Editorial
ONE WANDERS LONELY AS A CLOUD, when all at once - What's this? - a crowd! A host of golden...um...dandelions? Nope. Buttercups? Nope, can't be right either. Ahh... Greater Hawksbeard of course (well possibly)...
Yes, Priorites shall walk in Fields of Gold, well at least behind Pulpit Corner they will, where the messy rubbish bemoaned in April's Crier has all but magically vanished (thank-you, vanishing person (s)) and nature's golden carpet comeback (NOT that rampant rape featured elsewhere in this issue) is a joy to behold.
Just in time, as it happens. Anyone venturing out onto the Dyke walks during
the Bank Holiday could not fail to notice unaccustomed hordes of Guardian
Readers all proceeding in much the same direction, having doubtless noted the
Pulpit Corner/Dyke/Barston Drove route in the list of 50 Best UK Walks recently
appearing in that publication.
Also featured were local hostelries, Prior's Red Lion and Reach's Dyke's End, but GUESS who just had to be shut on that Bank Holiday Monday? Well, it wasn't the Red Lion, anyway...
Meanwhile, are our local farmers' Points Mean Prizes set-aside schemes (see April Crier) having effect? This month's Bulbeck Beacon reports the return of the cuckoo, while the rest of us hastily dust off Wild Flower Compendiums in desperate efforts to decode resplendent newly wide-verged hedgerows. Finally, a good initiative? Surely not.
The Village Assembly was relatively well attended and much cheered up, as indeed equally augmented, by a visit from the Scouts. On Ascension Day, the angels were singing in the heavens (oh alright, Cambridge Voices in the Church Tower) and NB: JAZZ ON A SUMMER'S EVENING will be on A SUMMER'S AFTERNOON!