I was going to use ALL of January to research and write a talk I have been asked to give about the Dymock Poets (Edward Thomas, Robert Frost, et al) and had made a good start on the timeline. THEN, as the result of a book I was given for Christmas, about the history of one of the Widdicombe parishes, where the Smerdon family hailed from, and because I have a Smerdon connection in my distant family tree, I had blown the dust off one of my big folders of family history research. On Friday, idle internet browsing suddenly became all-out research, inspired by what I had found. So many more documents and details have been posted by local history societies and family history societies and - should you wish to pay for membership of any of the genealogy companies such as Ancestry,etc you have access to millions of records. HOW things have changed since my initial forays into family history and the contents of the IGI!
Anyway, I am going to do some research this morning and then it will be nose to the grindstone again. It's difficult to change direction of research though, especially when one has the bit firmly between ones' metaphorical teeth!
Meanwhile, if I wake up early (who am I kidding? WHEN I wake up early, every morning!) I go downstairs and read some more of my Phil Rickman novel, which is excellent, as always. No goriness so far, unlike some of his others! At bedtime I am reading the third Ann Cleeves novel, Red Bones.
Right, back to the history and good folk of Ashburton, where a relative of mine (Emma Ferris) was once the village Schoolmistress.