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This remarkable collection of old postcards was put together over many years by Kay Cottle. Her husband, John Gunner, has bequeathed the collection to the Haslemere Museum. In the main, the back of the postcards are blank but occasionally, when the message is legible or interesting, it has been reproduced. Bowlers (now Bowlhead) Green; Brook Cottage and Horn Cottage; Broom Squire's Cottage; The Camp Churt Road to the Pride of The Valley; The Clump; Thursley Common; Cosford House; Cosford Mill Thursley Cricket Field; Devil's Jumps; Devil's Punch Bowl Devil's Punchbowl; The Dye House; Entrance to Thursley; The Four Brothers; View of Thursley; Greetings from Hindhead; Greetings from Thursley; Greetings from Witley Camp Greetings from Witley Camp; The Half Moon, Thursley; Hammer Pond; Heath View; Hill Farm; The Hindhead Story (aka The Sailor's Murder), a collection of hand coloured postcards Hindhead, Devil's Punch Bowl; Hindhead, Devil's Punch Bowl, Keeper's Cottage; Huts Corner, Hindhead; The Institute; Kettlebury, Thursley; Lea Park House; Lea Park Lake; Lea Park; Lea Park, The Fountain; The Lookout, Hindhead; Milford Camp, 1903 Milford Camp; Old Dame School; Old Parsonage; Peperharow, Yew Hedge; Pitch Place, Portsmouth Road Post Office, Thursley; Punch Bowl Farm; Red Lion Inn; Red Lion Inn, Thursley, The Garden from the South; Red Lion, Thursley; Red Lion Inn and Portsmouth Road; Red Lion Inn and Red Lion Garage, 1925; The Ridgeway; Rocky Lane, Thursley The Royal Huts Hotel; The Sailor's Stone, Hindhead; Sailor's Stone and Gibbet Hill; Sailor's Stone and Devil's Punch Bowl; The Sailor's Tombstone, Thursley Churchyard; Scenes of Beauty in and Around Thursley (Brook Cottage and Horn Cottage); Smallbrook Farm, Thursley; The Stream, Thursley; The Street, Thursley. The Street; The Three Horseshoes; Thursley - view; Thursley Church Thursley Church; Thursley Common, Pathway to Moat; Thursley War Memorial; Thursley, In Denvil Copse; Thursley Sign; Thursley - views; Thursley, The Firs; Thursley, The Hollow; Thursley - view; Truxford The Vicarage; View at Brook; View at Thursley; View from Devil's Jumps; View from Gibbet Hill; View near Gibbet Hill; View from Gibbet Cross; View from Thursley Church; View in Thursley; "Peace" in Thursley Views of Thursley; Village Hall; The Street; Village, Thursley; Village, Thursley; White Horse, Hindhead; Winding Road, Hindhead; Witley Camp, "I'm Thinking of You Everyday; Witley Camp Post Office View from Racks Close from a postcard posted in 1910. The two large deciduous trees are no longer there and on the left is the granary of Hill Farm Barns, then Hill Farm House, The Old Parsonage, HatchCottages and St Michael & All Angels. Witley Camp Witley Park

Very little information exists on this pub which was on the A3 near Hammer Pond and was demolished in 1975, it was formerly The Anglers Retreat. If you have any information, please email the website. Photo by Peter Shimmon From Kay Cottle's postcard collection The Half Moon Inn on closing down day prior to demolition for the making of the dual carriageway on the A3. It is now the entrance to Warren Park.

Photographs only: see separate entries for: Street House; Wheelers Farm; Opening of Wheelers Farm Granary; Wild Goose; The Lodge; Boxalls; Vine Cottage; Sunset Cottage; Prospect Cottage; Streetfield; Little Green; A Walk Through Old Thursley: * denotes separate entry. HATCH COTTAGE Hatch Cottage, the extension was built on for the Hacks. According to Ann Levy there had been a village shop at the other end No 1 and No 2 Hatch Cottages. Surnames of previous owners include: No 1 - Court; Williams; Knight; Thompson; Dupont; Knight - No 2 - Court; Hack; Hockley; Campbell; Ashley; Boyd Bert and Nellie Williams outside No 1 Hatch Cottages Hatch Cottages were sold in 1952 as part of the break-up of the Cosford Estate. The entries below are from the auction catalogue. THE COTTON HOUSE, formerly RACKS CLOSE Racks Close is an unmade road on the left immediately after Hatch Cottages Racks Close in the early 1990s It has now been extensively modernised and renamed 'The Cotton House'. View from Racks Close from a postcard posted in 1910. The two large deciduous trees are no longer there and on the left is the granary of Hill Farm Barns, then Hill Farm House, The Old Parsonage, HatchCottages and St Michael & All Angels. Sisterly angst on the rear of the postcard! THE LODGE* Wheelwrights and The Street. John Goble and his wife moved to Wheelwrights in Thursley in 1902 to become the village blacksmith and wheelwright. Cruiser Mk IV tanks of 5th Royal Tank Regiment, 3rd Armoured Brigade, 1st Armoured Division, drive down The Street in July 1940 WHEELWRIGHTS* Wheelwrights (HM Land Registry Map below) Mr Goble and son Robert Jean and Arthur Moss Sale particulars in September 2025: https://www.knightfrank.co.uk/properties/residential/for-sale/the-street-thursley-godalming-surrey-gu8-6qf/gld150270 SUNSET COTTAGE* WILD GOOSE* PROSPECT (formerly THE INSTITUTE)* THE GRANARY, WHEELERS FARM* WHEELERS FARM* LITTLE GREEN STREET HOUSE*

Tractors have been important vehicles and farm machines in Thursley for decades. This entry will attempt to capture as many of them that currently exist from the oldest to the most recent - and all shapes and sizes! A typical Thursley tractor gathering! This is a work in progress entry as many more tractors exist in the village, please send your photograph and details via the website: https://www.thursleyhistorysociety.org/contact Many thanks to Peter Goble, Malcolm Coles and James Maclean for their help. Fordson Model N, built 1939, one of the last in orange as it was changed to green after war broke out. This tractor was at a village event and is photographed by The Clump, probably in the mid to late 50s. It is a Ferguson TE20, which was an agricultural tractor designed by Harry Ferguson. By far his most successful design, it was manufactured from 1946 until 1956. The driver was Trevor Sprinks of Bedford Farm with Tom Ranson in bowler hat and tie on the trailer. Another Ferguson TE20 which had seen better days. Framall A, built 1942, is a small one-plow row crop tractor produced by International Harvester under the Farmall brand from 1939 to 1947. This is a Fordson E27N Major , a popular tractor produced by Fordson in Dagenham, England, from 1945 to 1952 . It was initially known simply as the Fordson Major and was developed as a replacement for the Fordson Standard tractor . The driver was John Stovold on Sid Hall's tractor who he worked for at Mill Farm: he, Trevor and Tom were celebrating winning the best kept village in 1960! Anthony Langdale on his beloved Fordson Model N, built in the 1940s, and now owned by his son. Another village Fordson. After war broke out the colour was changed to green and there were fewer body panels in order to save metal. Field Marshall Series 1, built 1946, was manufactured by Marshall, Sons & Co. of Gainsborough, Lincolnshire Pat Coles spraying using a crawler, c 1950 Field Marshall Series 2, built 1947 Field Marshall Series 3, built 1947 Case LA, built 1947, powered by a 6.6L 4-cylinder engine, producing nearly 60 Hp, and considered a big tractor in its day. International Harvester B250, built 1958, has a 30HP 2.4litre 4 cylinder diesel engine Fordson Dexta, built 1959 and fully restored 2018 Massey Ferguson 35, built 1959, is a popular and versatile utility tractor produced from 1956/1958 to 1964 (United Kingdom) and 1955 to 1964 (United States) . It was the successor to the Ferguson TE20 and was a well-regarded, dependable machine known for its agricultural, industrial, and vineyard applications, still remaining a practical and valuable tractor today. Thursley, Punch Bowl Farm, Barn Field, with Bill Edwards, mowing hay on his Masse Ferguson 35; photographed by Monica Edwards, undated but early 1960s. Massey Ferguson 35, built 1960. The model was l aunched in 1958, as the successor to the ubiquitous Ferguson TE20,and was a product of the merger of Massey-Harris and Ferguson. A Massey Ferguson 35, built early in the 1960s and with a modified bonnet. International Harvester B-275, built 1960 James Maclean in his 1964 Massey Ferguson 135 with a New Holland 174 baler (which has worked every year from 1972 to date!) attached. County 1004 Super Six, built 1966 in Fleet, Hampshire. It is based on a For d and features a 100 hp (75 kW) six cylinder Ford 2703E industrial engine. Cowdray Cross; England; Surrey; TPX 13F; Thursley; Zetor 3045; tractor, August 1970 after tractor accident repair. The Zetor 3045 Four Wheel Drive Tractor built in Czechoslovakia and marketed in the United Kingdom by Skoda (GB) Ltd in 1967.  Power was provided by a three-cylinder diesel engine of 32.5 horsepower.  Photo taken by Salosh Edwards. The same tractor on non-agricultural duties at a Rag Day in 1967 on the King's Road, Chelsea. The Rag parade was for the 'Combined London Colleges', and the Zetor lead the parade. Clearly Health & Safety hadn't been invented then: Sean Edwards is the driver! John Deere 1120, built 1971, is a utility tractor produced from 1967 to 1975 by John Deere in Mannheim, Germany. It features a 53 hp (39.5 kW) gross engine. David Brown 885, built 1979, was a popular British utility tractor produced from 1971 to 1980 , known for its reliability and performance. It featured a 47-horsepower 3-cylinder diesel (or gasoline) engine, a 12-speed transmission, and David Brown's Selectamatic® hydraulics . Manufactured in Meltham Mills, West Yorkshire. Peter Scheffers in his Massey Ferguson 565 tedding the silage in the "Top A3" field in the late 1980. The Massey Ferguson 565 is a British-made, 60 horsepower, 2WD row-crop tractor produced from 1977 to 1982 as part of the 500 Series, powered by a Perkins 236 engine . Massey Ferguson 390, is a utility tractor from the 300 series , produced from 1987 to 1997 , available in both 2-wheel and 4-wheel drive versions. It typically features a 76-80 horsepower Perkins engine and a 12-speed transmission. David Brown 1494, built 1987 is from the David Brown 94 series, produced between 1984 and 1988 . It was part of the last David Brown tractors built at the Meltham factory , which was later acquired by Case. Ford 1910, built 1987, a compact utility tractor produced from 1983 to 1987. It features a 32 hp Shibaura 1.7L 3-cylinder diesel engine, with tested PTO horsepower at 28.60 hp and drawbar horsepower at 24.76 hp. The tractor was built by Shibaura in Japan and distributed by Ford. It came in 2WD and 4WD variants. The 1988 Ford 8210 was a powerful row-crop tractor from the Ford 10 Series , known for its durability and suitability for medium to large-scale farming. This model, manufactured between 1982 and 1991, featured a 6-cylinder, turbocharged diesel engine, offering approximately 105 PTO horsepower, and came in two or four-wheel drive options. The Valmet 8100 (4WD) is a four-wheel drive tractor. Valmet is the former name of the Finnish tractor manufacturer now known as Valtra . Valmet tractors were originally produced in Finland starting in 1951. Eure Trad - VST 180D, built in India in the 1990s by VST Tillers. It features an 18.5hp (13.8 kW) VST Shakti engine. Photograph by Philip Traill. Case Puma 160, built 2014, is a 4 wheel drive tractor manufactured by Case IH since 2012. It has a weight of 11 tons and is powered by an engine with a power output of 99.3 kW. It has a travel speed of 40 km/h. Kubota LA1854 has a lift capacity of 1810kg (3990lbs), max height of 3700mm (145.7 inches), and a max raising time of 4.2 seconds.  JCB Fastrac 4220 iCONtractor acquired in 2018 and equipped with a Quicke 6M front loader. This model is a leader in agricultural tractors, known for its speed and full suspension.  Fendt 720, built 2020, is available in different generations with varying specifications, including Gen6 models with ~148 kW (~201 hp) and a maximum speed of 50 km/h, and the newer Gen7 series which offers 164 kW (223 hp) maximum power Fendt 516, built 2022. Specifications vary by model year, but generally feature a powerful engine around 165 HP, Vario CVT transmission, a top speed of 50 km/h, and dimensions like a width of approximately 2.5 meters . The TLE3410 is Iseki’s Premium Economy tractor, built 2022. It is a 40hp tractor ideal for the farm, estate or sports pitches – from muck scraper to harrow or mower to loader. Manitou MT series telehandler, built 2024

If you have any photos of these or any other Thursley Christmas events, please send them to davidjohnyoung51@hotmail.com Christmas Eve visit by Santa and his elves (2002) Barbara McMurray (Homefields) would drive her ponies through the village delivering sweets for all the children on Christmas Eve afternoon. Her grandchildren were the elves! The photographs are of Barbara, her daughter, the grandchildren in the back with the Maclean family outside Sunset Cottage. Photos by Sonya Maclean, 24th December 2002. Nativity Service: Wheelers Farm Barn (2001) Alan and Sarah Traill used to host these and all the village children came along Christmas Eve Carols at The Three Horseshoes Every year since (when?), villagers gather outside the pub where mulled wine and sausage rolls are served, carols are sung and terrible jokes are told by Santa Claus. Photographs PLEASE! Thursley Christmas tree lighting ceremony (2023) This is a very recent tradition (see separate entry) started by Thursley residents near to the Clump and is thoroughly enjoyed by the village: https://www.thursleyhistorysociety.org/post/thursley-s-christmas-tree Christmas Fair in the Village Hall This is a regular event - photos please! Men of Thursley and Women of Thursley Christmas lunches and dinners These regular fixtures in the Christmas calendar began as lunches (when?) and are now dinners: Church Christmas Services There has, of course, been services in our Church since its inception in 1030. Our hard-working vicar, Revd Hannah Moore, and her team now look after four parishes:

