Tag: history
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Wandering
I was born in a small fishing port, at the mouth of a river which gave its name to a moor – a wild place. Dartmoor is a lofty range of misty valleys and veiled heights, of bracken and bogs and heather-clad slopes – a haven once for brigands and thieves, untamed men who served […]
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Mother’s Day – A Matter of Family Values
In my country, we have Mothering Sunday. That’s today. It’s the fourth Sunday in Lent, if anyone is interested in the jigsaw puzzle of the Christian calendar, and it remembers St. John of the Ladder, or St. John Climacus (Climacus – climb – ladder; gettit? Don’t you just love Latin?). It was once called Laetare […]
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From a Bedside Table Long Ago
I want to share this picture with you. I know it doesn’t inspire. A dog-eared, thumbed-to-bits volume with its spine all but destroyed, its covers stained with use. In resale terms it would be lucky to get a bid at an auction, or even a second glance. Kipling’s ‘Animal Stories’ sits among the other […]
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