Whether it be a fine day or no’, today we be a beatin’ of the bounds. Our Tommy aren’t none too keen, for all ‘e ‘as ‘is stick o’ white willow ( altho’ that be fer the beatin’ o’ ‘im ) I ‘ad just finished winding my willow with milkwort and a fine ribbon, when ‘at look as if ‘s time to be a goin’. First we’s headin’ fer the olde elderne stub at Washford. Pastor Wigmore will be headin’ up, prayin’ and a callin’ on Gods blessin’ at every stone ‘n’ tree as marks our way, askin’ fer the fruit o’ the earth to come good, and sevral of them poor boyes will be ‘avin’ their hides tanned fer ’em, all the better for them rememberin’ where our Parish begin and ende. Tha’s always a bit o’ fun tho’. I got my neighbours w’ me and many a boy will get ‘imself chucked in the streme, do’em good i say. Tha’s seven mile round our Parish and I shall be good and ready to get t’ Furzey Mill Pitt, where all on us will squat down and tuck into a skinvull of Beere and Cake-bred……..
at the Gospel oak
not only the boys