Monthly Archives: April 2020

It wasn’t lockdown, it was life

Posted on 14th April 2020 by Ian

It was said that my grandfather only passed his driving test on the seventh attempt. Whatever the true number of times, his driving style was never reassuring; roundabouts could be particularly unnerving experience as he unhesitatingly continued along his way. … Continue reading →

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How far back can we remember?

Posted on 13th April 2020 by Ian

In teenage years, I would have been confident about the location. Had I been asked by someone where they could find Yeovil Junction station, I would have sent them out along the road that ran west from the town. “Why?” … Continue reading →

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Undrawn

Posted on 12th April 2020 by Ian

It was a delight to have drawing paper. Sometimes Dad would bring home from work sheets that had been printed on one side, presumably packing notes for equipment received. The paper was cream, cartridge quality, very different from the flimsy … Continue reading →

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The beauty of field sports

Posted on 11th April 2020 by Ian

Our village was not hunting country. An old farmer who rode to hounds in his younger days once said our area was one where the country of two hunts met. One of the two hunts was to the east of … Continue reading →

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Shooting along

Posted on 10th April 2020 by Ian

In the course of an afternoon, an entire war might have been fought, or at least a campaign. The British may have evacuated from Dunkirk, or landed in Normandy. (It was always the British, a veteran of the Normandy Landings … Continue reading →

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