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I’d thought that the tufted duck season was over in our neck of the woods, but when R and I were driving over Bidford Bridge this morning, on our way back from coffee at Hillers, I spotted four of them … Continued
Normal for Warwickshire
In my childhood, morris was performed politely by men in cricket whites and bowler hats, and I always found it jaw-clenchingly embarrassing. Since then it has gone back to its anarchic folk roots, and I think it’s the better for … Continued