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RichardB on August 21st, 2015

Vestry photographs can reveal the nature of a place, says Ronald Blythe THE peerless English summer proceeds. I sit in the garden, reading and making notes for a winter book. The white cat sleeps on them; the birds sing above them. An unseen harvester plies up and down with orchestral shadings of sound, and a […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 21 August 2015

RichardB on August 19th, 2015

Ronald Blythe reflects on retirement and the enchantment of St James IT IS late morning, and still I loll in my chair looking out. Bees visit and revisit the same flowers. Vast clouds stay still on the horizon. Green Victorias will soon ripen in the orchard. Impatient balsam peppers me with shot. It arrived in English […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 14 August 2015

RichardB on August 19th, 2015

A prayer discipline by the window occupies the thoughts of Ronald Blythe JULY for St Benedict, whose emblems are a broken cup and a raven. He died at Monte Cassino, where his great abbey stood in the way of the victorious allies, and was shelled to pieces. One night, praying by his window, Benedict thought […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 7 August 2015

RichardB on August 19th, 2015

Ronald Blythe makes a long journey and visits a packed village pub I HAVE two calendars: one for the church, one for being a writer. Early July means Trinity services, and a 90-mile drive to Helpston to talk about John Clare. The latter includes a long stretch of what was the Great North Road, along which […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 31 July 2015

RichardB on August 19th, 2015

Ronald Blythe wonders how a farm labourer dealt with summer heat THERE is at the heart of faith — all faiths, maybe — a serenity, a great quietness. It is why people have faith in God, his ultimate silence questioning our noise. We look for that peace which is beyond our understanding, but often in a […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 24 July 2015

RichardB on July 17th, 2015

The discovery of an old book takes Ronald Blythe back to 40 years ago IT IS the summer of 1976 all over again. The heat builds up until noon, then turns down a notch or two. The trees burn for a bit, then creak and sigh. The mason bees buzz outside their crumbly mansions in the track, […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 17 July 2015

RichardB on July 11th, 2015

Ronald Blythe and a fellow author visit the grave of a poet DUNCAN’s men are making hay on the horizon. Their toy-like machine topples along the field. Tall grasses go in at one end, and oblongs emerge from the other. The ecstasies of Colin’s little French dog as it follows the reaper fill the entire landscape. […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 10 July 2015

RichardB on July 3rd, 2015

Ronald Blythe thinks of a Scot who led prayer in the South Sea islands THE Collect being the one which asks the Lord to keep us under the protection of his good providence, and the second lesson being the one about St Paul and his nephew, I remember Robert Louis Stevenson and his mother on Samoa, […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 3 July 2015

RichardB on July 3rd, 2015

Ronald Blythe is struck by the abilities of the clerics whom he is addressing “SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright.” The white cat sleeps on the piano stool until it warms up. The horses breathe like dragons. The trees hang on to yesterday’s heat. I must talk to the Clerical Society, a Victorian foundation, […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 26 June 2015

RichardB on June 22nd, 2015

Ronald Blythe ponders immortality, and the unemployed horse IMMORTALITY is a word that has a fine ring to it. It rolls round the tongue like a song. Once upon a time, all the talk was of it. When I was a boy, poor folk who could not afford gravestones made do with clasped china hands, and […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 19 June 2015