Thursley History Society has a long tradition of publishing brief biographies of its villagers as you can discover at the end of this post. Thanks to Tricia Horwood, editor of the Thursley Parish Magazine, we are able to reproduce these lives from a series she is running in the magazine called "A Day in the Life of". We shall continue to update this post until the series is finished. So far we've had the lives: Dr Peter Clarkson, Cardiologist Michelle de Vries, Film & TV Music Supervisor Gillian Duke, Fine Art Publisher James Giles, Reserve Manager Simon Hall, Arborist & Children's Author Byrony Holloway, Show Jumper James Maclean, Environmental Engineer and a Chief Operating Officer James Mendelssohn, Chief Steward at Wimbledon Revd Hannah Moore, Vicar Jason Smith, Director of Commercials Hugh Semper, Airline Captain Murray Shepherd, Racing Car Driver David Young, Book Publisher ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A Day in the Life of a vicar (December 2025) By Revd Hannah Moore The bible says in the story of creation, “Six days the Lord laboured and on the seventh day he rested. This is the model that has been used for clergy, I work a six day week but clergy are always encouraged to “not to look for work” on a Saturday and now with the levels of clergy burnout to try to have two consecutive days off a month. Stipendiary clergy are also entitled to six Sundays off a year, and these are fiercely guarded. As you will see, as I give you a window into my world, this is almost impossible. My job is definitely not nine–to–five and often involves meetings a couple of nights a week. I could not function without my “To Do List”. My week starts on a Sunday evening and I plan the week, listing all the upcoming events, meetings and tasks that need to be completed. There is no typical week in the life of a vicar, but there are some fixed events that I am able to plan the rest of my week around. My day starts with a cup of tea in bed and morning prayer, I particularly like the Celtic Daily Prayer from the Nothumbian Community. I also read a chapter of a theological book. At the moment, I'm reading that Jesus Creed by Scott McKnight. Mondays are normally my day of rest. This is true for three out of four Mondays in the month. On these Mondays, I refuel by doing my hobbies. This includes model building, jigsaw puzzles and catching up with family and friends. I love listening to audiobooks – often crime or history books, and also binge-watch television programmes like Shetland, or Blue Lights and of course cricket matches.  One Monday a month, I  have to prepare to attend the Bishops' Council meeting. This involves reading lots of papers before trying to take the rest of the day off. On Tuesday, my focus turns to schoolwork. Every Tuesday, I conduct an assembly at St James School in Elstead.  I love going into the school and engaging with the children. Visiting the school also allows me to care pastorally for the Headteacher and the staff. Sometimes I'm able to visit Little Ducks Nursery and share a bible story, with lots of actions, and sing some songs. After the assembly, I head off to the parish office to catch up with Nicole, our Group Parish Secretary. Normally, after a good catch-up and lots of laughter, we focus on the week ahead; checking the upcoming service booklets, creating any special service booklets, preparing the Church News, including my little reflection for each newsletter and updating the parish dashboard safeguarding portal. During busy times in the church calendar, such as Easter or Christmas, there are at least 12 books to prepare or, if the liturgy needs updating, to compile. On Tuesday afternoon, I tried to sit in my “thinking chair.” If I'm preaching on a Sunday, I read the Bible passages, listen to a selection of commentary apps and podcasts and read the various Bible commentaries.  This reflecting exercise continues throughout the week. I compare this process to percolating like a good coffee; ideas need to drip through the filter paper,  as I try to formulate a sermon for Sunday. Wednesday morning starts with morning prayer at Saint Nicholas, Peper Harow. Everyone is invited to attend morning prayer from across the parishes, but presently, about five of us meet to pray. After morning prayer, I try to keep  Wednesdays as an “admin only day”. This admin-only day often includes working on faculties, which are the permissions needed to put anything up in or change anything in the church building or churchyard. I have recently had to learn how to do planning applications as part of the St James project. I would also give some time to prepare special services such as the service for Hillary and Pat, or a wedding blessing, a wedding or baptism or a funeral. One of the other roles I have in the diocese is as an Assistant Diocesan Director of Ordinands (ADDO). An ADDO is someone who journeys with people as they try to discern their vocational calling. I have been doing this for a number of years now. One of my candidates was recently ordained and has started a curacy in the diocese. Two others are in training, and I'm currently working with two other candidates. It's such a privilege to accompany people in their discernment journeys and to see how God is at work in their lives. I love this aspect of my ministry, seeing people grow and flourish into the God-intended them to be. Sometimes on a Wednesday, I also meet with members of the ministry team -  having one-to-one sessions with Louisa, Wendy and Richelle. We have been very lucky over the past few years to have vocational candidates. It's coming to do a placement in the parishes, and I put aside some time on a Wednesday to meet with them, too. Thursday, I check in with Nicole in the office before anything goes to print. We have a monthly Service Leaders meeting to look at the upcoming services, running through the rota to make sure we have everything covered. Delia and I meet on a Thursday afternoon, normally to update each other on the life of the parishes and check in about the progress of the project at St James Church. Within all this busyness, I need to take care of my own spiritual health and well-being.  Every six weeks or so, I meet with my spiritual director. She is an independent listener outside the parishes, and she challenges me to see God at work in various situations and to hand them to God. She is a safe space to download and offload! I try to keep Fridays a bit quieter. “Try” is the operative word. Fridays are often my catch-up day, responding to emails and issues that have arisen during the week and which I haven't managed to turn my attention to. By Friday evening, I am on strike and certainly don’t want to cook, so Mike and I toss a coin to cook a quick supper and then collapse in front of the telly. We have been fortunate to have 14 weddings in the parishes this year, of which I  have conducted 11. Each of these weddings requires at least three meetings, most of which take place on a Saturday morning. That means a possible 33 meetings that need to be squeezed into my calendar throughout the year. As a wedding approaches, there are services to prepare and rehearsals to attend. Weddings are joyous occasions, and it is so special to be part of a couple's day. Community and Parish events often take place on a Saturday. As I write this, I know that in Thursley this Saturday, the tree is being decorated, an Advent concert is taking place, and there is the light switch. All of these I will attend. I recently joined the Tonic Community Choir in Elstead. This activity is something outside of my parish responsibilities. And of course, singing is tonic for the soul. I will be singing at various community events in the run-up to Christmas, many of which will happen on a Saturday. Sunday comes around, and it is often an early start for me as the opportunity to put my thoughts down for the sermon had been squeezed out by other, more pressing responsibilities during the week. I am up at 5:00 AM on a Sunday to write my sermon. Often, I have two services on a Sunday to dash between. This could be two services which are part of our scheduled services, or an additional baptism after a service. By the time I get home at Sunday lunchtime, I am exhausted, hungry, or in our house, “Hangry”, which is not a good thing for everyone concerned. All I really want to do on a Sunday afternoon is to eat and have some time to collapse in my “thinking chair”, often with at least three spaniels sitting on me – one normally on my head. Like everyone, jobs still need to be done around the house, so after a rest, Mike and I potter around the garden or bond as we fold the washing!! We are great board gamers and card players in our house, so after dinner on a Sunday evening, when Mike has finished preparing for the coming week's teaching, we often play a game. Other things that crop up during the week include preparing for governing body meetings, as I am a governor at St James; preparing for the Diocesan Board of Education Meetings as I am a member of the DBE; reading parish profiles for parishes in vacancy,  in my capacity as Diocesan Advisor to Women's Ministry to make sure that the language included is not gender bias. I have to squeeze in trustee meetings for other charities that are part of my parish's role. I need to allocate time to prepare for PCC meetings, funerals, baptisms and pastoral visits. This year has also had additional pressures with the building project at St James, which will hopefully come to an end in the coming few weeks. I also never know who might phone or what they might need. During my time in these parishes, I have had calls about paranormal activity, family history requests or difficult family relationships to navigate. This is just a little window into my world; my week is never dull. Sometimes I might even be asked to bless a bulb planting project initiated by a certain local rock legend or even open up the church so that a music video can be recorded. Alongside my role, I still need to walk for dogs, run the hoover around and support my own family. My life is busy but also satisfying. Years ago, when I had my call to ordination, I was reading the story of Samuel in the bible; this was a “light bulb” moment for me. Samuel responded to God, “I here I, send me”; I did too, and I am so glad that I did! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Day in the Life of a Reserve Manager (September 2024) By James Giles Hello  everyone. My name is James Giles and I am the warden/ranger, but my official job title is Reserve Manager for Thursley National Nature Reserve (NNR).  I’m the chap who is responsible for the nature reserve right on your doorstep.   A  little about me then; I was born in November 1967 in Solihull, Warwickshire back then, now a part of the West Midlands. Who would have thought I would be responsible for one thousand acres of beautiful Surrey - I had not even heard of it, let alone knew where it was. Rolling forward a few years, I moved to Guildford way back in 1994 to attend Merrist Wood College where I studied for three years on a conservation management course. Full of excitement as I had never lived anywhere else before (apart from a brief stint on a college placement in 1995 in North Yorkshire with the National Trust). When my course ended in 1997, I was looking for gainful employment. This hunt led me to Thursley National Nature Reserve where I bumped into a chap (Mark was his name) who was sitting by a pond with a stick, and something dangling from that stick  on a  string (turned out to be a thermometer), looking rather like a gnome I thought. Intrigued I approached him to ask what he was up to (I have never been one to be shy) turned out he was the current warden at the reserve and was measuring water temperature as a part of the Dragonfly mentoring project). We got chatting and I took his details and contact number. (no emails or Facebook back then). On my return home, wowed by the beauty of Thursley NNR, I duly contacted him to see if they needed help and to offer my services and he said yes please, so we arranged to meet up again and I became their volunteer, back in September 1997, some 27 years ago now. After a while of volunteering and some short-term contracts elsewhere whilst building up my knowledge and skills I applied for a full-time job at Thursley in 2001 and was successful. That was over twenty-three years ago, and I am still here. My new life as a warden with English Nature had started — they subsequently became Natural England. So , what is my role, what does it entail? What does a normal day look like? Well, I will answer that when I have one! My responsibilities range from physical management, letting contacts, managing budgets, health, and safety, establishing and running the wonderful volunteers, physical management of the reserve, chatting to visitors about what wonderous species there are to be seen, and of course, where and how to see them, and how to PLEASE behave. I do occasional guided walks and talks,   I drive a tractor, I use chainsaws and brush cutters, I enjoy photography when time allows,  I drink tea and eat cake and I plan the work programme to ensure Thursley NNR is properly looked after. I’ve helped fight fires over the years (a huge one  back in 2005, and again back in 2020, and some smaller ones in between). I have been through two outbreaks of Foot and Mouth and of course most recently, the awful Covid pandemic. I have to say the most rewarding part of my week is the volunteering day on a Thursday. We started the volunteer group because of the devastating fire of 2006. It was very apparent we needed help post this whopper (over 200 hectars were affected) and there was no way it could be done without help, and a lot of it – so the Thursley NNR volunteer group was born. I remember the first task as clearly as yesterday. I had very few chairs, a very small camp table, only a couple of ordinary flasks, a few tools and no exact idea what to do or where to start. We started anyway, and the need to get the impetus flowing was clear, if only to demonstrate to everyone that we intended to do something, to start making a difference, we cared and wouldn’t let this beat us. A phoenix  rising from the  ashes was the much over-used quote at the time I recall. I remember writing for the very first time in the Thursley and Elstead Parish magazines seeking help. And you came, and many still come to this day. In fact, the last three years post Covid restrictions we’ve averaged around 730 volunteer days. There are conflicts between the different users that I deal with daily, but in such