Monthly Archives: June 2020

An untold tale

My sisters have a network of roads they use altogether different from those that I follow. Were we making the journey from Taunton to our home village of High Ham, there seem points where our routes might intersect, but few … Continue reading

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The men from the ministry

It must have been on a Sunday afternoon that The Men from the Ministry was broadcast on the BBC Light Programme. It is hard to imagine my grandparents would have sat in their front room listening to the wireless at … Continue reading

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Theoretical gardening

There is no more cheering sight in springtime than the racks filled with packets of garden seeds that appear in shops. The seedsmen know the value of colour and the seed packets are a bright display amongst much that is … Continue reading

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Living close to the law

It was suggested to me that a “cider house” was a sort of bar or cafe. If it was, it was a meaning very different from the meaning of “cider house” in our family. The maternal grandparents of a first … Continue reading

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Seeing through the eyes of a boy

Sitting in the garden, eating pasta and salad for lunch, I glanced up at an upstairs window. The window had been the vantage point for a boy who spent much of his time hiding in his room. The room was … Continue reading

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