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. Its 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 Im 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, shes in her ninety third year and she lives in residential care in Woodstock. And I, too, like the river, rapidly approaching the end of lifes meanderings, made Woodstock my home thirty five years ago. Woodstocks tradition is very different to Chippys. Woodstocks 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 Britains 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 theyve been gently poking fun at the Town Council and its institutions ever since.
Its 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
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