Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Walking Back Home from Nineveh




Lilian Hopkins was our village postmistress at Tysoe. Her sudden death on 21st September 2019 came as a shock to us all. She was a truly wonderful person who was, in so many ways, the hub of village life. She seemed to know everyone by name and there was always an unhurried smile and a greeting to all.
We will all miss her and we all have our memories of her. This one is mine.


Sunday, 29 September 2019

29th September 2019

The season is on the turn. Watching the clouds drag their heels over windmill hill under a crow-scalded sky. There is something cathartic and affirming about walking unprotected in the rain. The coolness of a warm wind on wet skin, as if the sky has been sucking menthol pastilles.

Sunday, 1 September 2019

Climbing haphazard-like to heaven: The Last Winding


After 139 years, on 19th May 2015 the turret clock of St Mary's Tysoe was wound for the last time by hand. This is a reflective record of that last winding using images and video taken at the time.
Words by Richard Goode (2019) Images by Donna and Richard Goode (2013 & 2015)

Wednesday, 13 March 2019

13th March 2019

Today has been filled with the kind of skies in which rook exalt, throwing ragged silhouettes upon the wind. Ecstatic heraldry.

Breathe deep, if you can.
Things are not all right. Nor will they be.
But there are signals of joy.
Like a bush that burns in the wilderness.

Thursday, 19 April 2018

19th April 2018

Sunshine, hot and sticky, drips through the branches of leafless trees. The magnolia is out. Fleshy, sweet-scented hearts playing its yearly game of dare against the spring frosts. Forget-me-not blue above and below me. Intoxicated by the the wind-borne perfume of April's floral wine.