The Day Thou Gavest
by GMW Wemyss
In the latest instalment of the Village Tales, one quiet January day: foalings, births, deaths, plans, and pints, and TMS on the ducal wireless: makes four-and-twenty hours of all that Heaven and Earth can afford. The brewery brews; the modern steam locomotives run; the ill are comforted, and children taught, and the land abides. A day of peace: come, spend it in the Woolfonts.