Archive for February, 2022

Sunday 6th February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 6, 2022 by uppyalf

Be Proud

Be proud, be proud
And yes I am
And a tear I held back
On being so

Near 60 years of being proud
And prouder still I have to be
But on holding back a tear
My lip did tremble

Now you are a man
And I must be a man still
And a father
And you a son
Yet still I held on to that tear

It is not like me
Not of late
To hold the tears
In this anxious state

Hearts and minds
Play such strange games
Man plays the child
And child the man

I am home and he is gone
Gone for a soldier
I have not released that tear
Yet my heart aches to let it go

Be proud, be proud
And yes I am
And the tears I will hold
On being so

Siúil a Rún after 17th century Irish lament

Bish 6/2/2011

Richard 11 years in the army today.

Saturday 5th February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 5, 2022 by uppyalf

Maybe It’s Just Love

Justin Hayward

Just like you I’m searching
Always looking past horizons
Not everytime I’m finding
What I want to lay my eyes on
I’m not always knowing
What I like to know
But here I am a-sittin’
With our favourite music on the radio
Sometimes I smile at what I’m touching
Just because it’s there for me to feel
You know it doesn’t really matter
If it’s in my dreams
Or really real
I’m not always getting what I like to get
But if I keep on moving that’s enough to get me set
’cause everybody’s wearing out their tongues just talking
I think they got nothing much better to do
They say you’re looking for love and all
Somebody strong and dark and tall
Or maybe it’s just love that’s a-lookin’ for you
Just like you I’m searching
Always looking past horizons
Not everytime I’m finding
What I wish to lay my eyes on
I’m not always knowing
What I like to know
But here I am a-sittin’
With our favourite music on the radio
’cause everybody’s wearing out their tongues just talking
I think they got nothing much better to do
They say you’re looking for love and all
Somebody strong and dark and tall
But maybe it’s just love that’s a-lookin’ for you
’cause everybody’s wearing out their tongues just talking
I think they got nothing much better to do
They say you’re looking for love and all
Somebody strong and dark and tall
But maybe it’s just love that’s a-lookin’ for you
Maybe it’s just love that’s a-lookin’ for you
Oh maybe it’s just love that’s a-lookin’ for you

Friday 4th February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 5, 2022 by uppyalf

Thursday 3rd February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 4, 2022 by uppyalf

On driving past a mirror

Driving past a mirror today
You know the sort
Round convexed often muddied
Often coated with grime
I drive past and I always
Try if I can to see my car
I check to see if it’s me
Strange I know
But often it proves to me
In a silly way
That I’m still here

Bish 3/2/2022

Wednesday 2nd February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 2, 2022 by uppyalf

2/2/22

Wootton, then called Wudu Tun – “Estate in the Woods”. The original building was probably of wood and thatch but a stone building was soon built to replace it and survived the probable depredations of the Vikings. We don’t know the date of the Saxon tower base that forms part of the current church.

By the time of the Conquest, Wootton was held by Thegn Wagen, a close confidant of Earl Leofric of Mercia (whose wife we know as Lady Godiva) and very much a part of the late Anglo-Saxon aristocracy. We don’t know what

became of him – he may even have died at Hastings – but he was supplanted by the Norman Robert of Tosny, Earl of Stafford who promptly gave the abbey to a Benedictine abbey at Conches in Normandy from whence the family came.

Tomb of Francis Smith (1522-1605). He was Lord of the adjoining Wootton Manor and a staunch Roman Catholic at a time when this could be a lifespan-threatening preoccupation! Like many of his co-religionists, he managed to duck and dive his way through the dangers of the Reformation to the extent that, as the Church Guide wryly observes, he now monopolises the squint from the eastern chapel through to the high altar. The poor man is paying for his hubris with the most uncomfortable posture imaginable!

John Harewell (1365-1428). The dog under his feet, by the way, tells us that John died a natural death and not in battle.
Harewell was to inherit Wootton Wawen only after the death of his mother (who was still living in 1389), and his early connexions were all with Somerset, where his uncle, John, was bishop of Bath and Wells (1366-86).

It was no doubt Bishop Harewell (a trusted counsellor of the Black Prince and member of the Council appointed in 1378 to assist Richard II) who arranged his first marriage, to the daughter of one of the tenants on the episcopal estates, Sir John Weyland. In 1385 Weyland settled on the young couple the Somerset manor of Loxton, to hold for term of their lives.

Elizabeth did not long survive, but after the deaths of her father and brother the heir to the Weyland estates (some nine manors in Somerset, Suffolk, Norfolk and Dorset) was her daughter, Joan Harewell, who in about 1412 was to marry John Stretch of Ashe, Devon.

Harewell was named as an executor of his uncle the bishop’s will in June 1386 and received from him a bequest of £20. Despite the bishop’s death he continued to have interests in Somerset, where besides Loxton he owned an inn at Wells, and both his second and third marriages were to local women. His most profitable marriage was to Margery, one of four daughters of the wealthy Bristol merchant Thomas Beaupyne.

Tuesday 1st February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 1, 2022 by uppyalf