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Richard on April 29th, 2016

Ronald Blythe reflects on St Paul’s words on loving and giving GEORGE HERBERT notes how “close, reserved and dark” we are when God asks for our heart. It came suddenly to mind when I remembered that it was on Quinquagesima Sunday that his coffin was placed on the floor of the little church at Bemerton […]

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Richard on April 22nd, 2016

Listening to the sounds of nature, Ronald Blythe is never lonely THE other day, I was asked to write a little introduction to a guide to “E. M. Forster country”: that quiet fragment of Hertfordshire where the novelist lived, and where he placed Howards End. I have lived most of my life in “Constable country”, that part of […]

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Richard on April 15th, 2016

Like St Francis, Ronald Blythe finds delight in Nature’s gifts I LIVE in bursts of extravagance, and what I believe is wild generosity, and in moments of stinginess. Whenever that is concerned, I am reminded of my friend Dennis, a cellist, who, cleaning out his aunt’s house, found a box labelled “Little bits of string too short […]

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Richard on April 8th, 2016

Ronald Blythe recalls seeing plough horses drink from his pond THE artist John Nash, who lived in my old farmhouse, was famously addicted to ponds. There are two of them here, one fore and one aft. “Never pass up a pond,” he would say to me. There are many black-and-white photos of the cleaning out of […]

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Richard on April 8th, 2016

Ronald Blythe finds delight in the writings of Julian of Norwich MOTHER JULIAN’s revelations of divine love remind me a little of those bones that emerged from a council car-park and on which a pile of later belief has been heaped. They had to be translated to be understood. She comes to my mind as I […]

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Richard on March 25th, 2016

Are we enjoying God’s world as we should, asks Ronald Blythe THE spring has come. It floods the church. A divine hand is at work in what we call our “local ecology”: that careful relationship between organism and environment. Recent disasters and mishaps have reminded us what occurs when we take too distracting or greedy a […]

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Richard on March 25th, 2016

Will the old farmhouse survive the wild wind, wonders Ronald Blythe WHEN I was a child in Suffolk we knew an old man, a retired miller, who still called the storm “a tempest”. “Did you hear the tempest last night?” he would ask. I did indeed, and, to a wild accompaniment of roaring trees as the […]

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Richard on March 12th, 2016

Ronald Blythe wonders how railway commuters pass the time SUMMER afternoon, summer afternoon — Henry James’s favourite words in the English language. Only it is a spring morning, with the snowdrops fading and a squirrel having breakfast on an old stone trough, carrying tiny scraps of bread to his mouth and bushing out his tail, and […]

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Richard on March 5th, 2016

We all experience life in a fragmented way, says Ronald Blythe IT IS a day for spring gardening, but here I am, glued to the indiscreet pictures in the Royal Commission on Historical Monuments for North East Essex. You would think that they would have drawn a curtain over those frowsty robes in the vestry, and collected […]

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Richard on February 19th, 2016

Ronald Blythe enjoys the early spring, and winter with War and Peace A FEBRUARY spring. I walk in the garden so as not to miss its special splendour. Robins sing their heads off, doing duty for birds that are still far away in Africa. The lawn paths are so full of saffron that I am careful not […]

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