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RichardB on October 25th, 2014

Ronald Blythe marvels at the CV of one of the Apostles A GOLDEN day for St Luke, one of my heroes. I talk about him at matins to a thin-on-the-ground congregation. Luke, the New Testament’s Renaissance man, doctor of body and soul, artist, travel writer – everything. Also the birthday saint of the Greek-English boy who […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 24 October 2014

RichardB on October 17th, 2014

Ronald Blythe retreats indoors as a downpour batters the house THE classic rainy day: the sky a liquid colourlessness, the trees drenching sieves, the farm track a river, the fields just dull and wet. The old labourers “saved” for such a day because, unable to work, they would not be paid. Four horses soak it up, […]

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RichardB on October 10th, 2014

Wet grass and windfalls remind Ronald Blythe of a childhood treat ANGELIC days. Two feet of white cat stretch out in the sun. But the first ash leaves sail down, wavering in the air before landing. The grass is soaking wet and ruled with badger trails. Undaunted blackbirds sing as though it is May. It is warm […]

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RichardB on October 3rd, 2014

Ronald Blythe takes Virginia Woolf down from the shelf   A PENSIVE morning. Adrian is mowing the grass, up and down, round and round. The white cat watches from her wall. The postman crashes along the farm track; the horses gossip on the hill. The brook splashes to the Stour. The sky is colourless. Wild geese […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 3 October 2014

RichardB on October 3rd, 2014

Ronald Blythe succumbs to late-summer sloth   THE classic September days take their time as they succeed each other. No hurry. They are turning Old Master-gold. Come out and do nothing, they say. A nine-months-old baby calls and bumps about on his bottom, talking in Czech and English, but it is all double Dutch to me. […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 26 September 2014

RichardB on September 19th, 2014

As in his youth, Ronald Blythe is thrilled by seeing the sea   “THE sea! The sea!” we shouted when the land ran ran out and the blue wall of water rose ahead. At Aldeburgh, the church-builders framed it in Gothic stone. Even today, when everyone goes everywhere, this sudden proclamation by the sea itself of its […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 19 September 2014

RichardB on September 12th, 2014

Ronald Blythe reflects on the pleasure of being caught in the rain   SUMMER rain – warm, drenching. It catches me up before I can get to the house, a familiar sensation since boyhood, briefly a plight, then a pleasure. The rain it raineth every day, but only a little. Not like today, when it […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 12 September 2014

RichardB on September 5th, 2014

Ronald Blythe gives thanks for the summers he has enjoyed during his life THE peerless August goes its way: day after day of sunshine, the garden heavy with scents, the churches, too. St Paul tells us “not to murmur”; the News tells us ghastly things. In his Diary, Francis Kilvert tells me what he did […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 5 September 2014

RichardB on September 5th, 2014

Ronald Blythe walks through blackberry-blossomed churchyards “AUGUST for the people!” cried the democratic Auden. August for staying at home, I say. Once it was August for Cornwall, those north headlands void of visitors which ranged on and on to Devon. A friend awakened these westward longings when a week in Totnes made her restless for […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 29 August 2014

RichardB on September 5th, 2014

Ronald Blythe takes in his late-summer garden, leaning on a new stick ELEGIAC days. I have been given an ash-plant walking stick that John Masefield cut from a hedge on the Western Front. He was a medical orderly. I lean on it in the peaceful August garden. The poplars sing in hushed voices. It has […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 22 August 2014