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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, […]

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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

RichardB on June 12th, 2015

Ronald Blythe compares and contrasts the faith of two public figures TRINITARIAN days. Very cold. I think of poor Bishop Heber. I say poor, because they sent him off to convert India, instead of leaving him in an English country living, which he would have much preferred. But saints can’t be choosers. “Holy, holy, holy,” we […]

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RichardB on June 6th, 2015

Ronald Blythe considers finishing a book, and biblical botany at the feast of Pentecost PUTTING a finished book together is at first a formidable task, but a satisfying one. Pagination, chaptering, index, and, above all, entitling must be tackled one by one. And, of course, there has to be a dedication. There was that old bombshell […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 29 May 2015

RichardB on June 6th, 2015

Ronald Blythe welcomes Whitsun weddings in the village church PENTECOSTAL skies, the returning birds all blown about, the trees shaking their new leaves, the spring colours muted. I garden in warm rain. The laburnums will bloom any minute now. The lilac hedge is a sight. Whitsun weddings in the church, the brides straight out of Thomas […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 22 May 2015

RichardB on May 16th, 2015

Ronald Blythe welcomes a visitor from Africa, and smartens up his garden THE first cuckoo. Its call-note is unmistakeable, the books tell me. As is its parasitic habit. Why build a nest when others can build it for you? It glides in from foreign parts to its seasonal home in the Stour Valley. It likes the […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 15 May 2015

RichardB on May 9th, 2015

Ronald Blythe recalls an author with whom he strolled in London IT IS one of those grey mornings – the west wind soft and contemplative, the animals munching the May grass, nose to nose. The radio goes in one ear and out the other until, suddenly, I am all attention. A name is mentioned, then a […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 8 May 2015