Brazil and Other Stories

Willoughby Memorial Trust Gallery

23rd March to 20th April

‘Brazil and other Stories’
Paintings by Keith Andreetti

Keith’s Artist Statement

“I started painting five years ago just before I retired, but I have always had pictures in my head. I tend to think in stories and the paintings are really scenes from those films running in my brain.

I often wish that the world could be a bit more brightly coloured so I try to help it along. When I was a boy ‘Brazil’ always conjured up the technicolour jungles of my dreams.

Since I met Teresa I have visited her country several times and it is not all quite like that! Still my Brazil is full of macaws and jaguars and even in England the animals can mostly talk.”

From Easter to November, the gallery is open every day (except Mondays) from 12-5 p.m., but will be open on Easter Monday and Bank Holiday Mondays.

Willoughby Memorial Trust Gallery 2016

Exhibition Programme for 2016

23rd March to 20th April
‘Brazil and other Stories’
Paintings by Keith Andreetti

27th April to 25th May
Work by local textile artists group ‘Follow the Thread’

1st to 28th June
‘Summer Exhibition 2016’
Mixed media by Kim Wooldridge, Jilly Shore,
Janey Hill, Mona Storey and Anne Hall

6th July to 3rd August
‘Art and Clay’
Newton Art and Pottery Club members with both pictures and ceramics.

10th August to 7th September
‘Opposites Attract’
Collage artist May Jones and photographer
John Byford.

14th September to 12th October
‘A Changing Rural Scene’
Corby Glen Local History Society

20th October to 18th November
Open Art Competition
Exhibition of all entries

From Easter to November, the gallery is open every day (except Mondays) from 12-5 p.m., but will be open on Easter Monday and Bank Holiday Mondays.

Open Daily …

One of the first things I noticed when I moved to Corby Glen was that it is difficult to find the church. In most towns and villages throughout the country the Parish Church is marked by one or more signposts pointing the curious in the right direction. Sometimes the sign bears the church’s name, and sometimes it simply says ‘Parish Church’. Of course, that isn’t necessary when the church sits on, or next to, the village green but here, in Corby Glen, that is not the case. The Church of St John the Evangelist sits at the end of a cul de sac; it is not particularly visible from any vantage point in the village; it sits there, open daily, unmarked and yet ever present.

At this point in human history, some may ask why the Parish Church should be signposted. Some may choose to think of it as a pretty, historic building that is there to enjoy as and when it is convenient. For others it is a useful oasis of calm in the turbulent rollercoaster ride that we call daily life. For another group, the Parish Church is the natural and convenient place in which to mark the great landmarks in their lives – christenings, weddings and funerals. For one significant group it is a spiritual home – somewhere to go and rest in the presence of God.

The role of the Parish Church in the lives of our communities is steeped in history. Every person in our country lives in a Church of England parish. The system of registering births, deaths and marriages began in the parish system. That link still exists today. Every person in this country has the right to be baptised, married and sent into the nearer presence of God from their Parish Church. Whether you are a church-goer or not, your Parish Church is always there to serve you, and those nearest and dearest to you.

The benefice of the Corby Glen Group (Bassing-thorpe, Bitchfield, Burton-le-Coggles, Corby Glen, Irnham and Swayfield) is greatly blessed with six beautiful and historic churches. They are all so different, and yet they all possess a sense of having been valued and loved for hundreds of years. Every time I step into one of our churches I have a great sense of having been passed the spiritual baton for the comparatively short time I will be the priest here.

As part of my role as your parish priest I go to the church at least twice a day and pray. I go at 9 o’clock every morning and at 5 o’clock every evening to say Morning and Evening Prayer. In doing that I am very aware that I am joining a pilgrimage of Christians who have been saying their Daily Offices (as those points in the day are called) in those places for centuries; I am also joining in a non-stop cycle of prayer that is going on throughout the world today and every day. When I make those visits to the church I am praying not only as a part of the universal church, but also as your parish priest – for you and for all those issues that are so relevant to all of us as we live out our days in this community.

