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Vicar on January 30th, 2012

Ronald Blythe tries to imagine the voices of preachers long gone I WAS about to describe what happens to me when I drift into imaginative notions about the incumbents board in church, when someone on the radio, talking about his introduction to music as a choirboy, called an old church “a resonant chamber”. But I […]

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Vicar on January 23rd, 2012

Ronald Blythe waits in the dark and cold for the sun to rise THE weatherman proclaims an amazing sunrise. I cannot recall him saying this before. At the moment, the window frames total darkness. It is 6 a.m. Not a person to miss a touch of glory, however, I keep my eye on the outside. […]

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Vicar on January 17th, 2012

Confinement can often bring inspiration, says Ronald Blythe I AM reading Montaigne. My ivory tower is a square Tudor room that stares east. Low-ceilinged, clogged with books, it is where I am happiest. The spring-in-winter days breed roses. They look through the window. I look out at the steep hill. The quietness rather than the […]

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Vicar on January 8th, 2012

Ronald Blythe passes on some guidance about prayer JOACHIM, the Jewish doctor from the Berlin synagogue, kindly drives me to the Midnight, and is transfixed by Wormingford Church, a medieval stone lantern whose fretted brilliance glitters over the parked cars. Back at the old farmhouse, his Hanukkah candles will waver in the window as part […]

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Vicar on January 2nd, 2012

Ronald Blythe praises church music and faithful choir-singers THE tremendous Scottish gale is “noises off” as I write. It is roaring over Leargan, where we have sat, read, talked, and rested many a summer. It will be hooting down its chimneys, crashing through the plantations, and bringing down deadwood in piles. Here, at Botten­goms, it […]

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