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  • Rutland: eat well!

    Rutland: eat well!

    Lunch was bread and cheese today, after a morning’s shopping in Oakham.  But Rutland is at the forefront of today’s ‘eat well, eat local’ movement, so this wasn’t just any old bread and cheese. Rutland is blessed with great local food suppliers and artisan producers – which makes it easy to eat well. So, today the bread was a small loaf of sourdough fresh from the Hambleton Bakery shop on Gaol Street and the cheese... Continue reading

  • Nights are drawing in

    Nights are drawing in

    Finished work, as usual, at 5.30-ish and thought: it’s still sunny and dry – I’ve got time to take the dog for a proper walk, rather than round the village circuit on a lead.  So it’s up to the bridle-way in the car and along the track.  The dog is ecstatic. The shorter days are already impacting on her fun and she’s thrilled to be on her favourite route. We meet another dog walker –... Continue reading

  • An autumn Saturday: jumbles and bonfires

    An autumn Saturday: jumbles and bonfires

    Rutland’s first frost of the autumn followed by a day of clear blue skies and sunshine.  A perfect day.  I helped at one of our twice-a-year jumble sales this afternoon, a fund-raising activity that has all but died out, according to the faithful who actually queue up from 1.30 for a 2pm kick-off. Our customers don’t come from our own village but from larger villages nearby and the towns – even from Corby.  It’s a... Continue reading

  • The great wall of Rutland

    The great wall of Rutland

    Now decades of ivy has been cut carefully off the wall and piled high in the front garden, ready for several bonfires, I can see the damage to the wall.  And in fact, the ivy is only the half of it. In one place, the wall has developed curvature of the spine, curling over at the top so that it’s about 12 inches off vertical.  It leans so badly that individual stones are being squeezed... Continue reading

  • Never plant an ivy

    Never plant an ivy

    The old stone wall that forms the boundary between my 18th century cottage and next door runs, with a couple of kinks in it, for about 50 yards from the road at the front to the field at the back. It’s between 6 feet and 9 feet high and provides both houses with privacy. It was swamped in ivy which I’m just getting around to dealing with.  I wrote, care of the letting agency, to... Continue reading