Away, Landscape, Life

Enjoying the countryside safely

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. Advertisements

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featured, Landscape, Life

The glow of September

Autumn has arrived in the valley. Despite record high temperatures this week, the season can no longer be denied.  Blackberries are ripening exponentially, day after day, spiders’ webs glisten with dew at dawn, and there has been a subtle shift in the spectrum, toward a clarity, a purity of tone which does not exist in summer. […]

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Away, Legacy, Life

The break in the chain

Meat used to be a matter of confidence and pride. Every market town held its own local fat stock show and sale in the weeks before Christmas, where farmers would compete to present the best-finished beef animal and butchers would vie to outbid each other to secure the champion beast and the honour of offering its meat […]

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Legacy, Life

What do you see?

For the uninitiated, the Plaxtol sign can appear baffling. What could a woolly goat standing proudly upon a mountain crag possibly have to do with a parish spanning the Bourne valley in decidedly lowland Kent?

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September in Plaxtol

The robins have begun to try out their quiet song, wistful and meditative, quite unlike their bright carolling in spring. Early mornings are softer now, and chillier. The sun’s light is mirrored in the sky before it rises, mist lies along the Bourne valley like woodsmoke and everything is damp with dew. On fine afternoons […]

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Legacy, Life

Ragwort Alert

It is that time of year again. The cherries are ripe, the plums not yet coloured, the brambles are studded with hard, green, fuzzy promises. Meadowsweet is in bloom, so that lucky damp lanes are filled with the deep honey scent from its curdy panicles of flower … and wherever I go in Plaxtol I […]

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Life

To market, to market …

In rural areas in the nineteenth century, where no other transport links existed and where most local people could not have afforded them anyway, carriers’ carts provided a vital and inexpensive there-and-back-again service between villages and towns, bearing passengers, goods and errands to market and home once more.

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Life

Serenity and vitality

Early this morning, there was a moment of perfect stillness, silent except for birdsong (song thrush, wren, blackbird, dunnock), the crowing of cock pheasants and village roosters, and the ‘chak-chak’ of passing fieldfares. There were no cars, no voices, no hammering or chainsaws. Beneath a fast-moving, pastel sky the parish was a peace.

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