Postal Porridge

Sir Porridge, being an oat of the world, prides himself on his categorisation skills and was surprised indeed to learn that this bright, metal cylinder calls itself - in gold lettering, no less – a post office.

He was disappointed to hear that Queen Victoria, the ruling monarch at the time of its installation has long since moved to the great throne in the sky. I think he may have been hoping to meet the great lady.

The Vicar of Turville

Years ago, I found a newspaper article about Turville. (The village is a very old hand at being mentioned in print, having made it into the Anglo-Saxon chronicles in 796.) That piece of paper became something like a science-fiction movie prop, glowing in my drawer, pulling my eyes and mind and resources to it.