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Vicar on September 25th, 2012

Ronald Blythe looks with tolerance on a flourishing weed   One of my childhood autumn sounds was to hear a big spider negotiating the ancient bedroom wallpaper where it had become loose on the uneven wall. September spiders now appear in the bath, and have to be carried to the garden by the glass-and­-postcard method. […]

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Vicar on September 17th, 2012

    Ronald Blythe takes an unknown road, and is pleasantly surprised   HUMAN hollering is in fine voice. People are paying good money to shout, And now the American election roars away. What do other creatures make of it? I put this question to the white cat, no one else being around. She answers […]

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Richard on September 11th, 2012

Ronald Blythe stops making breakfast to listen to a philosopher   NORMALLY, Thought for the Day is unthinkingly obscured by the scraping of toast and the bubbling of eggs. Half-heard, I wish it well. But, this morning, a Buddhist philosopher held my full attention. Not that I am able at this moment to quote him, […]

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Vicar on September 3rd, 2012

As most of you will know by now I will be retiring at the end of this month having reached the ripe old age of 72.   The church’s normal retirement age is 70, so I can count myself fortunate to have had an extra two years with you all.   Over the last few months, people […]

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Vicar on September 3rd, 2012

  Ronald Blythe becomes a distributor of prizes in Wormingford   THE hare does not bolt when we see each other, but takes his time to” look at me before-lolloping off into the bracken. He is damp and scruffy, and his eyes are like polished stones. He is a sagacious animal, with a thought process […]

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