March 7th, 2019

The Longest Church In Kent

Following on from the smallest church in Sussex, here's the longest church in Kent- All Saints, Lydd- sometimes called The Cathedral of Romney Marsh- 199 feet from end to end, with a tower that's 132 feet high.

So Frustrating

Oh look, little yellow birds! I think they're yellowhammers but where's my big bird book?
No problem. I put all the reference books in the bookcase in the lobby. Only...erm...the big bird book isn't there. Which means it could be anywhere. O rats.

By this time Ailz has hit a few keys and there are pictures of yellowhammers all over her computer screen. And, Yes, I was right; the jolly little things hopping about the base of the feeder match the images. And they're a kind of bunting- bigger than most.

But, O where, O where is the big bird book?

The reorganising of the bookshelves I did earlier this year hasn't made it any easier to find things...


I wish they- by whom I mean journalists and politicians- wouldn't use "myth" to mean "falsehood" or "misconception". A myth isn't either of those things. It's a truth- but not a prosaic truth; it's a truth about the inner reality of things....

I'm not satisfied with that definition, but then the point of any word is that it stands for a quiddity that cannot be expressed adequately by any other words. There is no such thing as an exact synonym. A myth is a myth is a myth just as a rose is a rose is a rose. Accept no substitutes.

One good thing about it: if the misuse of the word occurs near the beginning of an article- or in a headline- you know you can stop reading right there.