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  • Remembrance Sunday in Rutland

    Across Rutland, as elsewhere, we marked Remembrance Sunday in our little village church, trying to time the start of the service perfectly, so that the names of villagers past who died in both World Wars could be read out before the 11 o’clock deadline.  Thankfully, the church clock was keeping time for once, and the list was read, and the two minutes’ silence started about 10 seconds before 11am struck, so the clock chimes rang... Continue reading

  • Flailing around Rutland

    Flailing around Rutland

    It’s hedge cutting time in Rutland. And unfortunately, the only way that farmers cut hedges nowadays is with a flail cutter that chews stems and spits sharp splinters for yards around.  The hedges look tatty, they’re simply chewed at the top and subsequently grow leggy and thin at the bottom. And you have to watch for punctures if you’re unfortunate enough to drive down a country lane that’s just been cut. I guess I should... Continue reading

  • Bonfire night in Rutland

    What a horrid evening it was – damp and cloudy – not great weather for Bonfire night and a shame for so many Rutland village firework parties.  Ours is organised every year by the Pub, who do a wonderful job with a superb display of fireworks, a roaring bonfire and a great social event.  It’s all in aid of charity – Help for Heroes – because the landlady’s son is in the Army.  Volunteers went... Continue reading

  • The end of Autumn?

    The end of Autumn?

    The clocks go back tonight, so it is certainly the end of British Summer Time – and as it is November on Monday, I count this also as the beginning of winter.  Yet the glorious sunshine and mild temperatures in Rutland today have given the lie to the date.  This morning some cheerful volunteers planted up another stretch of verge on the village High Street with daffodils ready for the Spring. Sadly (?!) I finished... Continue reading

  • A hard winter ahead for Rutland?

    A hard winter ahead for Rutland?

    If the berries in the hedgerows of Rutland are anything to go by, we’re in for another hard winter.  In my four years in the county, I have not seen brighter, or better or more berries than now adorn the thinning hedgerows.  Rosehips in particular.  And hawthorn.  As last year, the sloes hang so heavy, they bend the blackthorn branches low.  Rutland’s blackberries have also been superb this year: so many that I have been... Continue reading