13 OCTOBER 1944, page 14

Coun Try Life

MY Kentish village happens to have been one which, during th e u years of threatened invasion, was classified by the military author: , as "a nodal point." And the chief......

Dissident Doctors

Ste,—The uninitiated reader must have found it difficult to detect the true motive behind the essay in vilification which you permitted to appear in the issue of September 29th.......

Something New In Pests This Week. I Noticed A Few

days ago an oily stain on a lower lawn, and thought it was caused by droppings from the mower. But today it was twice the size, and on being examined, proved to be a mass of......

The Fleming Report

Snt,—I share Dr. Terry Thomas's misgivings about the Fleming Report. It divides the membership of the G.B.A. into the sheep and the goats. The independent schools fare quite......

Solitary Countrymen

It is not an easy matter to get to know countrymen. Their, labour in the fields and small workshops keeps them dispersed and solitary, and this work-habit colours their mental......

Positive Achievement

But no invaders came by land or air. Have we then, felt disgruntled, and damned the time as wasted on that training in signals, intelligence, mapping, and arms? I don't think......

John Buchan

Sta,—I am engaged in preparing a book about my husband John Buchan, Lord Tweedsmuir, with the help of Dr. G. M. Trevelyan. I should be greatly obliged if any of my husband's......

The Countryman's Knowledge • And What Is The Countryman's...

I think it is usually a knowledge of things present; things he sees, hears, smells; sensuous con- tacts that affect his daily life. History is a shadow to him. I have been out......

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Figs And Grapes

Sut,—The writer on " Country Life " in your issue of October 6th, who contrasts with the Midlands the " almost subtropical" climate of Kent, where he has gathered " ten green......

The Soldier Woodman I Got To Know One Oldish Woodman

quite well. He was a glassy-eyed soldier and his spats never met the ends of his trousers. One day he approached me rather sheepishly, and spoke over his shoulder as though......