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August 2020                          August 2020
       We  cut  swords,  bows  and  arrows,
       lances,  staves  and  catapults  from
       the  hazel  underwood  and  I  never
       remember  any  serious  problems
       resulting.  We  knew  and  understood
       the  countryside  and  respected  it.
       Everyone  was  physically  fit  and  we
       didn’t  need  tracksuits,  trainers,  or
       replica  premier  league  football
       shirts.  We  simply  wore  old  school
       clothes  or  if  we  had  older  male
       relatives,  “hand  me  downs”.  We  all
       had our jobs to do at home but the
       majority  of  our  time  was  spent  out  and  about  in  fields,  woodland  and
       occasionally  in  ponds  or  even  in  the  “rec”  or  as  the    grown  ups  called  it,  the
       recreation ground, where a cricket bat and ball or a football depending on the
       season, were much appreciated

       Life  was  simple,  the  calendar  was  worked  out  by  the  wild  flowers  that  were
       picked (it wasn’t an offence in those days.) Every boy in the village wanted to be
       the first to bring home a bunch of primroses for his mother, followed in sequence
       by violets, bluebells, cowslips, columbines and campions etc. We  were always on
       the  lookout  for  any  orchid  species  but  were  extremely  aware  of  their  value
       environmentally. Later in the year we would celebrate our natural harvests of wild
       strawberries, blackberries, crab apples, elder berries, sloes, hazelnuts, mushrooms
       and  firewood.  We  didn’t  realise  it  then  but  we  were  conservationists,  botanists,
       zoologists, ecologists all practising a sustainable lifestyle.
                                      We  appreciated  the  natural  world  and  were

                                      taught  to  understand  it.  We  spent  less  time
                                      indoors  because  we  were  in  the  way  of  our
                                      mothers  and  once  we  had  finished  our  daily
                                      chore,  out  we  went.  Today  children  are  so
                                      busy  on  their  mobile  phones  or  laptops,  that
                                      going outside is a chore. How lucky we were
                                      to  have  lived  then,  an  earlier  life,  when  we
                                      knew about seasonality of life, when parsnips
                                      were  in  season,  when  new  potatoes  were
                                      ready  for  digging  and  scraping  and  when
                                      apples  were  ready  for  picking.  Recently  I
                                      asked a young boy whether he knew any wild
                                      birds, He replied, “yes albatrosses and eagles.
                                      I then asked if he knew any of the trees within
                                      sight there were in fact the sycamore we were
                                      standing under and limes, beech, wild cherry,
                                      yew, holly, buckthorn and elder and he came
                                      up with oak tree and there wasn’t one in sight.

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