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Love of Plaxtol has to see beyond the opening of the year. It’s not always easy to be inspired by the parish in the months of January and February. Of course, there are the occasional shining days — a dazzling frost and soul-soaring sunrise — but, on the whole, these are the months when Plaxtol […]Read more
These furrowed and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by its capricious hedge … these are the mother tongue of our imagination, the language that is laden with all the subtle inextricable associations the fleeting hours of our childhood left behind them.
George Eliot (1860)
Just a quick post with a link to a piece by talented calligrapher Patricia Lovett MBE about the beautiful Roll of Honour which she created for Plaxtol.Read more
Yesterday, I saw my first swifts of the season. In Plaxtol’s high street, a faint and much-loved cry made me look up, and there they were: three sickle shapes winging overhead.Read more
Every man almost is a builder, and … will not be quiet till he have pulled down the old house (if any were there standing) and set up a new after his own device.
William Harrison, Description of England (1577)
April has been a month of profound contrasts. Remarkably warm days a couple of weeks ago have brought wildflowers, garden blooms (many tulips have come and gone) and fruit blossom out much earlier than usual.Read more
History marches with nature, and each is the richer for the discourse.
Sue Clifford, co-Founder, Common Ground
Blogging at The Farm Upon The Hill, Kate Morris is a working vet living on a Pembrokeshire dairy farm with her partner and two small children. In a recent post she tackled the question of enjoying the countryside in safety. Her observations struck a chord with me, and so I have reblogged her reflections here.Read more
Land use statistics are abstract. What matters is people’s experience of the countryside. If a couple of small fields are developed, that will not make a dent in the statistics, but it matters hugely to people for whom those few fields are the countryside as they experience it every day.Read more
I love the days of bright sun and hard frost, the intense colour of the oak trees, still holding their orange leaves.Read more