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Life’s a Beech

If the mighty oak is considered to be the king of trees, then beech is the queen. And, according to books on the subject, the beech fairy offers gifts of prosperity and wisdom to all those who acknowledge her presence.

Apparently her speciality is to help people let go of rigid ideas, so that they may move forward in faith and openness. So if you feel restricted by stale routines and preachy protocols, like many of us after fourteen months of lockdown, it’s time to discover the fairies at Kelso Racecourse, where we have just planted an avenue of 24 beech trees and a neat row of beech hedging.

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Seasoned

They say that when you look at the concentric rings within the cross-section of a tree trunk, you can see the differences between the nature of the seasons.

The same would be true if you were to cut me in half at the end of my life. Bisecting the body being a life-ending sort of process, I’d be quite grateful to remain intact until such time as I’ve passed on naturally, but if you can imagine such a situation, this is what you might find…

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Community Chest

The days when you could collect £10 for winning second prize in a beauty contest are almost done. Hasbro, the maker of Monopoly, is ditching such delights in favour of a new set of sixteen saccharine sweet Community Chest cards designed to satisfy the sensitive younger generation.

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Stardust

There’s a sprinkle of stardust scattered across the Cotswolds and I’m not talking about the Winchcombe Meteorite.

It’s the same celestial glow that appears every year at about this time: the shimmering sparks of hope and expectation that spread in anticipation of next week’s Cheltenham Festival.

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Springing

Spring may not have sprung, but it’s definitely springing: the bulbs that we planted around the parade ring in the Autumn are poking their necks through the soil, the oyster catchers (which we christened Brian & Gillian) have returned to the roof of the old stand and the weights have been published for the Grand National.

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