Early this week, I heard George Butterworth’s setting of “And Is My Team Still Ploughing”. Butterworth was so talented and died in the First World War slaughter. That put me in a nostalgic mood as I thought about those times and the seemingly picturesque land of my birth back then.
This morning, R3 played Vaughan-Williams’ setting of “On Wenlock Edge”. The same longing for a now non-existent has come back to me.
I don’t suppose those story-book times really existed. Life, especially in rural areas, was incredibly harsh back then.
Sorry if this sounds like an old man moaning. I am trapped by the past, and often enjoy strolling down memory lane, and through the twists and turns of historical things which happened even before I was born.