I was standing by the back gate of the old rectory this morning—a fine mid-Victorian property, though the drainage hasn’t been right since the sixties—watching the frost settle on the hydrangeas. It struck me how many people spend a fortune on fancy, plastic-wrapped gadgets and expensive chemical sprays when they’re trying to figure out how […]
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I spent forty minutes yesterday walking down Mill Lane—the one with the drainage issues that always makes the footpath a bit of a bog in November—and I saw three teenagers sitting on a damp stone wall, staring at nothing in particular. It struck me then that we spend far too much time in parish meetings […]
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I remember standing in the driveway of a lovely 1930s semi over in Upper Clatford during a particularly nasty spell of rain last November. The owner was clutching a glossy, printed insurance report like it was a holy relic, swearing the house was “low risk” because the official map said so. I just pointed toward […]
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I was out by the allotment this morning, just past the old stone wall I attempted to mend last Saturday, and I saw Mrs. Higgins lugging around a heavy-duty vacuum sealer she’d bought online for a small fortune. It struck me then how much nonsense there is out there regarding how to preserve runner beans; […]
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I was standing outside number 42 last Tuesday, watching a delivery van try to squeeze past a silver Audi on a stretch of tarmac no wider than a garden path, when it hit me. Most estate agents will spend your entire afternoon talking about “characterful access” or “convenient shared parking,” but they won’t tell you […]
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I remember sitting in the village hall last autumn, watching a young man from the district council try to explain how to run a community survey using a fancy digital platform that required a login, a password, and a high-speed connection. He was talking about “data acquisition metrics” while Mrs. Higgins, who has lived in […]
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I was out by the old flint wall behind the church last Tuesday—the one that was rebuilt in 1894 after the heavy frost—when that familiar tightness crept into my chest. It wasn’t a structural issue with the masonry, though I spent half my career looking at cracks in foundations; it was that old, hollow feeling […]
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I spent most of Tuesday morning wrestling with a stubborn Hawthorn specimen near the old boundary wall—a structure, I might add, that was built around 1840 and has seen better days. It reminded me of a mistake I saw a young couple make down the lane last spring; they thought they could just stick a […]
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I remember sitting in a drafty kitchen in a mid-1970s detached bungalow near Salisbury, clutching a lukewarm mug of tea and listening to a young couple cry because the house they’d spent six months saving for had vanished. They’d had their offer accepted, the solicitors were already shuffling the paperwork, and then—out of nowhere—the seller […]
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I was halfway through the hallway of my nephew’s cottage near Salisbury last Tuesday—a lovely little thing built around 1890, though the floorboards had seen better days—when I heard it: that dreaded, hollow click-clack of a poorly fitted plank. He’d tried to save a few quid by skipping the underlay, thinking he could just whip […]
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