a popular place it is an inevitability of course. But what I do it is ultimately and primarily for the wildlife and the enjoyment it brings me and other visitors. But it is not all doom and gloom. There have been many wonderful days. Filming with non other that Sir David Attenborough, and more recently BBC Countryfile. Patrolling around the boardwalk in early summer looking at the wonderous display of Dragonflies and the abundance of the reserve’s flora. To walk the heathland and see a scuttling bright green Sand Lizard is a thrill. To watch the Hobbies speeding through the skies over the wetland in search of their prey, to hear the spring bird song of Woodlark, Dartford Warbler, Willow Warblers, Chiff Chaffs and Reed Buntings is all a treat. Then on a warm summer’s evening to hold and organise the annual Nightjar survey is truly magical. I am exceptionally lucky and privileged to call Thursley NNR my place of work, my office. To be able to work with so many great volunteers, the real stalwarts of the NNR and of so much that is good, to know so many people in a great community, in such a beautiful corner of Surrey. I am indeed a lucky man. To have such a depth and broad range of stunning wildlife to look after and be responsible for is an honour. My garden is truly great. And finally, for me, as mentioned earlier one of the greatest pleasures of looking after a nature reserve is that of running volunteer groups. The group meets on nearly every Thursday and once a month on a Sunday. If this appeals to you simply get in touch via an email to me, we provide tea/coffee/cake and a warm welcome, and during the autumn and winter months a warm fire. No experience necessary and all training and tools provided. Cheers all! ============================================================ A Day in the Life of an Arborist & Children’s Author (November 2024) By Simon Hall   The working day usually starts with the alarm going off at 5 a.m. and a negotiation with our cat, Harry, who tries to trip me up going down the stairs to make a cup of tea! I wear many hats these days. I started my life in tree surgery in 1992, doing the ten-week intensive tree course at Merrist Wood College, followed by a one-year apprenticeship for local company Honey Brothers. Having qualified, I moved to Munich, learning how to work in cold winters with lots of snow. Later, I moved to Vancouver and discovered the huge sequoia redwoods. Moving on to Australia for two years, I worked in various remote outback communities – memorably near a courthouse made entirely of corrugated iron sheets – but also in Sydney and as far north as Darwin on mahogany and giant eucalyptus trees. Biting green and red ants, Huntsman spiders and green snakes were just some of the friendly wildlife you could find when climbing in Australian trees. In 1998 I moved to New Zealand and worked for a large company based in Christchurch on the South Island. Some work involved being taken up in a crane and lifted into the tree because it was too unstable to climb following a cyclone that had come through, causing immense devastation. In 2001 I returned home and took a long-distance learning course with the International Society of Arboriculture, gaining my certification as a qualified arborist. I started my own small business, Thursley Tree Services, in 2002, with my main client being Guildford Diocese but also working on trees all over Surrey. You might have seen me at the end of August perched on top of my Land Rover trimming the hedges around the village hall. I have been maintaining them since 2004. Back then, they had grown into holly trees, and it has taken to the present day to get them back under control. Returning to South House with my own family in 2013, we began renovating the house so that it could accommodate three generations of Halls under the same roof. Mum's wonderful last years were fulfilled by never having to leave the home she had lived in since arriving in the village in 1957! As my climbing days started to come to an end, I took further qualifications in consultancy and tree reports. I still keep my hand in alongside a younger climber, but I have learnt that it's just as hard physically working on the ground, and that you have the drawback of gravity: all that is easily dropped from a height has to be picked and moved! Last month, one of my climbers was working on an oak tree in Bowlhead Green, only to find that the hornets from a nest nearby were getting particularly interested in the sap from the tree. Luckily, he managed to finish his work and make a speedy descent without getting a nasty sting. So, even in this country there are critters to avoid in tree surgery! Despite living in a conservation area, many homeowners are not aware of the responsibilities they have to the trees in their garden. It's always worth considering having a tree report done if you have several trees. It can save you money in the long run! About eight years ago I started on a very different journey, writing short stories for my own children based on heritage railways around the country. Never could I have imagined then that this would result in five self-published books and a busy schedule of travelling around the country to promote them in wonderful places as far afield as Yorkshire and Cornwall. I have recently finished a book launch at the Cheddar Caves and Shepton Mallet Jail. This year has been the busiest for my writing so far. The books all have an educational element alongside their stories and a portion of the proceeds from each sale goes to the Railway Children charity, which supports vulnerable children on the streets and at transport hubs. www.thursleytreeservices.co.uk      www.troubleonthewatermeadowline.co.uk -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Day in the Life of a Show Jumper By Byrony Holloway My name is Bryony Holloway and I live with my husband and team of horses at Haybarn. When Tricia asked me to share “a day in the life of a Show Jumper” for the Parish Magazine I felt both honoured and marginally alarmed! I have come from a totally non-equine background, but my love and fascination for horses has been my constant driving force for as long as I can remember. To follow your passion for your life is a privilege and I have done just that producing horses in and around Thursley (the best place in the world to do this, with it’s fabulous hills and sandy soil) for over 30 years now. Working with horses is not a job, more a way of life that is 24-7, with never-ending responsibility, people, travel, training, injuries, joy and set-backs.  Though we try to adhere to a strict format with the horses’ routine, no two days are ever the same with animals, so I thought perhaps I’d stretch to “Two days in the August life of” to give you a better insight of the highs and lows! SUN 18 AUG – The Highs 6am – alarm goes.  I get up feeling sick….pre competition nerves! I am in Chelsea with my fabulous show Team. We have Piers (AKA The Easter Bunny) and Gravin, my two older horses with us at The Global Champions Tour London Show. This is one of our favourites and the horses love it too. It is held annually at the Site of the Chelsea Flower Show and it always feels odd having the horses in central London. I dress in my show kit and scooter to the showground. Too nervous for breakfast! The horses stay in temporary stables on site for the week. Ash and Helen have been up since 5am feeding and mucking out; then hand walking before beautification starts… Gravin is white and often has to have a bath pre class!!  Then they are plaited and polished ready for the ring. This morning is our last day and so our Grand Prix. I have to walk the course; learning the route and stepping the distances between fences.  It is my responsibility to make their experience in the ring as enjoyable as possible so a plan is paramount. Space is a premium in Chelsea so, once mounted, there is one strip of concrete to walk up and down (I do this for 20 mins on each horse) then a tiny sand space to have a warm up. Jumping at the big shows involves just a couple of minutes in the ring jumping on each of three days … however, prep for this is literally years and years of early mornings, fitness regimes and training sessions! Both the horses jump lovely clear rounds and I have had a fabulous week at the show.  We now have to pack up camp to leave.  Getting the horses out of London is quite a big operation… once the kit is all cleaned and packed in trunks we have to wait until 8pm before I am allowed to bring the truck from Battersea Park, where it has been parked for the week, up to the showground for our 15 min slot to load stuff and horses and be out! Phew…We drive through the gates at home at 11pm ready to unload, settle horses, unpack and start the big clean ready for Hickstead next week. First load of washing on and to bed 1am!! WEDNESDAY 21st   The Lows! 7.00am — morning yard starts… my brilliant home team are in to start daily care. Ihave a few horses to ride today;  The London horses are still having a few quiet days hacking in the village. 9.30am -    I have a training session on Jabab who is set to go to Hickstead next week. Jabab, obviously furious at not being selected for London, decides to have a leap about and deposits me on the bank. 5 mins unconscious then the next thing I know I am surrounded by lots of really helpful people and an ambulance ride to the Royal Surrey. After an overnight stay I am released with massive nausea, a brain swell and a shattered Scapula. Two months downtime and a chance to reflect and make new plans! This has always been the sport.  One minute you’re at the best event of the year and then the following week a few days in Bramshott Ward at the Royal Surrey, but this has never put a dent in my dedication – I still love it to this day and feel very fortunate to have been able to follow my dreams. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Day in the Life of a Fine Art Publisher & Print Maker (December 2024) By Gillian Duke   Tricia asked me to write about a day in my life. Well, I thought, no two days are ever the same and there’s always a surprise lurking. I enjoy variety in what I do and I’m very lucky to work with amazing, multi- talented people. I’ve been involved in arts and culture my entire life, since graduating in the 1980’s. As managing director of a fine art print publisher and printmaker, CCA Galleries, I’m thrown different challenges every day. With a gallery in Jersey and distribution networks reaching across the UK and worldwide, I’m immersed in the ever-evolving world of fine art. Alongside my team, I oversee fine art print projects at our busy working studios in West London or flying off to oversee contemporary art shows, exhibitions and installations at our gallery in Jersey. Here we are also currently renovating a listed Jersey property to create a boutique style Art Hotel offering art and culturally based experiences and tuition in an eclectic atmosphere. Once known as Christies Contemporary Art, the company was founded in 1972 by Christies International, the famous auction house and was established with a vision to support and promote contemporary artists, offering a platform to showcase their work through print publication. CCA Galleries London and CCA Galleries International has been privately owned for the last thirty-five years and the ethos remains the same. Some days, you'll find me heading up the A3 to our studio in West London, formerly Walton Hall Film Studios (incidentally where in 1953, the Oscar-winning film, The African Queen, was filmed and produced). There I will find myself collaborating with talented artists and our expert printmakers.  We're more than just a team. We're a close-knit family, each person bringing years of experience and passion for artistry. I’m able to bring my own skillset in printmaking, gained from my studies in all techniques and many years in this complex business to strive to produce the highest quality. We thrive on innovation and tradition, merging the old with new technology, whether we're discussing edition sizes, printmaking techniques or artistic intent. Every print we produce is an intricate balance of artistic vision and technical skills in print. In the main, it’s an ancient, handmade process, often underappreciated by those unfamiliar with the intricacies of this unique art form. In the studio, we're privileged to work with and print for some of the finest artists in the UK, such as Damien Hirst, Sir Peter Blake, Bruce Mclean, Frank Bowling, Rose Wylie, Marina Abramovic, Ai Weiwei, Gavin Turk, Nic Fiddian Green and the King. Past masters include Sir Terry Frost, Donald Hamilton Fraser, Sandra Blow (whom were all Royal Academicians) Storm Thorgerson and John Piper. Also, where music and art meet, we are joined by musicians who produce artwork such as Ronnie Wood, Bob Dylan, and Maxim of The Prodigy. These special people are multi-talented, and work is hands-on and collaborative, as we discuss techniques, test colours, and make adjustments on the spot. Each project brings its own challenges, whether it's the delicate layering required for lithography, or the precision needed for complex screen printing. The surprises when making prints still amaze me. The processes can be quite technical yet sometimes the results are unexpected. We often enhance the final image with collage, emboss, diamond dust, and layered glazes, each of which brings a new dimension to the one-dimensional image. We have pioneered many such techniques and have embraced 3D printing, adding the 3D elements to some artworks. When working in Surrey, each day involves a combination of administration, contract negotiations, strategic planning of art shows and exhibitions. We supply many galleries with our own publications and original works and assist them with their own show programs. It’s a dynamic environment where art meets commerce. One of the most exciting aspects of my role is working with diverse partners across many sectors. We've had the privilege of collaborating with musicians and artists, creating album covers, for bands such as The Who, Madness, Paul Weller, to name a few and working on licensing agreements with corporate brands including Apple Corp, Coca-Cola, and DC Thompson (The Beano). These partnerships have extended the reach of artists we work with and provide them with opportunities in unexpected spaces, from fashion to music. Our charitable work also plays a central role in our day-to-day operations. We're proud to support causes like Teenage Cancer Trust, The British Heart Foundation (where I was for many years on the committee for fund raising events), Care2Save (Bentley Motorcars), Grenfell Tower, Art for Grenfell and the NHS's 70th anniversary, Comic Relief, the Eve Trust (ovarian cancer).  