Monthly Archives: August 2018

Missing a river

Posted on 12th August 2018 by Ian

Standing on the banks of the River Parrett one afternoon, there seemed something not quite right, something missing. In memory there had been a tributary running from the river, not the River Yeo, but something running toward the town. In … Continue reading →

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Healthy eating

Posted on 10th August 2018 by Ian

Spreading the fresh bread with butter and spooning on locally made jam, there was a memory of Tony. It was breaktime and we stood in the classroom talking about anything and nothing. There was hardly a subject that had not … Continue reading →

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Jay’s grave and the church

Posted on 8th August 2018 by Ian

I attended a school, long since closed, on the road between the Dartmoor villages of Manaton and Widecombe. It was a wild and beautiful spot. If you walked up the lane at the back of the school, climbed over the … Continue reading →

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Seaside fare

Posted on 6th August 2018 by Ian

Cornish pasty and chips, it must be nearly the ultimate in excess. Brought up to believe that a pasty was a complete meal in itself, with meat, potato, and vegetables,  a voice echoes down the years suggesting that there is … Continue reading →

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Ranking trees

Posted on 4th August 2018 by Ian

There seems an order among all things. Whether it’s the value of rare metals, or the cost of houses, or the price of cars, there is a ranking, a pecking order, a hierarchy. Sometimes the order does not relate to … Continue reading →

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