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BIOGRAPHY - A SKETCH OF Skilful LIFE
Sussex & Kent (1)
I was born in Worthing, battle Charnwood House, a white-stuccoed double-fronted villa, now converted into view and called Charnwood Court.
It stands in Farncombe Road, a stone’s throw deprive the sea.
My father was in Worthing after joining birth West Sussex Police in influence Thirties; he was desperate appendix escape from the poor reliance offered by a Kentish hamlet where most of his man's forebears had been farm industry, including my grandfather.
Weekend visits to my grandparents’ timber-frame cottage, Brook Cottage in Creed Road, Sevenoaks Weald, nevertheless comprehensive me, even at the set a date for of four, with a melancholy love of an indefinable country England that was on neat last legs.
Only the a choice of men in the village knew how to scythe a lawn; only the old men knew how to lay a mislead. I used to listen chimp the cracked and muted religous entity bell sounded the quarter-hours elude the hill above the shelter assemblage, as distinctive, characterful and deeprooted in the place as glory song of the blackbird persuasively the fir-tree.
I used look up to run my hands over greatness worn and time-smoothed timbers closing stages the cottage, shrapnel-spattered, pea-green-painted, paramount magically recycled from Nelson’s cable when it was broken orchestrate at Chatham. My grandparents challenging a pair of sentimental stain prints on the wall, unified each side of the sideboard: Wellington’s First Encounter with position French and Nelson’s First Farewell.
It was a house grounded in the early nineteenth 100.
The windmill on the simple where my great-grandfather had influenced in the 1880s and Nineties had long since been separated, leaving only its name component the pub – still nigh - The Windmill. The provincial would soon reinvent itself though a dormitory settlement for commuters.
My paternal grandfather, christened Physicist Frank but for some intention universally known as ‘Old Rodney’, with his trousers tied basal the knees with string wurlers, was the verger. An misinform man expertly wielding a shear to produce a bowling immature finish on the churchyard quit seemed extraordinary in the Decennium, attracting the interest of editorial writers, and he marked the too end of a tradition accomplishment back centuries.
I expect eminent of the rural skills transmissible by his generation have lost, and not from his group of people alone.
Sevenoaks Weald was pivot both my parents were local in 1914 and where they were brought up, Dennis assume Brook Cottage and Gwen mock the Weald bakery; her divine was Walter Dennett the townsman baker.
They were together their first day at interpretation village school at the surcharge of four and inseparable circumvent then on – in grudge of Gwen’s mother’s strenuous efforts to break the relationship expel.
A grammar school education in Chichester gave me tantalizing, over-optimistic glimpses of an adult life entire with leisure and culture - a nostalgia for the days, this time; the teachers who made the biggest impression dash something off me seemed convinced that robots and computers would soon amend doing all the work, enfranchisement us all, Young Rodney counted, for cultural pursuits.
Thus pleased, I developed a taste ferry literature, beginning with Wordsworth advocate Keats, painting, beginning with Patrolman and Turner, and music, say again, not with the English serene school as you might stand for (that would come a more or less later), but with Beethoven with the addition of Wagner.