London Stands Together (The Felix Project) was an interesting challenge. Whilst isolating at home during the pandemic,  the Evening Standard contacted me out of the blue.  Peter Blake had made an artwork which was a pull-out in the paper for everyone to stick in their windows to bring hope and unity. They wanted to take this further and asked us to produce a limited-edition silkscreen signed by Peter to raise money to feed Londoners in need. At the time the studios had closed, we were in lockdown and staff were isolating at home. From the garden, where phone signals are sometimes non-existent and within a tight deadline, two staff members went back to the studio and produced a stunning silkscreen edition,  LONDON STANDS TOGETHER, which then sold out in hours and raised £100,000.  These and many other art projects have raised millions for worthy charities. Whether it is limited edition prints or exclusive collaborations, we've seen firsthand how art can raise awareness and funds for causes close to our hearts. This gives our work a greater sense of purpose, knowing that each piece sold contributes to life-saving initiatives, to assist people in need with long-standing conditions or to alleviate human suffering.  I’ve had the privilege of collaborating with non-profit organizations to support a variety of causes, from community outreach to international aid. It is incredibly fulfilling to be part of projects where the artwork isn't just admired, it helps make a tangible impact for the benefit of many others. In 2012, during the London Olympics, we had the amazing opportunity to contribute to the cultural landscape by being selected to install artwork at Gatwick Airport, created by Sir Peter Blake and produced at our West London studios. This was a high-profile project that showcased the power of art in public space, emphasizing our multicultural society. Our printmaking arrived to a global stage as the world and its athletes and supporters came to London. One of my roles for the past decade has been to source and produce the image to advertise the City of London Lord Mayor’s Show. We've created the CCA Art Bus for such events to promote art as a fun…inclusive experience for all ages, cultures, and beliefs. As is the power of art therapy to comfort and heal. I have the joy of working with an exceptional autistic artist whose work we publish and promote. Art is her window to the world and being a part of her journey inspires me every day. I feel incredibly fortunate I found my home Badgers.  What I never realized at the time was the magic of Thursley. I originally chose this location as the central point within my constantly moving triangle between London, Surrey and the Channel Islands. Little did I know I would embrace the amazing social life here, with many great friends. Many of whom have also shared this unique experience of Lord Mayor’s Show procession (see photo opposite), may that tradition continue for years to come. As they say, find a job you truly love, and you’ll never work another day in your life… well I can say, the artworld is truly ore inspiring, embracing and diverse, on so many levels. It fills my days, well most days…. aside from walking the dog, riding, various building and restoration projects and now, learning and turning a potter’s wheel. www.ccagalleries.com www.wortonhallstudios.com =============================================================   A Day in the Life of a Cardiologist (January 2025) By Peter Clarkson   Peter was brought up in East Sussex and went to medical school at UCL and undertook the majority of his training, in London. His first cardiology registrar job was at Frimley Park Hospital in 1991 where he met his wife Pam, who was also working there (in between ski seasons!). He returned to Frimley Park Hospital as a Consultant Cardiologist in 2001 and was Clinical Lead for 23 years, developing the department from 2 to 10 consultants and establishing invasive and interventional (coronary stenting and pacing) services. On moving out of London, Peter and Pam first lived in Pirbright, later moving into Guildford to be closer to the schools attended by their three children-Abby, Will and Lydia.  As the kids moved on to university, they were keen to find a more rural property with some land for the animals and, by chance, were sent some details of a bungalow requiring some work on Highfield Lane (and we love it!).  Most working weeks combine outpatients (both NHS and Private), operating in the cardiac catheterisation laboratory (Cath Lab) and a variety of multidisciplinary team meetings (MDTs) where patient management is discussed and plans agreed.  Every 8 weeks I am Consultant of the week (COW) dedicated to caring for the inpatients, including those cardiology patients admitted through the emergency department. The variety provided by clinics, MDTs, COW and operating, makes the weeks to fly by.   Tuesday is a very varied day, starting with an Outpatient Clinic where I see patients with a wide variety of conditions including chest pain, breathlessness and palpitations. Unfortunately, following the COVID pandemic (where we undertook very little non-emergency work) and the junior doctor strikes (where consultants covered ED and the ward resulting in a cancellation of huge amounts of elective work), the wait to be seen in outpatients is more than 40 weeks. As a result, the patient's condition has often changed since the original referral (by the GP) and we find that the first few minutes of each consultation is taken up with apologies and explanation. Patients’ frustration is further exacerbated by the clinics being significantly overbooked, both to try and bring down the waiting times (also giving us the opportunity to see patients with urgent problems), but frequently leaving clinics running late.  Although there is a trend to offer telephone consultations, much is lost to the patient and doctor. Many of us believe that face-to-face consultations have a therapeutic benefit, up and beyond a diagnosis and management plan, and allow a nuance of interaction that is often much more satisfactory (and fun!).  I spend about half my week operating; performing procedures which include coronary angiography and stenting and pacemaker or ICD (defibrillator) implantation. Coronary angiography involves inserting a fine tube into the main artery of the wrist, allowing the injection dye into the heart arteries to identify narrowing and blockages. These x-ray images allow us to plan stent treatment—here a fine wire  through a tube is inserted down through the narrowed segment of the artery, and over this wire a balloon is passed which is inflated to stretch up the narrowing. A stent is then inserted, which is a tube of wire mesh which is pressed into the wall of the artery to hold it wide open. Sometimes a stent procedure is not suitable, and the patient will be referred on for coronary artery bypass grafting.   During each operating session I undertake a variety of procedures, some elective and some urgent inpatient procedures. On Tuesday afternoons I often insert cardiac pacemakers, which prevents the heart stopping or going too slowly (and sometimes gets the heart to contract more efficiently) and Implantable Cardioverter Defibrillator (ICD's), which can detect dangerous, and sometimes fatal, abnormal rhythms and automatically deliver an electric shock to terminate them and save the patient.  One of the nice aspects of the procedures we perform is that they are all conducted under local anaesthetic (with or without a little sedation). This allows me to talk to patients whilst performing the procedures, which often very proves very interesting (although not always!) and helps keep the patient calm.  Most Tuesday nights (and one is six weekends) since 2007 (when we opened our Cath Labs with money raised, from amongst other things, a charity fashion show in which I forced strut along a catwalk in Camberley M&S, I was advised to stick with the day job!), I have been on-call for heart attacks. If you live within a 25 mile radius of Frimley Park Hospital (this includes Thursley) and have an acute severe heart attack you will be ‘blue lighted’ to the hospital  where we will use the balloon treatment and stenting to unblock your heart artery, restoring blood flow and preventing heart muscle damage or death.   Patients suffering significant chest pain will (hopefully) call 999, and an ambulance will be dispatched. The paramedics will make an assessment and perform an ECG which is then transmitted to the coronary care unit (CCU) at Frimley Park Hospital. The CCU staff will call me and transmit the ECG and if the patient is having an acute severe heart attack  we will arrange an emergency transfer to the cardiac catheter laboratories and call in the‘ Primary Angioplasty’ on-call staff, which includes a cardiac nurse, physiologist and radiographer (a tight knit team due to the severity of the illness being treated; one in twenty patients do not survive).   Arriving in the hospital within 30 minutes, the stent treatment is rapidly performed, re-opening the blocked heart artery, relieving pain, reducing damage to the heart muscle and in some cases, saving the life of the patient. Although we are often called at night, the procedure is generally quick and tends to be very gratifying, rapidly improving patient's symptoms and allowing us to immediately reassure the patient's relatives and friends.  Although I consider it a privilege to have the skill and experience to be able to perform these procedures, like many doctors, the week in week out on-call commitment has significantly impacted on my family life. Missed Christmas parties, Pam sat alone in restaurants, abandoned supermarket shopping and children sat alone waiting in the Cath Lab coffee room (although this has resulted in some success with choosing medical based careers).  The NHS has provided with me with  a wonderful career and the opportunity to make a living doing something I love (although it not been without its sacrifices!). Over the past 35 years I've worked through many changes and reorganisations but, previously, there has always been ‘light at the of the tunnel’. Sadly, it is now the NHS that is in need of resuscitation, although given the resilience of the workforce there is always hope.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Day in the Life of a book publisher (February 2025) By David Young   Unlike others in the village contributing to this column, mine will be less in the present and more a retrospective – I am old, Father William, and my working life is largely behind me. Still, I am happy to write a little about a career I have so thoroughly enjoyed that I can scarcely remember a handful of bad days in more than half a century.   I had a notably underwhelming and undistinguished school career in the 1950s and 60s, but in a life I consider to have been full of good fortune, one of the very luckiest things was a family firm prepared to take me on if I proved I had something other than my name to offer.   The family firm was a Mind, Body and Spirit publishing company called Thorsons.  It had been started by my maternal grandfather in 1930.  He was evangelical about bringing alternative medicine to wider public attention after my grandmother, gravely ill with dry pleurisy, was restored to health by the Champneys cure, just down the road, using such therapies.   My father, quite rightly, wouldn’t let me join until and unless I had learnt a useful skill, and so, after a year at a newspaper where I learned the invaluable skill of touch typing, and turned 17,  I took a Diploma in Printing Management at Watford College of Technology, and subsequently joined Thorsons as Production Manager in 1970.   It was an exciting time to be publishing in our field:  we went into full colour covers, sold into mainstream shops as well as health food stores and via direct mail, and with books such as E for Additives  and Food Combining for Health (still one of the Top 100 nonfiction books published since records were kept), we caught a wave of public interest and rode it.  I worked with my father, my brother-in-law, and my best friend from college, along with a loyal and enthusiastic staff, and those years were such fun.   We sold Thorsons to HarperCollins Publishers in 1989, and so I have spent the last 35+ years working in general Trade publishing, at HC, Time Warner, and Hachette Books USA, where I was the CEO for eight extraordinary years living and working in New York City.  I was also Chairman of the Association of American Publishers for two years.   I am not, and never have been, on the editorial side – I don’t commission or buy books.  My interest has always been on the business side of the business, and in the people working within publishing.  It’s a wonderfully creative, collaborative process, full of imagination, courage, risk and reward.  I’ve always loved the fact that I have had a hand in producing a tangible object.  I am in the process of weeding my own enormous collection of books ahead of our downsize into the village this year, and each one holds a host of memories.  I’ve been lucky enough to work with authors such as Nelson Mandela – presenting him with the one millionth copy of The Long Walk to Freedom  in South Africa House, once a bastion of the apartheid movement.  That is probably still the most proud and humbling moment of my whole career.  Others include Stirling Moss, a personal hero; Carole King (an absolute delight); Edward Kennedy; the historian Antony Beevor, Keith Richards (the audiobook of his autobiography Life  won an Emmy) and the wonderful J K Rowling (we published her adult titles) and other novelists such as Michael Connelly, David Baldacci, James Patterson, Val McDermid and Sarah Dunant to name but a few.  