August 11th, 2019

More Fun

Odi and family came to the farm yesterday. We set up the BBQ in the garage- out of the wind and intermittent rain- and asked Mike to run it. The weather was never bad enough to drive the kids indoors- and they spent much of the time out in the top field petting the horse. Mike and Su went home with a bag of rose hips, snipped from the hedge- and a print-off of a BBC recipe for rose hip cordial.

Who? Why?

Andrew Wingfield Digby.

The name arrived in my head in the hours around midnight- and I spent the longest time trying to put a face to it. I was sure I must have known the feller- if only glancingly...

I looked him up this morning. He's a cricketing parson, approximately my age- who played for Oxford University and Dorset and was once chaplain to the England team. At no stage- that I can see- did our paths ever cross. Perhaps I heard him being gossiped about in ecclesiastical circles- not that I was ever much of a one for that kind of shop-talk- or heard him mentioned in Test Match commentaries. I found a cache of pictures and his face is absolutely unfamiliar.

So where on earth- or out of it- did that come from?