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Showing posts with label Warwickshire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Warwickshire. Show all posts
Monday, 25 June 2018

For going out, I found, was really going in…

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Yesterday – coupled with a developing desire to prove my brittle body once more able – the weather beckoned me far beyond the longing win...
Sunday, 28 May 2017

The soul that sees beauty…

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Sunday There is a hierarchy, it seems, to Tysoe’s with-sun-rising birds. As the first sodium-bright slash of dawn slices the horizon, the...
Monday, 23 May 2016

I feared for them; I could not turn away…

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I have referred several times on these pages to Vaughan Williams’ evocative masterpiece, The Lark Ascending – and almost exclusively, ...
Wednesday, 20 January 2016

(Minus) eight degrees of reparation…

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Although my head felt a little like Trotsky ’s must have – or even because my head felt like that… – just before sunup (a little past...
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Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Against strife and contention…

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At a loss for something local to do, and with a small wodge of time to while away, I wandered lazily into Tredington : lured by “ the t...
Friday, 23 October 2015

Seeing red…

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The one thing that you can guarantee from any visit to Compton Verney is that you will leave with both the physical and mental bits of...
Thursday, 3 September 2015

Distance is incomprehensible and therefore meaningless…

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Going rambling means freedom to go out and explore the countryside and enjoy the scenery and landscapes that I used to enjoy when able-...
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...
Friday, 2 January 2015

Something is rotten…

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It used to be so good On 25 October 2014, an article entitled Report gives a snapshot of life in the district appeared in the Stratford-...
Tuesday, 9 December 2014

A walk on the mild side…

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Hi, Just a quick email to say how useful I've found the blog, particularly as a prospective Tysoean (or Tysoenese, I defer to you...
Monday, 27 October 2014

How do you mean…?

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Inspired by my hero, Douglas Adams, and his collaboration with John Lloyd on The Meaning of Liff – as well as I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue’s...