As the year ends, the light fades and the cold of winter deepens, but for a moment a beautiful song of hope is filling the air as it did for Thomas Hardy.
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Stonehenge, Sarum and that Spire
Passing over Salisbury Plain we travel through a world of pre-history and mystery. Everywhere, the unmistakable bare bones of ancient Britain can be clearly seen. Continue reading “Stonehenge, Sarum and that Spire”
Autumn Winds
An angry sky and strengthening autumn winds indicate that rough weather is approaching. Time to batten down the hatches. Yet gales can bring unexpected benefits.
November in an English Village
The Romans were here, we have an Anglo-Saxon English village name, a Norman Church and we are still a thriving community. What would Gilbert White have written about us, I wonder. Continue reading “November in an English Village”
