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Richard on March 29th, 2014

I’m here at last! Well, by the time you read this, I very nearly will be. After helping to support the Church over the last year or so, it’s a wonderful privilege to be arriving as Priest-in-Charge. The first thing I must do in this first Vicar’s letter is to thank everyone who has worked […]

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Richard on March 29th, 2014

Ronald Blythe‘s features are moulded in clay in the hands of a sculptor EVERY now and then, whatever hour it is, getting up becomes an imperative. I have never worked out why. But I am at the window, looking out at the moon, which is staring in. It appears yellow, and lopsided, throwing huge shadows […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 28 March 2014

Richard on March 21st, 2014

Ronald Blythe reveals the source of his knowledge about the Holy Land THIS delectable springtime continues. Lunch in the garden on Sunday after matins. All the birds operatic. The horses on the sloping meadows benign. The Wordsworthian daffodils under the budding fruit trees making a show. “They make a show,” an elderly woman said as she […]

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Richard on March 14th, 2014

Ronald Blythe recalls a dear friend, as he attends her funeral ASH WEDNESDAY: even Joel wails in the wilderness, “Repent, repent!” The white cat slumbers on a paid bill, the sun hot on her breast. The horses converse under the bare may-tree. The garden is covered with flowers. The spring has come. For T. S. Eliot, […]

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Richard on March 8th, 2014

Ronald Blythe is happy to leave choices over new plumbing to the expert THE urgency of late-February days. Winter dawdles, but spring can’t wait. Last week’s mud is this week’s flower-drift. Acres of snowdrops run amok in the wood. And the birds sing. Heavens, how they sing! But in the village, whenI say “Isn’t it glorious?” […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 7 March 2014