Horses by Ted Hughes

I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,

Not a leaf, not a bird-
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood


Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining the darkness

Till the moorline – blackening dregs of the brightening grey –
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:

Church in the Pub

 The local church in your local.

 Why not join us for a pub quiz at the Wendover Arms on Tuesday 26th June.


Teams are up to 4 people and entry is £1 per person?

Church in the Pub generally meets every other Wed at 7.45pm to chat about Christian issues in real life. There is a speaker to guide us and  last time Sam Mason told us how faith, hope and love overcome  hurdles.

Next session on Wed 20th June will be Sarah Mordaunt from the One Can Trust ,who provide food parcels to those, in crisis

 Begin using your hands for honest work, and then give generously to others in need.

Ephesians 4:28

I vow to thee............

Your feedback

Michael (UK) said

I have you to thank for ever for changing my course
and road in life "

Nuff said
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Tim (Peru) said

" Butlers Bridge is bloody brilliant "

Nuff said.

Lost Boyhood

The Turf stack stood beyond the midden by the byre

The last track that led to the Rock Heads

To the straw-bed sheep shed snug in the worst of Winter

To the muddied gate cracked-dry surface in Summer

To the last outpost of boyhood

The Trees

Are we a Tree?
that grows and grows
four score years or more
save some sudden storm