Staunton Notebook – May 2018

Rachel, who manages our sawmill, found a hedgehog curled up under some logs last week.   Rowan, our secretary, remembers seeing one cross the road last year.   Andrew remembers his dog disturbing one at the farm.   So there are some still about, but most of our gang...

Staunton Notebook – April 2018

Sitting in a Cornish cafe last month looking out to sea, a man came into view picking up litter.  With deft movements of his litter stick he conveyed each piece of litter into a bag held open in front of him.  He was not unencumbered, a big pack on his back, and large...

Staunton Notebook – March 2018

Call for the Experts Uncle Fred was a gruff Yorkshireman, with a healthy dislike for ’experts’. He used to say ‘X is an unknown factor, and ‘spurt’ is a drip under pressure’.  A skilled welder, he worked mainly in the shipyards, during and after the Second World War....

Staunton Notebook- February 2018

ROAD REPAIRS There are approximately three miles of drives leading into Staunton Harold, and all but a short section fall to be maintained by the Staunton Estate.  The two main drives by which traffic comes to us are known as the Coach Road and the Heathend Drive....

Staunton Notebook – January 2018

Then and Now  Many of the matters which concern us today are the problems of affluence; – obesity, road congestion, plastic disposal.  How different to how things were when I was growing up, at the end of the Second World War. There were no plastics, of the sort...

Staunton Notebook – December 2017

The Naming of Parts  If you had met Leonard Cheshire, as I did a couple of times, you wouldn’t suspect his extraordinary achievements.  Quiet and unassuming, he led by example.  Awarded a VC for his work as a bomber pilot at the end of the war against  Germany, he was...