I’ve been involved with publishing phenomenon, such as the Twilight  series in the USA in the early 00s, where we were selling so many copies our software wasn’t equipped to print royalty cheques with so many zeroes!   My American adventure was exactly that.  We had a warehouse in Indiana where staff were allowed to be armed at work (bear in mind that temperatures often exceeded 40C with high humidity, and tempers ran short), and there were very necessary tornado shelters.  I worked with TV evangelists through the company’s Nashville based Religious Division, and that was, shall we say, eye opening. I even had lunch with Donald Trump, who was suing my company for libel (we won!), to try to smooth the waters but failed.   I semi-retired in 2013, but as the cliché goes, when you love what you do, you never work a day in your life, and since then I have been on the boards of Scholastic books, the largest children’s educational publisher in the world, Canongate Books, a boutique literary house, the Raymond Chandler Literary Estate, Portland Literary, and, pro bono, Tate Enterprises, and the Book Trade Benevolent Society.  The common theme is always books and book people.  Approaching the age of 75, I will shortly give up almost all of the roles that keep my hand in with an industry I love.  I leave it in pretty good shape, I think – rumours circulating a couple of decades ago that the book was dead were very wrong.  But it has transformed across the 50+ years of my career.  The end of the Net Book Agreement, which had price-maintained books, was a huge challenge and change.  The move to digital, with Kindles and audio books, not to mention the vast new array of other entertainments available, have all caused sea changes within the industry.  Jeff Bezos started Amazon using books, because ISBNs, the numbers on the bar codes on every book, made books the only international product numbering system at the time, and also because he could ship them from his garage!  Bezos is a brilliant but very strange man, not at all warm unlike Steve Jobs who was such an enthusiast about his products.  We helped to open the iBook store which was an experience and one that also led to litigation, but that’s another whole story.   Publishing faces challenges, of course.  AI is both an extraordinary opportunity and an existential threat.  And I believe strongly that WFH is potentially incredibly detrimental to the creative process which makes the magic happen at a publishing house.  But those challenges are for younger men and women than I to rise to.  I shall read about them from my armchair.    ===========================================================   A Day in the Life of a Film & TV Music Supervisor By Michelle de Vries I’m definitely not a morning person, but today, I’m on set at 6 AM, working on a film  starring Katherine Waterston, Minnie Driver and Simon Pegg. I’m here as the film’s music supervisor, ensuring everything sounds and looks authentic.   Last week, I was in Lincolnshire pre-recording a girls’ choir that we chose to perform in the film. We selected a classical piece and had it newly arranged. Today, they’ll be miming to that track, and my job is to ensure their performance aligns perfectly with the pre-recording. One of the actors plays piano throughout the film, and while I arranged for her to take lessons, learning piano takes years. So, I’ve also hired a hand double for the close-up shots, and today, we’re filming those scenes.   I became a music supervisor after spending many years in A&R at a music publishing company, where I worked closely with songwriters and emerging bands. My understanding of the studio environment, along with strong connections with managers and recording artists worldwide, has been invaluable in my current role. While legal expertise isn’t required, having a solid grasp of copyright and contracts is essential. A deep knowledge of music of all genres is too . There is often a lot of research required which is the fun part of the job for me and has taken me to incredible places like Colombia and Texas. Shifting schedules are a constant in this industry, which means I’m juggling several projects at once. With my music industry background, I get hired for many music biopics—recently, I worked on the  Robbie Williams  Netflix series and a fun project about the history of Motown Records. That one made me the envy of all my music-loving friends—I was sent individual original stem recordings of every artist and instrument they ever recorded. A true highlight was hearing Marvin Gaye’s original solo takes of  I Heard It Through the Grapevine.  Right now, I’m involved in several biopics under NDA, but the process is always similar: securing rights, shaping the musical narrative, and licensing the music.   I also work extensively on sports documentaries. This evening, I’m collaborating with a young poet who I found to write the end credits for a series about  Liverpool FC . He’s incredibly talented but is new to film work and needs some guidance. I also have to watch the episode to flag incidental music—like crowd chants or ringtone sounds—which can be costly to license. My job is to assess which moments benefit from the music and which can do without. Coming from a musical household, I hate cutting songs—but sometimes, it’s necessary.   In other projects, my role involves placing songs in scenes, working with directors to find tracks that enhance the story. A well-placed song can elevate a moment; the wrong one can ruin it. Early in production, we establish a musical palette—a sonic blueprint for the film. For example, on  The Capture (BBC), we opted for a modern electronic score. I curated playlists to guide the composer I hired and supervised the orchestral recording in Budapest.   Other projects, like  Shaun the Sheep: Farmageddon , require original songs. For something like this, I organise songwriting camps, bringing together writers to generate ideas before matching them with artists. Other times, I approach artists directly with a brief. One particularly fun moment was arranging a duet between indie band  The Vaccines  and Kylie Minogue—We had so much fun recording it- both patties knew it was a crazy match and entered into the spirit of it.   Of course, the job isn’t all creative fun. It’s actually extremely stressful, full of long days, weekends working,  tight deadlines, legal paperwork, and endless rights clearance. Every song requires approval from multiple parties—songwriters, artists, labels, publishers, and unions. Some songs have up to 12 writers, and tracking them all down can take weeks. I’ve sent friends in the U.S. to knock on doors in Brooklyn, tracked a ‘70s songwriter through the California police department, and even contacted a spiritual leader in Manaus to clear a song. Once, I had to negotiate with a hip hop artist serving time in a Jamaican prison. Mistakes are costly and deadlines are fixed so there is no room for any errors.   Budgets are shrinking, and production timelines are getting tighter. Many companies fail to allocate enough resources for music, so part of my job is educating them. I worry that creativity is being sacrificed for speed, but there are still rewarding moments—like discovering a new band and giving them a break. On the football series,  Sunderland ‘Til I Die , I found a local singer for the opening credits; his song became the unofficial anthem of Sunderland FC, and now, his lyrics are written all over the stadium.   Sometimes, I have to convince legendary bands to license their songs at a lower rate for an indie film. The directors often have platinum desires and we often have copper budgets ! If they say no, I hunt for alternatives that capture the same sentiment but are more affordable. This is actually more fun in a way as you can be a lot more creative and have to think outside the box. Every project has that moment of panic when it feels impossible—but somehow, it always comes together, often at the last minute. (I say as I’m currently panicking over a project I’m on at the moment!) .   While premieres are a nice perk, I’m usually already deep into my next project by the time a film is released to go to them.  Every day is different—some are exhilarating, others are anxiety-inducing. It’s not a job for the faint of heart. Like any film I work on, there are highs, lows, and plenty of drama.  Managing expectations, solving problems, and finding creative solutions—I always say my job is all about fitting a square peg into a round hole.   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Day in the Life of an Environmental Engineer and CEO (April 2025) By James Maclean By reading some of the posts made by others in recent months in this section of the magazine I have been struck by the diversity of roles in our community and by everyone’s acknowledgement of their interest and enjoyment in their respective careers. I am afraid I am no exception and have always counted myself incredibly lucky to have pursued a career in an area I love. I have been fortunate to build a company in an expanding sector, helping mitigate the effects of climate change and expanding population on our natural environment. But it’s not been all easy and the journey has not been without significant challenges… James Maclean I was raised in a single parent family, with a mother who’s mantra was to work hard and solve every problem that stood in her way, and I was incredibly fortunate to gain a bursarial education at Christ's Hospital School in West Sussex. I guess I tasted the concept of running a business at the age of 14 when a close friend and I worked out that if we became the school DJ’s for dances on Saturday nights, we would get to go to every dance, drink all the beer and meet the most girls… an early lesson, well learnt! Dyslexia was misunderstood in those days, so I was put back a year as my reading, attention span and written work was considered behind. As a consequence, I left school at 19… in my final year the great storm of 1987 struck and I found (in one particularly dull biology lesson) considerable more interest in the contractors and their heavy machinery clearing the trees outside the classroom window!!! Arriving home the following weekend I announced to my mother that I was selling my old car to buy an even older, rusty JCB which I was going to teach myself to operate and in the holiday’s I was to go clearing trees on the nearby farms. She was of course not impressed… after a nights’ sleep she gave her consent, handing me the responsibility of setting up a business and leading by example.. The tired old JCB was useless, I earned virtually nothing but learned a fortune, I was the book-keeper, estimator, driver, mechanic, salesman and the labourer. Tremendous fun, long hours of work (in and out of university lectures at the same time!), but soon came to realise that clearing trees from storms every 100 years wasn’t a sound business idea! At the same time, I met my business partner and embarked on building a business focused entirely on restoring waterways, rivers, canals and marine structures (this was in 1991, long before there was real talk of climate change, the nature crisis and concern for water as a resource for life). From the beginning we innovated; developing specialist machinery, and grew rapidly becoming experts in soil chemistry, waste regulation, and the reuse of sediments and soils from dredging projects all over the country. Today our business has grown far beyond our wildest expectations. Now a group of 4 companies; a contracting business delivering flood defence projects, waterway restoration, river clean ups, habitat creation and marine projects. Another renting an array of heavy, specialist equipment to our own projects and other contractors nationally, and a remediation business, building London’s biggest habitat recovery scheme ever (entirely funded by recycled soil/waste) with RSPB at Rainham Marshes. And finally, a business operating canal boat marinas we have built for ourselves around the UK waterways. Amphibeous Vehicle in the East Anglian Wetlands Projects of note have been the response to the catastrophic floods in Somerset in 2014, negotiating the dredging and recovery works with COBRA in just 72hrs (where half of our workforce were flood victims and beleaguered farmers); to the enabling and delivery of Londons’ Super Sewer The Thames Tideway Tunnel, the clean-up of the highly polluted River Tyne and Swan Hunter ship yard, Battersea Power station decontamination and the restoration of the lakes at Blenheim Palace and the canals, waterways and wetlands for the Olympic Park to name a few. Calstock Compensation Wetland and Flood Defence Scheme on the River Tamar Whilst the projects and the big machines are exciting, the real complexity lies behind the scences. The role of CEO carries the Legal Responsibilities for people going to work in high-risk environments and the need to uphold cultural and rigorous standards for health and safety, contract law, detailed design obligations and environmental legislation compliance are where the hard work is done. For me its’ all about the people, much of my role is spent solving people issues, developing our talent, engaging with key customers and the supply chain and instilling our core, family values. Blenheim With an ever-growing amount of red tape, we have invented a full-time role in “Wellbeing” with round-the-clock support for our 230 staff, offering mental health support, advice and home visits for those in need. We are working hard with an internal team to improve our social impact by sponsoring volunteering opportunities and using school visits wherever we work to encourage more diversity in our “workforce of the future” and break some of the traditional perceptions of the construction industry. Heather Farm Wetland Scheme, Woking, Horsell Common Preservation Trust In addition, a CEO carries responsibility for the performance of the Board of Directors and leads the strategy for where any business is going. For me, this means looking at what our customers (and the planet) need… we are currently on a journey to become the UK’s first fully “Regenerative” contractor. This is a bold plan, which means going beyond SUSTAINABILITY (just fixing problems with flooding, or infrastructure) to leaving EVERY PROJECT in a measurably better/bio-diverse condition than when we arrived (we call this “nature and carbon positive”)… To meet this challenge we have some incredibly exciting trials across multi-government agencies looking at replenishing and nourishing the failing saltmarsh habitats of our coastal wetlands with dredged sediments, as well replanting failing marine sea grass fields (with a patented underwater planter we have developed). For quickly assessing habitats we are developing AI driven software that uses UV lighting to attract Moths at night. Believe it or not Months are our nighttime pollinators and because their commuting distance is short and different species are highly sensitive to differing habitats, their presence, behavior and diversity can be used to accurately predict their near-environment. The AI counts the moth species present and tracks their behaviour and uses this to indicate the complexity and success of the habitats we have restored. We are also developing high resolution drone imagery for scoring habitats and uploading digital terrain data to our GPS controlled machines so our operators can see in real time where invasive or endangered species prevail…helping us remove unwanted species in a targeted manner and protect what is good… Google says the job of CEO is to fix the problems others can’t fix, that may be true, but really it goes far beyond that; it’s about setting the culture, behaviour, values and future plans of an organisation… I count myself incredibly lucky to have found this role, despite the long hours, and time away from Thursley, and am eternally grateful to my dear wife, Sonya who has helped me every step of the way…. It’s a real “Team Effort!”   