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Vicar on August 26th, 2011

A chance meeting leads Ronald Blythe to think of Temple sacrifices BUMPING down the track, we are stopped by a pair of frowning Little Owls. They study us for all of a minute, before vanishing into a ditch. As they go, the afternoon light passes through their feathers. We are returning from Hadleigh, where we […]

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Vicar on August 20th, 2011

Ronald Blythe’s old ladders have been exchanged for new HAVING given myself a month’s drift, I find it near-impossible not to drift. Thus I sit in the sun watching the clouds go by, and nursing a sel¬f¬ish cat who drifts when she is not eating. The August sky is stunning. Pink, yellow, and black clouds […]

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Vicar on August 15th, 2011

While at a Bible class, Ronald Blythe changes his view of the church WE ARE having a Bible class, and not before time. It is Saturday morning, and the summer is not quite here, so the church is chilly. The scholarly young priest gives us Mark 10 in Hebrew, Greek, Latin, King James, and New […]

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Vicar on August 8th, 2011

Ronald Blythe sees the barley in the fields, and thinks of Boaz DAYDREAMING through the first lesson — the Song of Solomon — I suddenly hear the words that I had carved on the tombstone of my friend John Nash: “The flowers ap¬pear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come.” […]

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Vicar on August 1st, 2011

Ronald Blythe revisits the home of an Anglo-Saxon saint A RIVER-LINE defines the territory of our local saints, Edmund and Cedd, both youthful, one a king, one a bishop. This time, it is the latter’s turn for a visit. The day is dull, even sullen. The North Sea is barely visible from the flat land. […]

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