Strange in the Sticks

A great post about our beloved English countryside and some very odd people. Dave Farmer takes us on a colourful and hilarious tour of his neck of the woods, which is about 100 miles due North of my neck of the woods.
Dave is booked as my guest storyteller for June, so you’ll get a chance to hear more from him then. Meanwhile, hope you enjoy what he has to say here.

Dave Farmer


There’s no denying towns and cities have their share of the weird people and places, but I believe if you want a full dose of strangeness the countryside is the place to go.

Many years ago I read a short yet sincere email in FHM magazine where a European visitor asked a question about London. His most memorable sight upon his first visit to the capital was not Buckingham Palace, Houses of Parliament or Trafalgar Square, but that of a man crouched down on a busy street, trousers around his ankles as he plopped a turd on the pavement.

He wanted to know if that was a normal thing Londoners did.

Personally I’ve not witnessed such an act, and although I find London a fascinating place, I’m glad I don’t live there. It’s noisy and way too garish for my tastes. The local urbanites are rude beyond belief. On every…

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The Object of My Affection

As it’s Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to cast my vote for the most romantic post written by a fellow blogger this year 🙂

Writing Between the Lines

It will be thirty-one years next month since Thom and I sent out this wedding invitation.

(designed by my sister Constance, poem by Langdon Smith).

In his wedding vows Thom borrowed this passage from Robert Browning, “Grow old along with me!  The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.”   I thought they were sweet words, but I was slender and pretty, with my whole life ahead of me; I could hardly imagine growing old, let alone growing old in concert.   Now I understand their import, and cannot believe my good fortune in having found such a wise old soul in such a young man.

Thom gave me the world.   With him I made my very first trip overseas, back in 1987.  We spent five weeks exploring Britain and Ireland.

We loved traveling so much we went back to Europe…

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