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   A Day in the Life of the Chief Steward at Wimbledon (June 2025) By James Mendelssohn   As any tennis fan will tell you, there is no better place than SW19, and for me, there can be no better job than being the Chief Steward of the Association of Honorary Stewards at the Wimbledon Championships.  But when Tricia asked me to write about a day in my working life, I wondered where on earth to begin ... largely because there is no typical day. The role is year-round and I am at the Club perhaps once a week – providing feedback after the Championships, discussing future plans and beginning to prepare for the following year.  In the Autumn, we assess, recruit and train approximately 15 new Stewards; we hold an AGM and various social functions; and early in the New Year, we begin the planning and scheduling process for the next Championships.  But during the Championships themselves, the alarm goes off at 4.45 am and I am on the A3 soon after 5.00 am to make sure that I am parked and at the famous Wimbledon Queue well before 6.00 am when the night team of Stewards finishes, and the day team starts.  This is one of the busiest times of the day: the London Underground has started running and guests hoping to get in on a Grounds Pass will be converging on Wimbledon Park to join the Queue. At the same time, those that have camped overnight in the hope of securing a show court seat will be packing up their tents, depositing them at left luggage, and rejoining the Queue, waiting for the gates into the Golf Course to open. Any casual onlooker observing Wimbledon Park at that time of the morning would wonder how on earth that crowd, which may be 10,000 strong by 8.00 am, could be managed to ensure that everyone enters the Grounds in the order in which they have arrived.  But they do.  A system of Queue Cards and wristbands means that the established, fair and very British system works ... and anyone trying to buck it will fail to do so ... and be politely redirected to the back of the Queue! Having had a quick chat with the senior Stewards who manage the 30 or so of the team working in Wimbledon Park, I will then head into the grounds to my small office opposite Gangway 101 on Centre Court and grab a quick coffee before the morning security briefing at 7.30 am, attended by the Club’s Head of Security, and representatives of the various contractors providing security services, together with the Military and London Fire Brigade Stewards. After that, the day takes on a less structured pattern.  I have a highly competent and very experienced team of Stewards working with me – many of them have served for much longer than I have – and they certainly don’t need micro-managing.  We have structures and schedules in place to ensure that all areas are covered at the right times – in the Queue and outside the Gates in the morning; on the Show Courts and various places outside the grounds in the afternoon – and we also ensure that less experienced Stewards are trained on the job and given the support that they need in the early years. This being as it is, I spend much of the rest of the day moving around the grounds and outside the gates, talking to people, keeping an eye on things, and having the odd word when necessary.  For the most part, everything runs very smoothly, but from time-to-time incidents do occur which need a level of support or intervention.  Our role is absolutely to improve the guest experience, and the knowledge and experience of a Steward who has been serving at the Championships for 20 plus years will normally achieve this.  But just occasionally, guests step out of line or become upset, and we need to be very careful to manage such situations sensitively and within very strict protocols. During the day, I will grab a quick lunch, both as a necessary way of sustaining the inner man, but perhaps more importantly, because it provides a great opportunity to chat to colleagues and hear what is going on. In the afternoon, the Show Courts will be fully operational and the situation in the Grounds becomes very dynamic.  Typically, there will be a little over 40,000 guests in the grounds on any day and depending on the progress of matches, you can have 30,000 watching games on Centre and No 1 Courts – or they can all be in the Concourses, getting a drink, or going to the loo if matches on the two courts finish simultaneously! No two evenings are the same.  There is a second daily security briefing at 6.30 pm each evening, but after that, Centre Court can finish at 7.30 pm – or it can continue until the curfew at 11.00 pm.  Either way, with a great team of colleagues, I try and grab some supper and get away by about 9.00 pm to be home by 10.00 pm ... although it is frustrating how often there seem to be evening roadworks on the A3 during the Championships!  Then, six hours sleep ... and off we go again. Last year, with the Qualifiers, a training day, a Briefing Day and 14 days of the Championships, I did 22 days on the trot.  The last day ended with the Champions Dinner in the West End and home at 2.00 am.  When I tried to catch up with my online banking the following morning, the face recognition log in failed – too many rings round my eyes and bags under them – so I had to resort to a regular password! But I love it.  There is something very special about Wimbledon, even on a wet Tuesday afternoon in February, and I consider myself hugely honoured and privileged to have been asked to take on what, for me at least, is the most perfect retirement job. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Day in the Life of an Airline Captain (July 2025) By Hugh Semper As I lifted the nose of the aircraft (not plane!) at exactly 176mph my senses were smashed by the alarm bell and I was dazzled by red lights!   I glance to my right and see FIRE ENG R, quickly followed by HYD C and a call from the crew saying they can see flames.  Fortunately I am stationary in a simulator in the old BOAC hangar at Heathrow.  But it’s 6am and I have been up since 4am to drive in.  Long-haul aviation is a 24 hour business.  The aeroplanes are the expensive (£200m) assets and we revolve around them.  Frequently having breakfast at midnight and gin and tonic (beer too expensive) in Tokyo at breakfast time!  Our licences are only renewed for six months if we pass those two days of simulator training - and a medical and survival training… To bring it back to the day in a life.  We are off to Buenos Aires.  I park on the Heathrow perimeter and get a bus to the terminal.  It’s 8pm and as usual I’m tired! We only have 90 minutes until we depart.  I meet the other three pilots.  One is a Captain and two First Officers; after 35 years I may know about half of our nearly 1000 Boeing 777 pilots.  The Captain is under my command on the way out and we will swap for the journey home.  We meet the 12 cabin crew, some will be 18 and possibly on their first long-haul trip.  We brief ourselves and then talk with the crew.  I usually tell them not to wear jewellery and always let someone know where they are.  In Buenos Aires the hotel is great but it is obviously dangerous in town.  If you turn the wrong way you are in extreme peril!  The flight time is 14 hours and sadly that means burning 120 tonnes of jet fuel which is basically paraffin.  There will be some defects with the aircraft which may require more engine power or alternative procedures.  We look at the weather all along the route, particularly tonight at the Azores and Cape Verde islands.  Everything is on iPads these days, we use no paper at all.  We then walk and take the train to the aircraft, often talking to our customers.  Usually there are several VIPs, politicians, wheelchair users, guide dogs and hopefully a rock star or two!  One of the great aspects of the job has been being ‘friends’ with Viv Richards, Bryan Adams and Victoria Beckham amongst many others.  Most are delightful, some are not!!  John Cleese was my favourite. We arrive at the aeroplane with an hour to go, hopefully, and time is rarely on our side.  One pilot walks round the outside checking tyres and engines, one reads (iPad) the aircraft history, one makes the beds in the bunks and helps the crew with issues like oven failures and customers who have lost their passports or phones.  I open the window in the flight deck to get the last of the humid air.  We choose our meals, sometimes we eat the same thing!  We prep the aircraft computers and set the radios and work out how much engine power we will need.  We always use the minimum power necessary which saves on engine maintenance and fuel.  I’m in charge today although half the time the First Officer will take charge, although the ultimate responsibility for the 300+ people is mine.  We always brief possible emergencies and weather and what might catch us out.  A cow on the runway in India, avoiding a tropical storm, laptop on fire, generator failure etc. Hugh Semper with Jamie Treadwell (son of Simon Treadwell) Off we go!  Talking to our literal friends in air traffic control.  We follow yellow lines in the daytime or green lights at night.  Taxiing is one of the hardest parts of the job as the wheels are 30m behind us.  We have cameras on later model aircraft to help.  Timing again is key as the Heathrow runways are probably amongst the most valuable real estate in the world.  Line up, push the auto throttle engage, go! 300+ tonnes of aircraft from 0 to 180mph in under 90 seconds.  Pull back on yoke. Yoke on Boeing, side stick on Airbus.  The 777 is so powerful we might be at 6000 feet in a minute, if allowed.  Whilst we have a radar we still look out of the windows.  Fireworks and drones do not fly as high as people think!  All take offs are manually flown but perhaps 1% of landings in fog are automatic.  That is another terrifying article entirely!   It’s 10pm now and the two ‘spare’ pilots will retire to the comfortable beds above and behind the flight deck.  Hopefully they will sleep a bit but adrenaline is not your friend here.  There is 8mm of aluminium between your nose and a frozen airless atmosphere moving at 600mph!  My new friend, copilot (well over 100 ladies now) and I, will fly till 4am UK time, often quite busy monitoring, talking to ATC and eating.  Navigation is only complex if the route is changed.  When we go to sleep the other crew fly until an hour from destination.  We are always 1000ft from other aircraft but when closing at over 1000mph the view can be intoxicating. Approach and landing are obviously the most dangerous part of the flight after take off. Turbulence can be nasty but rarely challenges the autopilot system beyond its control. Approach is about complying with local air traffic, who often have poor English, and avoiding terrain.  Weather is usually a factor.  It may be mid-winter in the UK but locally mid-summer. Landings are always judged by smoothness but it is FAR more important to be in the right place at the right speed. After the nausea of immigration, whilst trying to stay awake, we get a bus to the hotel.  We talk about the awkward passengers of whom the whole crew are aware!  Hopefully we will get a couple of nice steaks and some Malbec without getting into trouble.  Two days later, hopefully with some sleep in the tank, the whole process is reversed.  Slightly more relaxed as the other guy is in command.  When we land we might have three or four days off before heading to Singapore with another massive time change!!  It’s the best job in the world but there is a lot of pressure, jet lag and a huge amount of regulation.  Overall it is huge fun though and a privilege!     --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    A Day in the Life of a Director of Commercials (August 2025) By Jason Smith Filming my first documentary in Antigua During the summer of ’81 I was sixteen years old and working behind the bar at Shepperton Film Studios. Duran Duran were filming there and I sneaked in to watch them film the X rated version of their Girls on Film video. This was the moment I decided I would be a rock star!   