Monthly Archives: August 2019

Picking potatoes in schooldays

It must have been the autumn half-term holiday of 1973. A friend said there was a day’s work picking potatoes for a farmer at Huish Episcopi. We cycled to the field and spent the day picking potatoes. Even for a … Continue reading

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Reasonable force

“You see that story of that policeman attacked with a machete? That shouldn’t have happened. He should have used his taser before that man got near him to nearly kill him.” “There was one evening, it would be twenty-five years … Continue reading

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Shadows of the chapel?

The evenings have noticeably drawn in: a quarter to nine and the sun is setting. The shadows stretch long along the road and memories come of childhood games of trying stepping on the shadows of others and imagining, Peter Pan-like, … Continue reading

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The last generation to be forgotten?

Clifford was probably a cousin of some degree. In this village, he might have been doubly a cousin, related on both sides of the family. Yet, if he was, his name has been unknown. Walking in the cemetery, where the … Continue reading

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