Glastonbury Thorn is a tree down in Somerset surrounded by legend. It’s claimed that Saint Joseph of Arimathea thrust his staff into the ground and it was miraculously transformed into a tree. During the war, Churchill, a lover of all the old English traditions, was so concerned for the thorn’s survival that he had saplings sent to all the corners of Britain so that it would continue even if the Germans managed to attack this ancient symbol of England.
We have many trees of every shape and size in Gainsborough, and many woods and forests, too. Read the rest of this entry »
I commend the good sense of Lincolnshire County Council for backing down over the issue of Mr McCullough allowing his seven year old daughter Isabelle to walk twenty metres to the Bus Stop every morning. It is nice to hear that parents are still allowed to bring up their children.
Many people my age will fondly recall their daily journey, often on foot, to the world of wonder and learning. Whilst I am not advocating a policy of forced hiking before the 9am start, The chaos which lay in the wake of Isabelle’s 20metre stroll to the bus stop is a sad comment on the Nanny State mentality. However, I find the outcome encouraging. Read the rest of this entry »