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No special knowledge is needed in order to to order in needed is knowledge special No friendly. She sees her children each in place in each children her sees She sings, kettle the shines, horse-brass The architecture, railways and poetry. We are relaxed and and relaxed are We poetry. and railways architecture, edited by Candida Lycett Green (Methuen, 2006) (Methuen, Green Lycett Candida by edited We arrange a programme of events on topics such as as such topics on events of programme a arrange We John Betjeman: Letters Vol 1 & Vol 2 2 Vol & 1 Vol Letters Betjeman: John And ample rectory. ample And gaze. public the from Screened Membership of the Lincolnshire Branch is open to all. all. to open is Branch Lincolnshire the of Membership To village church and village pond village and church village To bed single and wash-stand The POET LAUREATE POET by A N Wilson (Hutchinson, 2006) (Hutchinson, Wilson N A by The little room and me and room little The days her lives she room small this In study and enjoyment of his life and work. and life his of enjoyment and study Betjeman Her full grey eyes look far beyond far look eyes grey full Her dead is knew she world the all Now LoveLincsWolds BETJEMAN inspire our members and the wider public through the the through public wider the and members our inspire by Bevis Hillier ( John Murray, 2006) Murray, John ( Hillier Bevis by @LoveLincsWolds House of Rest of House broadcaster and conservationist. We seek to inform and and inform to seek We conservationist. and broadcaster Biography The - Betjeman John SIR JOHN JOHN SIR of Sir John Betjeman (1906-84) as poet, writer, writer, poet, as (1906-84) Betjeman John Sir of Love Lincolnshire Wolds Wolds Lincolnshire Love The Betjeman Society exists to advance the appreciation appreciation the advance to exists Society Betjeman The Lincolnshire that Tennyson knew” Tennyson that Lincolnshire LINCOLNSHIRE lovelincolnshirewolds.com ON THE TRAIL OF TRAIL THE ON “It is important that we should leave Lincolnshire something like the the like something Lincolnshire leave should we that important is “It JOHN BETJEMAN & & BETJEMAN JOHN SOCIETY BETJEMAN ON THE AREA, VISIT - VISIT AREA, THE ON JOHN BETJEMAN’S VIEW ABOUT OUR COUNTY OUR ABOUT VIEW BETJEMAN’S JOHN OUT MORE ABOUT ABOUT MORE OUT THE OF BRANCH FOR FURTHER INFORMATION INFORMATION FURTHER FOR WHERE TO FIND FIND TO WHERE LINCOLNSHIRE HISTORY MATTERS LINCOLNSHIRE A Lincolnshire Tale A Lincolnshire Church CONNECTIONS AND POEMS Kirkby with Muckby-cum-Sparrowby-cum-Spinx And even in springtime with kingcups about Greyly tremendous the thunder And the wide green marsh as well incolnshire, after Cornwall, was John Betjeman’s SIR JOHN Is down a long lane in the county of Lincs. And stumps of old oak-trees attempting to sprout, Hung over the width of the wold Who sings in the sky with the skylark favourite maritime county. He was drawn to the And often on Wednesdays, well-harnessed and spruce, ‘Twas a sinister place, neither fenland nor wold, But here the green marsh was alight Who calls in the evening bell, Lcounty by friends, by his love of Tennyson, and by the BETJEMAN I would drive into Wiss over Winderby Sluice. And doubly forbidding in darkness and cold. In a huge cloud cavern of gold, Is God who prepared His coming fact that his mother’s side of the family hailed from the And there, on a gentle eminence, With fruit of the earth for his food A whacking great sunset bathed level and drain As down swung the tenor, a beacon of sound, Spalding area. He also loved Lincolnshire’s churches and Topping some ash trees, a tower With stone for building His churches From Kirkby with Muckby to Beckby-on-Bain, Over listening acres of waterlogged ground ON THE TRAIL OF place names, interests that came together in the first of Silver and brown in the sunlight, And trees for making His rood. And I saw, as I journeyed, my marketing done, I stood by the tombs to see pass and repass A POET LAUREATE his Lincolnshire poems, A Lincolnshire Tale. It reflects Worn by sea-wind and shower, There where the white light flickers, Old Caistorby tower take the last of the sun. The gleam of a taper, through clear leaded glass. a part of the wolds that he knew well from visits to his Lincolnshire Middle Pointed. Our Creator is with us yet, friend Noel Blakiston at his father’s rectory at Kirkby- The night air grew nippy. An autumn mist roll’d And such lighting of lights in the thunderous roar And around it, turning their backs, To be worshipped by you and the woman on-Bain near Horncastle. Kirkby is in fact the first word (In a scent of dead cabbages) down from the wold, That heart summoned courage to hand at the door; The usual sprinkle of villas; Of the slacks and the cigarette. The usual woman in slacks, of the poem. All the other place names in the poem are In the ocean of silence that flooded me round I grated it open on scents I knew well, d ohn Betjeman was born in 1906 in north The crunch of the wheels was a comforting sound. The dry smell of damp rot, the hassocky smell. Cigarette in her mouth, fictitious, though they sound authentically Lincolnshire. Regretting Americans, stands The great door shuts, and lessens London and lived in Highgate for most The lane lengthened narrowly into the night What a forest of woodwork in ochres and grains As a wireless croons in the kitchen That roar of churchyard trees ofJ his childhood. He went to school in It is possible to speculate about which church fits With the Bain on its left bank, the drain on its right, Unevenly doubled in diamonded panes, Manicuring her hands. And the Presence of God Incarnate Highgate and later to Magdalen College, Betjeman’s description, but it is likely that it is a conflation And feebly the carriage-lamps glimmered ahead And over the plaster, so textured with time, Dear old, bloody old England Has brought me to my knees. of several, perhaps including Haltham and the fine When all of a sudden the pony fell dead. Sweet discolouration of umber and lime! Oxford. His first book of poems Mount Zion “I acknowledge my transgressions” Georgian church of St Peter and St Paul at Langton-by- Of telegraph poles and tin, was published in 1932. He wrote extensively The remoteness was awful, the stillness intense, The candles ensconced on each high panelled pew Seemingly so indifferent The well-known phrases rolled Spilsby, both of which have three-decker pulpits. for newspapers and journals, and became Of invisible fenland, around and immense; Brought the caverns of brass-studded baize into view, And with so little soul to win. With thunder sailing over And out on the dark, with a roar and a swell, But the roof and its rafters were lost to the sight What sort of church, I wonder? From the heavily clouded wold.

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