Hear ye! Hear ye!
It has been a month of much changing weather, and Waterstock has looked resplendent.
We are still waiting to hear about the development proposal for the golf course, the decision for which has been pushed back into the Autumn.
If you would like to join the Ride and Stride on Saturday September 13th, in support of Oxfordshire Historic Churches Trust, please contact Michael Tyce at Camilla Cottage.
At the moment, Gill reports hedgehogs and kindly requests that you put water out for them in this heat. Michael reports the opposite phenomenon, in an abundance of badgers elsewhere in the village.
Thank you to Sarah for kindly hosting the village at her 4th July gathering this past month. It was great to see so many of you in fine form!
I have moved home for the summer and am learning the drums, so if anyone is interested in a jam/making some music (drum related or otherwise), please contact me on:- cbglmacfarlane@gmail.com.
Additionally I feel there is a wealth of natural music to be sampled and created with around the village, which I would be happy to talk more about with any interested parties. I will leave you with this poem (mainly written by Lewis Carroll), and enjoy your August!
In Waterstock,
Where the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the ditch,
The moorhen cries reach a fever pitch.
Beware the kingfisher my son!
The wings that flap, the beak that spears,
Beware the yapping dachshund (tammy) lest it brings you to tears. (Like this poem.)
The badgers take their vorpal sword,
And do battle with the manxome hedgehog,
And all above the egrets soar, and come to rest upon the summer fog.
Hast thou slain the development?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! callooh! Callay!
I chortle in my joy.
