Village life – October 2013

Anyone who watched the Avebury Ploughing Match at Marden (September 28th) might have thought they had been transported to Kansas. John Deere, New Holland and Ford tractors, each carefully ploughing a strip as far as the eye could see. The smell of hot dogs and burgers from the mobile caterer. Pick-ups, farmers in their overalls, […]

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Notes on walking home

Today was the hottest day of the year. I left the sweltering metropolis on the 6.33 out of Paddington. In Reading the parks were yellow and scuffed. The Kennet’s water meadows ran a startling green colour. After Hungerford the railway line follows the canal, which was cobalt-coloured and undisturbed by a breeze of any kind. All […]

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Notes on planting an orchard

We have lived in our house in a small village on the edge of Salisbury Plain almost 2.5 years. Gradually we make it and the garden our own, by giving both much of our time and money. We do so willingly, we are happy here, and feel lucky to have found this home. Last year […]

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Notes on tobogganing

BA182 is the final British Airways flight out of JFK on Thursday night and six hours later the heavy snows falling over southern England oblige us to circle a couple of loops over Heathrow before we can land. One of the airport’s two runways has been closed and at last we descend into  cloud the […]

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Notes on a funeral

Sentences of Scripture – Introduction and Prayers – Hymn (The Lord’s my Shepherd) – Reading (John 14: 1 – 6) – Reflections on John’s Life – Prayers – Hymn (O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder) – Commendation – Committal in the Churchyard [Donations may be made in the plate by the door […]

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Demolition

Bank Holiday rain. On and off all morning. Skies grey. Breakfast: two boiled eggs, two rashers of bacon, six pieces of toast, marmalade, strawberry jam. No butter. One and a half cups of coffee. Then I set about the brick shed in our garden. At the end of last year I was impatient to rebuild it: […]

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Notes on Salisbury Plain

Early in the morning I walked back up the hill to pick over the beacon site. I hoped to find some fired nails for the boys. On the hill the grass was wet from the night rain. At the top I found a neat circle of burnt ground. I couldn’t find a single nail, someone […]

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Jubilee

Monday 4 June Fred and I hid our bikes behind the grain dryer and walked the rest of the way up the hill. On the slope the grass was tall and wet and I carried Fred on my shoulders to keep his trousers dry. It was a little before ten in the morning; the vale […]

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