An unsuccessful stint as lead singer in a punk band whilst studying English and Film at Kent University soon put this to rest. I realised I needed copious amounts of alcohol to get over my stage fright and more importantly, I couldn’t sing. Suddenly a career behind the scenes as a film director seemed a much easier option! After sailing across the Atlantic, I wrote, produced, and directed a 20-minute documentary on local life in Antigua. I returned to London clutching my finished documentary under my arm, naively expecting my career as a film director to begin. Little did I know! More than six months of desperately trying to get meetings finally led me to a job as a runner in a successful production company. Here I worked on ground breaking TV commercials, including the iconic Levis ‘ Laundrette ’ Commercial with Nick Kamen and learnt a   great deal as I did everything from making tea to collecting various directors’ dry cleaning to taking rushes to Post Production houses at 2am. A runner’s job is 24/7 but it was an extremely exciting time to be in the industry as in the mid 80’s it was shaping British culture. I quickly learned that a Director was the most important person on set and a film crew are all working as one to create the director’s vision. A director has overall responsibility for everything from the art direction, casting, look of the film, pacing, editing, music and sound design. The buck stops with the director and on any given day on set, a director will be answering hundreds of questions to ensure his/her vision is fulfilled. It is a hugely creative and rewarding experience. This is what I really wanted to do. A couple of years later I went freelance and got a job as a 3rd and then 2nd Assistant Director working on everything from feature films (I was Carl Reiner’s assistant) to TV series like Poirot . I also began to work as a 1st Assistant Director on music videos and toured with some of the biggest bands in the world from Guns N ’ Roses to Black Sabbath.  I was also Freddie Mercury’s assistant for a short while which was a lot of fun! Making it on my own I’d been in the film business about six years by this time and still desperately wanted to get a break as a director. It was time to make a short film on my own terms so I made an observational piece shot on Super 8 in Barcelona about street life. Luckily the film struck a chord and I sold   it to MTV and the Barcelona Olympic committee. My fledgling career as a Director had begun. The next three years were extremely difficult financially. It was the early 90s, interest rates were soaring and the flat I had co bought with a uni friend was constantly threatened with repossession. We were forced to rent it out just to pay off the bailiffs and ridiculous mortgage payments . I was picking up the odd job as a Director, still working as a 1st Assistant Director to pay the bills but I’d begun to build a show reel and finally in early 1994 I got my first big break. I was hired to direct a French commercial for which I won my first On location in South Africa filming an Audia Commercial Cannes advertising award. It was a huge job. I spent a week or so in a four seater plane flying all over South Africa scouting for the best location which ended up being on the Skeleton Coast in Namibia. We were given permission to close the only road between Cape Town and Namibia and redirect it through the diamond reserve. It was the first time this had been allowed. We then chartered our own plane, flew in more than 100 crew and shot the commercial over a week in 45 plus degree temperatures.  On location in Namibia A couple of months later my life changed forever as I managed to win the largest TV commercial campaign in the UK beating a famous Film Director from RSA (Ridley Scott Associates) to the job. It was an 18-day shoot for Gatorade , which I filmed in Sydney, Australia. In another first we were allowed to film from the very top of Sydney Harbour Bridge for a shot I wanted where 25 cyclists rode across the bridge as an Ocean liner In the middle of Sydney Harbour filming fort Mitsubishi simultaneously passed underneath. After waiting all day we finally got the shot as the sun was setting. Thanks to this commercial I literally went from sleeping on a friend’s floor in Notting Hill to buying a penthouse apartment in Little Venice in London in the space of four months. That same year I got nominated for the Best New Director award at Cannes and my directing career began to fly. With Bjorn Borg and Yannick Noah filming a Renault commercial in Southern Spain The next few years directing TV commercials were hugely enjoyable. I had the choice of pretty much whatever project I chose to do in the UK and I was making good money. I was also working with a lot of celebrities which made life interesting. I began to win more awards most notably at Cannes, D&AD (Design and Art Direction) and the British Television Advertising awards but I still hadn’t worked in the US. So Lou and I rented a house in Venice Beach and I became a partner in a US production Company. My overriding goal was to direct a Nike  campaign which   I felt were the most creative commercials in the world. I pitched and lost out many times before winning a Nike baseball campaign. It successfully aired in the US and I went on to direct another 8 campaigns for the sports brand.  My final Nike commercial was with Lance Armstrong in which he races against a 40 ton Tanker Truck that ends up crashing into a gorge. We shot this in Southern Spain as they were the only country that would allow us to throw a tanker off a hill side! I used stunt guys from the Bond Movies to orchestrate the stunt. It won an Association of Independent Commercial Producers award, and is archived at MOMA (Museum Of Modern Art) in NYC. That same year I also won a D&AD for a British Army Campaign. During this time I also filmed campaigns for many other big brand names from Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Honda and Mitsubishi to Sony Playstation.   Branching Out I realised that to stay relevant and to survive as a Director I needed to reinvent myself. I also wanted to spend more time living in the UK. So I decided to change things up, branch out and direct music videos, which were considered hugely creative. My first music video was for Electronic with Johnny Marr from The Smiths  and Bernard Sumner from New Order.  It was very controversial as it documented a band of thugs fighting and abusing their way around Soho. It was   shown as a short film at Edinburgh Film Festival two years running but was banned from MTV.  I have since directed a number of music videos for everyone from Jamiroquai  to Kasabian. I also continued to shoot commercials and regularly filmed on location in New Zealand, South Africa, Hawaii, Canada, the US and across Europe. By now I was also keen to direct feature films. I already had a movie agent, CAA (Creative Artists Agency) who look after everyone from Brad Pitt to Spielberg. They persuaded me that I’d have more success being on the ground in LA than living in London. So we moved back to LA, this time with Ollie and Amelia aged 5 and 3, and rented a house in Malibu. Alongside having the most financially successful time of my career I spent the next four years pitching films. The pitch process in LA is fraught with problems. How any films ever get made is a minor miracle! I was the favoured Director on three films that were supposedly ‘green lit’ only for them to fade into oblivion. It was a huge amount of work for no result. Also the financial crash of 2008/9 changed everything. Suddenly the movie execs I’d been speaking to no longer had jobs and the industry shrunk by 50% almost overnight. Thankfully my Commercial and Music Video career continued to flourish!   Staying in the game During this time I decided I didn’t want to bring up my children in LA, especially after asking an eight   year   old Ollie where he fancied going for Sunday lunch and he replied Nobu! That was enough for me! So in 2010 we moved back to the UK and bought Lower Highfield Farm. Since then I’ve won another MOMA award for an Audi campaign, directed many other TV commercials and in 2016 was commissioned by EA Sports to develop the script and direct the live action for their “Need for Speed” video game. The ambition was to seamlessly blend live action with computer generated footage to create an immersive authentic experience where the player plays a role with real life characters in each scene. After four months in script development, the shoot took place over two months in various locations around London. Need for Speed Promotional Poster I’ve also completed a feature documentary “ Cross Country ” following acclaimed sculptor Jon Krawzyck across 18 states from LA to NYC with his 9/11 memorial sculpture strapped to the back of his pick up truck. This proved to be a challenging  and controversial project. We interviewed over two thousand people as we crossed America. There was a lot of emotion and some difficult interviews. The editing of such a huge amount of footage took more than a year and I still play with how I could re edit it to make it better!   Jon’s sculpture now proudly stands opposite Ground Zero, NYC and my documentary is archived in the 911 Memorial museum at Ground Zero. After years of filming all over the world I’m increasingly aware of how fast technology is moving. The entire creative world is undergoing a seismic shift with the onset of AI. TV commercials are not the glamorous entity they once were nor is the money in the industry to pay for the kind of huge shoots I was lucky enough to direct. I’m now focusing on more personal film projects. I recently completed a series of short film pieces for a charity championing the work of unpaid carers and am working on a short film Lou and I have developed together. I feel incredibly lucky to have had a career that has never felt like a proper job. I’ve worked to my own schedule, had the luxury of picking and choosing the projects I’ve been involved in and above all I’ve been allowed to play, to create incredible visuals with some of the most talented film professionals on the planet. It’s been an inspiring journey so far, long may it continue!   www.jasonsmithfilm.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------       A Day in the Life of a Racing Car Driver (September 2025) By Murray Shepherd Race Day always starts early. Up at 5.30 and out for a gentle jog around Thursley Common. It’s one of those peaceful morning rituals, nothing too strenuous, just to get the blood moving and the mind focused. Having grown up my whole life here it’s always grounding to start high pressure days here. Today I’m racing at Goodwood, my local track and one I  always enjoy being a part of.  After the run, I get back to my flat at Thorefields, fire up the coffee machine and while that’s doing its thing I jump into an ice cold shower. The feeling after is great and helps further focus the mind. Then time to get ready, coffee into a flask, pick up my strategically placed kit bags by the door sothey’re impossible to leave without and head out to my car. I’m lucky enough it’s a Porsche GT4 at the moment. I drop down low into the bucket seat, put on my ‘Race Day’ playlist, a combination of upbeat yet relaxed tunes to create positive vibe for the journey. I start the engine and start the drive towards Goodwood. It’s more than a drive, it’s part of the process. I use the time to dial into the day, feeling the balance of the car and absorbing its feedback. Heel and toe gear changes while keeping my hands relaxed on the wheel. I’m setting the standard of how I operate with relaxed, confident precision. Now things are flowing and we’re heading South, I think about what’s in store today. It’s Day 2 of Goodwood. I’ve qualified for grid position yesterday and today is race day. I’m racing two separate cars in two separate races. A 1963 AC Cobra owned by Churt resident Malcolm Young run by A J Barnard’s, and our own family’s 1965 Ford Mustang run by Pitch Place resident Simon Blake’s Historic Automobiles.  My coffee flask is running low, a perfect time for a pit stop at my usual French cafe, The Midhurst Bakery. In broken French I order a black coffee for me, and a stack of fresh pastries for my clients who have hired Motorhomes from me, staying over at Goodwood. Merci Monsieur, Au revoir! The final stretch towards Goodwood is my favourite part of the drive. The West Sussex roads are fast and flowing, the villages still sleepy, or were at least until I came through! It’s a real joy. Good tunes, coffee flowing, beautiful scenery, fast car. It’s going to be a good day. I can feel it. When I arrive at Goodwood, I stop in the drivers camp site where my clients are staying in the Motorhomes they hired from me. Everything looks ok, quiet and peaceful with no obvious issues, so I drop the pastries outside each door before parking up my car and walking towards the paddock area, loaded like a Sherpa with kit bags. I firstly call into the drivers’ locker room to drop my bags. Always an experience in itself, rubbing shoulders with F1 drivers and Le Mans 24 Hour winners. Imposter syndrome or what!? I then check in with the teams. The cars look spotless and ready to go. I’m happy to hear the work overnight on the Cobra has gone well to sort out our gremlins from yesterday. As the morning rolls on, the paddock and grand stands starts to fill. I base myself near the Mustang so people can find me easily. Friends, family and familiar faces begin to drop by to say hello. I’ve organised a catch up with so many people I’ve forgotten who, so if I just stay here I should see most people. As the atmosphere builds, familiar faces help keep things grounded. It’s a chance to laugh, chat, and relax a little before things get serious. That calm energy is important. It keeps the nerves at bay. The first race is in the Mustang. It’s a two-driver, 1 hour race format and I’m sharing the car with Anthony Reid - Goodwood House Captain, Touring Car legend and Le Mans 24 Hour podium finisher. It’s still surreal racing with him - I used to play as him on a video game when I was a kid!  Last time we raced together at Goodwood we finished 2nd overall in the Pierpoint Cup and only recently won together out in South Africa. We know each other well and make a good team.  We chat through some tactics for the race with the team. Anthony will take the first stint and I’ll finish the race after a driver swap in the pits. We then do driver change practice to make sure everything runs smoothly in the pits. Everything needs to run like clockwork. We both get ready in the locker room and when the time comes we follow our car to the collecting area, which is being pushed by the team. It’s cool walking with Anthony as you get papped all the way, photographs, autographs, the lot!  