Of course, that responsibility to pray on a daily basis is not mine alone – it is a duty that has been laid upon all of us. At this point in the Christian calendar there is a particular emphasis on prayer and reflection. As we journey through Lent, we are all called not just to take part in some sort of ‘holy diet plan’ by giving up chocolate or alcohol or whatever. Rather, we are called to make some small sacrifice to remind ourselves of the plight of so many in this world who have nothing and, at the same time, we are called to take up something that helps to alleviate the terrible deprivations that are experienced by so many.

Now – I realise that we all have lives that are rooted here in South Lincolnshire but there is still some-thing we can do. Something that is already being done, and something that is free and open to all. We can pray. We can all take that short walk, even though it isn’t signposted, to St John’s (if you live in Corby Glen), or to whichever church is closest to you, and spend a few moments in prayer.

And how do we do that? Well, we push open the gate that is open daily; we pass through the door that is open daily; we sit in the presence of the loving arms of God which are open daily; and we simply ask for His love and peace to pour out on us, and on this troubled and divided world. That’s it! That is all that we are called to do!

At the end of this month the Church will be celebrating the greatest feast of the year – Easter. The Church will be remembering the moment when Jesus Christ was not only crucified by the political powers of his day, but also the moment when he overcame those earthly powers by rising from the dead. We will be celebrating a moment when God made the ultimate sacrifice for all of us. That once and for all-time act of self-sacrifice has laid open the love of God for us all, each and every day of our lives.

I invite you to take that unmarked road to your Parish Church; to go through the gate and door that are open daily; and to say thank you to God for all that is good in your lives and, at his invitation, to lay your troubles at his feet so that you might know the true joy and peace that can only come from God.

Revd Stephen Buckman

Stella’s March

March Many Weathers

January brings the snow – well it did!
February brings the rain – will it?
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
Shakes the dancing daffodil.

When March comes in like a lion,
it goes out like a lamb.

This is probably the most well-known weather saying, and when March does arrive with roaring winds, how we look forward to a mild departure!

March is still Winter until the 20th, the Spring Equinox which is also Palm Sunday, reminding us that Easter Sunday is only one week away on March 27th. The weather in March does influence the coming months as many sayings tell.

March winds and April showers
Bring forth the May flowers.

Fogs in March – Frosts in May.

The fogs and mists in March come with the east wind blowing off the North Sea. Once the wind gets easterly in March it often stays there until May when it brings frosts. This saying is very reliable I have found.

Summer Time, when we put our clocks forward one hour, is also on Easter Sunday, 27th.

In our mild autumn last year we saw daffodils, daisies, snowdrops and other flowers including geraniums and various garden flowers.

March really does welcome the flowers – pansies, snowdrops, aconites, crocus, daffodils, primroses, violets and wood anemones or ‘wind flowers’ – delicate white flowers hanging from dainty stalks, closing their petals at sunset.

On the hedgerows the white flowers of blackthorn look like snow, but the gardens are bright with yellow forsythia, mahonia and purple-red daphne.

The birds are searching for nesting sites, and while the redwings, fieldfares, and snipe begin their journeys northwards, the wheatear and chiffchaff return to our downs and woodlands.

Our faithful friends are getting their bright spring plumage. Once extinct in England, red kite were released in the Midlands in 1995.


Now they are a common sight over our villages. As they feed on carrion they are not a threat to game birds. These beautiful birds with red forked tails are easily recognised as they hover over the countryside.

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed.
And from the elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Edward Thomas

If you want a short-term weather forecaster look for the mole. When it starts to be active and you see fresh molehills, then you can expect a week or so of warmer weather.

Field mice scurrying about, on the other hand, are a sign of bad weather to come; they are storing food.

March tends to be one of our driest months and we remember

A peck of dust in March is worth a king’s ransom.

March has several special days starting with St. David’s Day, March 1st, celebrated by the Welsh. March 6th is Mother’s Day, a day that certainly should not be forgotten. March 17th is St. Patrick’s Day, said to bring warmer weather and many Irishmen wear a bunch of shamrock in their buttonholes in honour of their patron saint, Patrick.

If March comes in all stormy and black
She carries the winter away on her back.

Well, we must wait and see, for this is not always true!

Frogs and toads have made their journeys to the ponds of their choice, to leave their jelly coated egg-spawn. The bats, hedgehogs and the rare dormice are still fast asleep and will not wake until the end of the month, or the beginning of April.

And the spring arose in the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

                                                P.S. Shelley