Walking Back to Fitness
There’s a fine drizzle (mizzle, we call it, in this part of Dorset) as I make my way across the car park in the dark, towards the all-weather sports pitch at Beaminster School in Tunnel Road. The air smells of Read more »
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Talking Turkey by Margery Hookings
The grassy banks behind Medway Farm sound like a babbling brook. The paddock nestles on the lush slopes of Eggardon Hill and the field is full of turkeys. They’re burbling like water flowing over boulders and scrabbling around, displaying tail Read more »
Keeping up the Standard – Margery Hookings
Every year, it’s only at the eleventh hour that I remember to ring Sam Trott about my village fun day parade. But every time, he’s always accommodating—one step ahead, in fact, because he leads the procession. ‘It’s all right,” he Read more »
Every Object Tells a Story
Row upon row of gleaming firemen’s helmets, a bug-eyed fire engine called Barkis from the 1930s and another, older vehicle, made just as the 19th century turned into the 20th, gaze out across each other behind plate glass. It’s an Read more »
Let’s Raise a Glass of Ouzo to Greece
There is a scene in the film Shirley Valentine in which the leading lady rounds on her fellow hotel guests who are trotting out all the old stereotypes as they complain about the Greeks. For the life of me I Read more »
The Belted Galloway by Margery Hookings
Out in the fields, the cattle are moving slowly, chomping on grass, wild honeysuckle and anything that takes their fancy. They’re a cheery looking bunch, these Belted Galloways, and come in three colours—black, dun and red, and each with a Read more »