Diptford is the village name, though Saxon in origin, it has been spelt in various ways: Dupaforda- Deepeford. It is most likely that the little stream which I crossed on the road near Crabadon is where the name arises from, not down on the Avon ( Avon means river and that is a Celtic word).Continue reading “History running in the Slow lanes”
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Garden and Hens
A bit of a love hate relationship exists – we love to let the chickens out and let them free- range but we have to accept that they choose what to eat and trample in .Newly edged borders resemble quarries in a matter of minutes once a new area becomes a dust bath. They areContinue reading “Garden and Hens”
South Devon Banks in May
Written this morning to catch the beauty before it is gone. Elevated in tiered position, Ephemeral clouds of white froth of Cow Parsley Drift above slender stems; Elegant Queen Anne’s Lace In vogue and favoured. The Violet velvet of Bluebells Fades gracefully beneath; Statuesque monarch To central orb. Sparkling woodland celebrities- Fluted rubies of RedContinue reading “South Devon Banks in May”
First Light
Poetry
Running in the Slow Lane Running with the pace of life is fast Journeys taken without concern or care Words used and carelessly abandoned Targets and deadlines replaced there. Among the burgeoning piles of file-paper The overflowing nature of our lives Where mindfulness becomes one extra chore And our mental well-being’s in demise. Did itContinue reading “Poetry”
Ruth Partridge 