....and Christmas Mourning

 

Christmas Morning!

A Happy Christmas with Bill Badger and Izzybizzy

 

 

 

 

 

Bill Badger's Winter Cruise by BB (DJ Watkins-Pitchford - Reindeer Books 1959)

 

 

 

At The Sign Of The Rainbow

 

A Merry Christmas 1931 - Margaret Calkin James
 

Christmas Cards Part 4

Peaceful and Prosperous - Bernard Venables

Happy and Abundant - Bernard Venables

The Spider in the Web

 

 

 

Christmas Cards Part 3

Christmas Greetings - DJ Watkins-Pitchford

The First Snow, Lochiel's Country - DJ Watkins-Pitchford

Christmas Gathering - DJ Watkins-Pitchford

Christmas Cards Part 2

Happy and Beneficent - Bernard Venables

Festival of Christmas - Bernard Venables

Comfort and Contentment - Bernard Venables

Christmas Cards Part 1

Midwinter in Appin - DJ Watkins-Pitchford

The Rival - DJ Watkins-Pitchford

The Lonely Road - DJ Watkins-Pitchford

 

One of the joys of knowing such lovely people as BB (DJ Watkins-Pitchford) and Bernard Venables was the eager anticipation at Christmas time awaiting the arrival of their card in the post - all kept as most treasured items and a splendid Christmas present in themselves.

 

Over the next few days I will do my best to share a few of them with you and hope you too enjoy them just as much.

 

In The Darkest Cellars Underneath

Who lives in a house like this?

 

 

Where Shall The Nighted Showman Go?

 

 

 

Where have all the leaves gone?

Something seems to have passed me by this late autumn. It only seems like yesterday that I was fishing a swollen Hampshire Avon in glorious autumn sunshine thinking of chub and perch. The leaves were still only just hanging on, the clouds mesmerising in their formation and movement and Christmas a fair way away.

I had planned a few bankside forays, but alas it was not to be and as if by magic here we are totally leafless, damp and cold - winter has come, the wood burner is belting out warmth and the yule log has already been gathered. I seem to have lost a complete month.

That was in fact my last trip out and a nice chub nudging five pounds was my reward from a river that was just coming out of bank and has pretty much stayed out of bank ever since. Even though the day was glorious I did hunker down under my old Efgeeco canvas brolly to escape the wind. Away with my thoughts watching the clouds and taking stock of the year so far. The pub, as ever, was very welcome at the end of the day after sloshing knee deep back to high ground.

All being well I'll manage a pre-Christmas trip before the traditional Boxing Day pike session which seems to involve more eating, drinking and merriment than normal and that's saying something.

Post Early!

Margaret Calkin James 1936
 

John Nash - Rural Postman Sketch 1935
 

Barnett Freedman 1938
 

When the Wolves Were Running

We are now at the time of waiting for the arrival of Christmas - we have started to read The Box of Delights (John Masefield 1935) as we do every year at this time. At some stage during advent we will watch the wonderful 1984 BBC TV adaptation. We usually time the last episode with Christmas Eve - a fully stoked fire, large pot of tea with muffins and crumpets galore.

Both of the Masefield Kay Harker adventures (The Midnight Folk 1927 and The Box of Delights) would firmly be on my desert island book list. I have not read any book that has transported me to other places as these two books have done - the joy of sharing it with my own children is just as exciting as the day I was given a copy at school.

As it happens the BBC Radio 4 programme A Good Read featured The Box of Delights this last week. Presenter Harriett Gilbert was joined by soon to be TUC General Secretary Frances O'Grady and medical historian Ruth Richardson to discuss their favourite paperbacks. You can listen again here, but do not be put off by O'Grady's grumpish review.

Sara Ogilvie - Box of Delights Folio Society Edition

There will be more snippets from this delightful book over this advent period for which I offer no apology. If you watch the BBC TV adaptation, parts of it were filmed at Eastnor Castle in Herefordshire. When Kay and the Jones children sail their boat and are spotted by Abner Browns gang it is only feet away from one of my very first wild carp fishing pitches! As a young lad I was driven to Eastnor on a regular basis to fish off the dam wall and had many an adventure of my own in the grounds of that magnificent castle. If only the wolves were running then.