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An
Open Letter to the Mayor of Chipping Norton on the Occasion of the Opening
of the Glyme Valley Way
This is a
story about a river that begins its life in one town and ends in another.
It’s also a story about my love for both towns.
The River
Glyme begins as a trickle of life in the hills to the south east of
Chipping Norton. It gathers strength and dimension as it flows south
through quiet fields and folds of hills, through deserted villages,
hamlets and bustling communities. And it reaches its maturity and
the slowness of its old age as it meanders into Woodstock through the
historic watermeadows.
My life
began in Chippy. Or so I’m told. My mother assures me that I
was conceived in a flat above an electrical shop in Topside next door to
the Crown and Cushion. My parents moved away before I was born but
my mother counts her two short years in Chippy at the end of the war as
amongst the happiest in her life. She was a girl from the East End
of London, and Chipping Norton, she discovered, was not full of country
gentlemen and their snobbish wives, but was in fact populated with a solid
core of working class families centred on the Bliss Tweed Mill. She
found, too, that the Co-operative movement was alive and strong in the
town. She felt at home there.
Now,
she’s in her ninety third year and she lives in residential care in
Woodstock. And I, too, like the river, rapidly approaching the end
of life’s meanderings, made Woodstock my home thirty five years ago.
Woodstock’s tradition is very different to Chippy’s. Woodstock’s
traditions are indeed aristocratic. It was a favoured place of
kings. It was staunchly royalist during the English Civil War.
And it famously became home to one of Britain’s most illustrious families,
the Churchills, Dukes of Marlborough.
And yet
…… And yet there was always a hint of scepticism on the part
of the “ordinary folk” of the town towards their aristocratic neighbours.
Always just a hint of “thumbing of the nose” in the direction of
“them up there at the palace”. And Old Woodstock, for centuries
excluded from the town, went one step further by publicly ridiculing the
pomp and pageantry of the “new” town, with a ribald version of its own
“corporation”. Thus, the Mock Mayor and the “Old Woodstock
Corporation” burst on the scene over two hundred years ago. And
they’ve been gently poking fun at the Town Council and its institutions
ever since.
It’s a
wonderful tradition set beside the gently gliding waters of the River
Glyme that flows peacefully and tranquilly from that other great
Oxfordshire town, Chipping Norton
What
better way to celebrate our civic histories and our wider traditions and
cultures than with a long distance path joining us together, The Glyme
Valley Way.
Best
wishes Cllr Colin Carritt Town
Mayor |