Coton, pronounced with the first 0 long as in Seb Coe, is the nearest village to Cambridge on the west side. Beyond the village wide, lazy cornfields open out, glowing in the morning heat at this sultry end of July. After a mile or so a small wood closes in: amber shades frettingsContinue reading “A ramble in South Cambs”
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Editor’s Blog – notes from an English village
A summer evening in Granchester There have been times when I well might have passed and the ending have come– Points in my path when the dark might have stolen on me, artless, unrueing… Thomas Hardy, ‘In Tenebris’ It is cooler now and the meadows have lost the smouldering Tuscan gleam they had lastContinue reading “Editor’s Blog – notes from an English village”
