Author Archives: Ian

Being soaked

Vintage tractors assembled for a fair at the foot of Turn Hill yesterday. Passing through before most had arrived was good fortune; later, and there would have been slow moving vehicles to follow for miles. The tractors were familiar: the … Continue reading

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Tanked

The viewing gallery of the conservation centre at Bovington Tank Museum offers a view over more than a hundred military vehicles for which there is not yet space in the display galleries. Among the recent acquisitions is the Standard Beaverette, … Continue reading

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The meaning of zoy

The closure of the road north from the village has meant a diversion westward, down a precarious hill, along a road with seven sweeping bends, and then skirting Middlezoy, driving through Weston Zoyland, and passing a sign for Chedzoy. “Zoy” … Continue reading

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Local flavours

“A piece of smoked cheese?” I took the finger of cheese that was offered. It tasted of moments long ago. Strong tastes went with childhood memories. Thickly coated toffee apples on wooden sticks,  ginger snaps in paper bags, candy floss … Continue reading

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A carnival explanation

“Bridgwater – The Home of Carnival” announces the sign at the edge of the town. Of course, it is historically incorrect, even a moment’s thought about the word would tell you that it hadn’t come from an industrial town in … Continue reading

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