Welcome to the Rudloe and environs website.
Here you will find news, articles and photos of an area that straddles the Cotswold Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty in north-west Wiltshire.
Contributions in the form of articles or photos are welcome. Even those with completely contrary views to mine!
Thanks to the website builder 1&1 and Rob Brown for the original idea.
Rudloescene now, in January 2014, has a sister, academic rather than anarchic, website about Box history here: http://www.boxpeopleandplaces.co.uk/
It contains thoroughly professional, well-researched articles about Box and its people.
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13th July 2018 - the page title may seem to be an Americanism but, having recently read Wolf Hall (after it being on the bookshelf for about five years), one of Henry VIII's (and presumably other monarchs') lackies was (something like) 'aide of the diaper' (aide is not the correct term but I'm not going to search through 650 pages looking for the references); in other words, the bloke that wiped Henry's arse and then 'sorted him out'.
This pile of litter in Bradford Road contained five used (of course) diapers. So the perpetrator is a local (it would have been hard to chuck this lot from a passing car) family/mother/father/whatever with a baby who shops at Aldi (the 'bag for life' is Aldi's).
Having gathered, nicely, this lot together, one carried them to the Rudloe bus stop (see picture) and reported it as a fly tip to Wiltshire Council. But whether this lot is in the hedge or in a landfill it makes little difference to the big picture - 'we' have made and are making an almighty mess of this ancient planet in just a few generations. The rubbish was 'replaced' by road kill, a muntjac (see picture), just a few days later.
22nd July 2018 and Christmas comes early to Boxfields Road (see title picture)
France is a wonderful country; the only trouble is its full of the French; England is a wonderful country; the only trouble is ... This Christmas tree was undoubtedly in some English garden until a few days ago when its owner decided to share the love with the rest of us by chucking it into the verge, on top of the comfrey that graces the eastern end of Boxfields Road. If only he/she had placed it nicely by the side of the road (as I now have done), passers-by could have admired it until its removal by Wiltshire Council. Also by the Boxfields Road 'passing place' (I'll have a moan about these signs on another occasion) is a small, plastic container and a pile of used bog paper (could be mud but I doubt it in this weather).
In a recent TV article on the Salisbury novichok affair, an 'official' of some kind stated that people should not pick up anything that they themselves had not dropped. Could this be the end of litter picking enterprises? I think not ... we shouldn't be further infected through the fears perpetuated by the 24-hour news industry.
The 'fear' of discarded stuff has even crept into the lives of the younger generations. On a recent outing, our granddaughter went to pick up something that looked interesting whereupon our grandson called out "Don't touch that, it might contain Stokavitch". The word Stokavich continues to be used in the family's vocabulary.