Street, behind the town hall in Wakefield.
These long narrow streets opening onto Westgate follow the lines of the ‘tofts and
crofts’, i.e. long strips of arable land each with a cottage on it, of the medieval
Success at last; this is my third visit to a nurse to dislodge the wax in my right
ear. I’ve been dropping warm olive oil into my ear 2 or 3 times a day. It’s strange
that an olive that’s grown, perhaps, on a hillside in Tuscany has ended up being
used improve my hearing.
You’ve got to give the oil chance to work; a good 15 minutes each time, so I’ve timed
my sessions by catching up on the recordings I made of the late night repeats of
Time Team Channel Four broadcast in the spring so my enforced interludes of inaction
have enabled me to brush up on the history of the landscape, which is appropriate
because my latest series of walks has a historical theme.
Next step is the audiology assessment. I’m looking forward to hearing grasshoppers
and redwing contact calls before too long!