Welsh Country - Nov Dec 2018
This is a complete issue of Welsh Country from Nov-Dec 2018
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STORIES IN STONE<br />
head and died. Of course for many, times were hard. Men<br />
would beat the holly bushes to flush out blackbirds.<br />
His description of Christmas Day in Clyro in 1870 is<br />
particularly eye-watering. There was an intense frost on<br />
Christmas Eve and when he climbed in his bath in his room<br />
in the morning he found himself sitting on a sheet of thick<br />
ice. It broke into large pieces with ‘sharp points and jagged<br />
edges’ all around the sides of the bath tub. He writes, rather<br />
phlegmatically, that ‘it was not especially comforting to the<br />
naked thighs and loins.<br />
“<br />
The keen ice cut like broken<br />
glass. The ice water stung and<br />
scorched like fire. I had to collect<br />
the floating pieces of ice and pile<br />
them on a chair before I could use<br />
the sponge and then I had to thaw<br />
the sponge in my hands for it was<br />
a mass of ice.<br />
”<br />
Thankfully Francis Kilvert had his reward for such<br />
bravery. As he walked to the Sunday School ‘the road<br />
sparkled with millions of rainbows, the seven colours<br />
gleaming in every glittering point of hoar frost.’<br />
It is a vanished world, a traditional Christmas card<br />
made real – and so this piece about Francis Kilvert is my<br />
Christmas card to you all, from myself and my family, and<br />
from Charlotte Wood who always provides such striking<br />
illustrations. A merry Christmas indeed to all our readers.<br />
Words: Geoff Brookes<br />
Illustration: Charlotte Wood<br />
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