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Because of my blog, which started in August 2008, started me writing things down as they came to mind, all about my life and my family and village, and the folk who helped to rear me (as well as other than my parents,) and mould my life within a small...
Pulled out all parcels and shopping and stood back, while the old Austin Montego finally cremated itself in the middle of the road. The old Austin Montego Estate Car, it was a farmers car, or life before we had a Landrover 1970’s / 80’s ( The demise of...
( 1772 Silver George 3 rd half penny piece) Its not every day that you have a "find" even though it be modest, a friend of mine was walking the footpaths along our fields a few days ago, and came across a rabbit hole with fresh soil dug out...
This is an interesting old building in the middle of our village; it is the old village Mortuary . For saying that there would be no more than two hundred people, if they were all rounded up, you could not see what need there was for it. But I was told...
Next again is Holly Bush, our local village pub, As well as drink you can get if hungry, a little bit of grub, For a gathering of the locals, this was the hub, News and gossip turned around in the village pub. This picture was taken Feb 2011 of a twenty...
You can't even shout about nothing or even whisper nothing , but you are said to be able to whisper "sweet" nothings This is a bit of a desperate attempt to write something about nothing, nothing to do with the weather, nothing to do with...
I remember father counting, cattle each and every day, He counts and looks at every one, to see they're all OK, A cow that persistently gets out, gets better at it, she learns to jump or hop over slack wire, learns to push rails down and push at the...
Undertaker in the village, was at the wheelwrights shop, Lays out and measures them, made a coffin non-stop, As in all small villages it changes over the years, in some way for the better, in others for the worse. The village pumps went some fifty years...
It was late summer when we had had an invitation to the evening reception of a friend of the misses', sisters daughter was getting married (do you follow). We did not know who she was marrying and had not seen the bride since she was six years old...
As well as drink you can get, a little bit of grub, For a gathering of the locals, this was the hub, News and gossip turned around in the village pub. As in all small villages it changes over the years, in some way for the better, in others for the worse...
Mullee's the bloke, Mullee's the name, Paul's the one to call, Goes everywhere for everyone, as out of bed he crawls, Brian ( Kansas) may like this one although I seem to have more negatives than positive, but you do report all the extremes...
She was the last to live in her old cottage, thatch had rotted away, Half timbered filled in with brick, they were built that way, Wattle and daub up the chimney breast, above the inglenook, Cast iron range and chimney crane, hang kettle to boil on hook...
Paul he drives a Fastrac, shooting everywhere, For to make baled silage, never much time to spare, Does his best to satisfy, his customers' enemas, Gets on and gets the job done, rolling up the grass. Over the last few years I have been writing about...