Tag Archives: Leigh

If the Ash Trees Die so Will Part of Us

I love the English landscape.  In particular I love the landscape of the Weald.  It’s sinuous and sweeping yet still intimate.  It’s strong without being rugged.  It’s ancient without being primal or unshaped.  It bears the mark of human hands, … Continue reading

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Jack O’Leigh

A sharp frost turns the green white.  Children scurry across the hard ground to school, breathing steam train clouds into gloved hands, seeing their familiar world anew, crisp, clear, clean, cold, into the bright sunlight running, racing into the new … Continue reading

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Leigh Gothic

Do not mock the dead, this night of all nights.  The gravestones may read ‘at rest’ but wander between them beneath this haunting moon and you’ll find no rest.  For the dead of St Mary’s lie uneasy on All Souls … Continue reading

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Leigh and the Land

One of the best ways of coming to understand a culture is though experiencing its festivals and celebrations.  That must be as true of England as of anywhere. Of course an English village fete isn’t Siena’s Palio or Pamplona’s bull … Continue reading

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Lazy Saturday Afternoons

I’ve been caught rather by surprise just how much pleasure I get from seeing cricket played on the village green.  It is somehow very reassuring, conveying a sense of continuity and steadfastness. It may not be the blacksmith thundering in … Continue reading

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Village Green Cricket

Growing up in Sussex, cricket was something I rather took for granted. I was a game I’d play with my friends, even when quite young.  I was a keen cricketer by the time I was eight or nine. What I … Continue reading

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