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Showing posts with label Baddesley Clinton. Show all posts
Thursday, 4 May 2017

Solvitur ambulando…

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Walking is magic. Can’t recommend it highly enough. I read that Plato and Aristotle did much of their brilliant thinking together while a...
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Friday, 13 May 2016

Wary of the furrows that we’ve churned…

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Who can tell me where I am…? Having worked in agriculture , I struggle to understand those landowners and/or farmers who plant a crop...
Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Whither the weather…?

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What was certain was that I was wearing too many layers. What seemed uncertain was the season. It looked like winter (unless you look...
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Thursday, 10 December 2015

I’ll go walking in circles…

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The cold comes in many colours. On what felt like a rare, cloudless morning, crouching beneath the unkempt, unspoiled hedgerows, the li...
Thursday, 26 November 2015

All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey…

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…I’ve been for a walk on a winter’s day : well, autumn’s – but that breeze, “ after summer evermore succeeds ”, truly felt like “Barre...
Monday, 28 September 2015

A canal (or two) runs through it…

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The construction of the Abbeys is a marvel to behold, for in a day when fresh water was a concern, the Cistercians had plenty. They a...
Thursday, 23 July 2015

Knowing how way leads on to way…

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Most times, I just follow my (traditional, inherited, Yorkshire-profiled) nose – or a familiar perambulation – but sometimes, I find I ...
Saturday, 6 June 2015

Dull would he be of soul…

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One of the most wonderful aspects of living in ‘The Three Tysoes’ is the amount of history – even if you excised my own sweet Will fro...