In the collecting area the team strap Anthony in. I shake his hand, say “see you in the pits” as set off  on foot. In fact I take a detour to the loo and don’t leave until I hear the roar of the cars starting the race. I then avoid the pit lane, taking a quiet walk instead while listening to the sound of the cars blasting down. Practice what you preach - Nerves are just excitement in disguise!  Once the pit window nears opening time I head back to the pits and give the team the signal that I’m ready. I’m told we’re running just outside the top 10 which is further back than we hoped. The pit window opens and the team gives Anthony a signal from the pit wall to come in the following lap. Not a traditional pit board but an orange fuel funnel mounted on a jack handle which the team waves as Anthony drives by. It’s a tradition that works wonders in a sea of similar looking pit boards.  I put my helmet and gloves on and ready myself. A few claps of the hands to bring myself into the moment. Anthony dives in to the pits and pulls up. I run around the back of the car to the left side.  It’s left-hand drive, so I’ve got to be quick and careful with the narrow space in the pit lane. Big V8’s are storming in and out and it’s easy to get clipped. We swap drivers quickly and as the team strap me in Anthony gives me a quick heads up, “The brakes are fading away badly!”  Great...I drop it into first, wait for the signal from the team to go, the V8 roars, and I launch out of the pit lane and onto the track.As I power up through the gears I glance in my left mirror to see this pack of cars right behind, closing fast. They’re all jostling for position and I’ve just come out in front of them. I know they’ll be on me in seconds, so I get my head down and focus on defending. It’s one of those high-pressure moments where you’ve got to stay loose, stay sharp, and trust your instincts. I hold them off as the car dances beneath me.  Coming into the first corner after battling hard, I turn in and there’s an almighty bang. I glance over and it’s my cousin, Fred Shepherd, barging through on the inside. I spot him glancing in his mirror, so I give him a friendly backwards V sign! Now it’s time to refocus and bring the car home as highup the order as I can as I struggle with the brakes. At this point I’m throwing the car into the corners to slow it down. I’m pleased to see the chequered flag. I bring it home but no podium finish this time. I roll into Parc Fermé full of clapping spectators. I climb out to be met by my Mum, Sally and David as well as my Aunty Tish who are hanging over the fence waving to get my attention. I’m a little upset I didn’t achieve a better result for us, but there’s barely time to process as there’s not much time until the next race. I take on a vast amount of water, some words of encouragement and slip away back towards the collecting area, pouring water over myself to cool down en route. AJ Barnard’s team has the Cobra already lined up in its grid position, looking absolutely spot on in gloss black with white racing stripes. I get waved through by the marshals into the heavily guarded collecting area. The owner of the Cobra, Malcolm Young, and his family are all waiting behind the white picket fence to the rear of the car with big smiles, excited to go. But there’s not much time to chat, I’m the only driver not yet strapped into the car. So the team usher me in and begin to strap me in. It’s always bit of a squeeze climbing into a closed cockpit GT car like a Cobra, but once you’re in it’s fairly comfortable. Everything comes nicely to you. The steering wheel is close as is the shifter. All the various knobs and switches are easily accessible. I familiarise myself where everything is.  I glance over and we’re next to my Uncle, Bill Shepherd, in another AC Cobra. A car I hadn’t seen since a kid, and one that means a lot to me as I have so many fond memories of my Dad racing it regularly. Sitting alongside it now as a ‘grown up’ makes me a little emotional. Just in time my brother, Ted, kneels beside the drivers door and wishes me luck with a fist bump. I take a moment to scope out the competition from left to right. Everything from Lightweight Jaguar E-Types to Ferraris 250’s. I try not to ponder the fact that I’m sitting in something worth £2 million, being a pretty average value for this race and we’ll be fighting for position in a few minutes.  The marshal gives us the signal to start engines. I fire up the Cobra. It barks into life, clonk into gear and we roll out onto the circuit for the out lap maintaining grid position. I weave gently left to right and roll up into my spot on the starting grid, guided by a marshal. I’m slightly further back than I hoped in 8th position. I’m angled slightly in my box, something I’ve planned to give me a clear run past the car ahead. The cars all around are burbling and snarling, my eyes sting from high octane fuels. Earlier in the day I watched how the marshal drops the Union Jack to start another race, so Iknow their rhythm. I grip the wheel lightly, ‘lazy hands’ my Dad taught me. Stay cool and focus in,bringing the revs up just enough. The flag drops. I slip the clutch to minimise wheel spin. The Cobra squats down and launches forward powered by its American V8 engine. We sail past the car ahead, and the car ahead of that! As we reach the first corner I’m already battling for the lead with endurance racing legend Alex Buncombe. The noise is absolutely feral with V8’s and V12’s bellowing on all sides. The car’s twitching and bouncing around. My arms are working hard at the wheel but things are relatively relaxed in my head. There’san Italian Bizzarini right behind filling the mirrors, and a Lightweight E-Type trying to hang on around the outside. I know exactly how to let the car move to keep the flow. It’s driving on instinct.  As the race goes on, every corner feels like a battle. I’m either attacking or defending, squeezing every bit of grip out of the tyres. The heavy cobra starts to give up its tyres and brakes earlier than some of the others as I’m locked in a 3 car battle for 3rd position. I’m making the Cobra as wide as possible to make it difficult to pass, but on the final lap a TVR Griffith slips past on the final straight and I take the chequered flag in 4th spot. A little bitter sweet as I wanted a podium for the team and owner.  On the in-lap I wave to the crowd who are applauding all around the track. They were loving the fight, and I know we gave them a proper show. Back in Parc Fermé, I climb out, dripping in sweat and as red as ever to be met by a smiling team, owner, family and friends. They remind me that’s the best result the car’s had at Goodwood and faster than it’s ever been. I can see what it means to them, and that moment right there makes the whole day worth it. The team take the car back to the garage in the paddock. I thank both teams, and catch up with Anthony before slipping to the car park and off back home. Once I get back home, the warm glow of Three Horse Shoes looks most welcoming.  A quick refreshment or two with the locals brings everything back down nicely. Then back home and fall into bed. You win some, you lose some. Ready to do it all again next week at Silverstone! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

At a meeting of the Thursley History Society early in 2025, it was agreed that the website should include an entry for our many beloved villagers who are no longer with us. Our archive contains a lot of information and we shall gradually build this entry retrospectively. If you would like to contribute please do so via the website: https://www.thursleyhistorysociety.org/contact . Angela Muir MW Order of Service, see PDF below We were all saddened to hear of the death in Cyprus on July 15 th of Angela Muir, widow of Peter who was for several years Associate Vicar of St Michael and All Angels Thursley. Many of us will remember their legendary hospitality both at Yew Cottage, The Three Horseshoes and at Church, and that Angela was not only a world-renowned Master of Wine, but also a superb cook. They were greatly missed in the village when, in 2019, they decided to emigrate permanently to Cyprus. Angela showed early talent by winning the Vintners Scholarship in 1977, enabling her to travel around Europe for six months studying wine, finally becoming a Master of Wine in 1980, a considerable achievement, especially for a woman, in those days. She spent eight years in the Wine Merchant Division of John Harvey and Sons in Bristol followed by ten years as overseas buyer for Grants of St James and Victoria Wine. After this, she set up in her own business called Cellarworld with Peter, travelling the world as a wine consultant, helping producers both in Europe and South America to make their wines more saleable in the export market. Few people realised that one of her many intellectual talents was as a linguist, which made travelling easier for her. She has truly left her mark on the wine industry as an educator of future Masters of Wine, many of whom have left glowing tributes to her rigorous and meticulous training, but also mentioning her kindness and the selfless gift of her time in helping them to achieve their goal. There have also been a number of lengthy articles in the Cypriot press written with great fondness by her friends in the wine industry there recalling her immense talent and enormous contribution to their success over the years. Angela fell in love with Cyprus many years ago when she was employed by the industry to improve the quality of their wine making, so when they moved there, we were delighted that they chose a house in the same village in which we have had a holiday home for over twenty years. We joked that we lived almost exactly the same distance from each other as we did in Thursley. Their house has a magnificent view of a large area of the south coast west of Paphos towards the Akamas peninsula and they loved to sit on their balcony with a glass of something rather good to enjoy the magnificent sunsets for which Cyprus is famous. They soon were absorbed into the large expat community, playing lots of bridge and Angela also joined the ladies gastronomy circle where she soon became a leading light. She also kept up with her contacts with the local wineries, a number of whom she had helped for many years. It was an eye opener to have the privilege of accompanying her to some of these, she was treated like royalty and they hung on her every word. It was also educational, on one occasion, at a rather grand establishment, she tasted a particular supposedly single grape varietal and announced that there was a percentage of another grape in it. An embarrassed owner huffed that he had added 2% to smooth it out, at which Angela looked at him over her glasses, and enquired whether he had forgotten that perhaps it was 5%. An embarrassed vigneron turned bright red in the face and admitted that she was, of course, correct. Peter’s sudden death on New Year’s Eve 2022 came as a terrible shock and Angela’s health suffered very badly. She became completely incapacitated and spent a considerable period in Hospital. When she came home, she had the help of constant carers to look after her. One particularly wonderful friend took over the organisation of her life and I do not know what would have happened without her devoted attention. Angela gradually and bravely fought her way back to better health and was able to get about to play bridge and see friends, even managing the cruise that they both had looked forward to. Her end seems to have been peaceful, she was found by one of her carers in bed, the inevitable book still in hand. Peter once said to me “There is only one Angela!” and he was right. RIP great lady. Hilary Joy Denholm Barr, 3rd May 1945 - 12th January 2025 Hilary's obituary in Thursley Parish Magazine, May 2025 Order of Service: Pete Hanauer 26th September 1946 - 15th December 2024 There were tributes to Pete from family and friends as well as poem. The tribute below from Dick Lowther, a friend and former colleague, is reproduced in full: Peter   Warm, generous, witty Peter - 47 YEARS MY FRIEND. We took many paths together but then you trod many more. Memories of you, glued in my souvenirs, coming back as sure as swifts in summer.  As surely as the seeds you sowed in your veg plot - from the smooth bean to the  wrinkled pea.  Some forgotten for a time, but greeted with joy when they pop up again.   I met you in the autumn of 77 in Farnham the same day as Brad, who is also here today. You were a new student, yet already rich with experience.  Your second bite of the art school cherry.    With your generosity and effortless way of making friends - witness this turnout - I soon found myself enjoying the delightful company of Pete.  And of Sandra, of Rachel, and Sam.   You brought with you a history and an inquisitive mind, tempted by a new path trusting it would lead somewhere - a characteristic of art students,  We who took a stroll with out a care, never knowing how we’ll fare.  How I wish I had met the much younger you.  But the music of Hole Cottage gave me a rewarding glimpse into the lay of your land.   This shared musicality  led us to - Springsteen in Paris, Leonard in Lyon, Baez in Portsmouth, Dylan in London   You fared well at Farnham as glassblowing caught your breath.  Those fiery workshops set you on another new path, one that would take you to the Royal College of Art. I recognized early on that you were someone respectful of tradition, yet always open to the modern. Even those paintings you worked on for Bridgit Riley where beautifully hand crafted.    Two years later, our paths crossed again — this time with greater consequence. I was scouting for talent for Epsom when we met at  your Royal College  show. I proposed  part-time teaching , wanting you to have days to continue creating your beautiful glasswork. But you wanted a  full-time job. The principal, on  looking into your box of glasswork,  pounced on you.    And so we worked together again. I confess I bear the responsibility for England losing a talented glassblower — but there are many many students, some here today I believe, who would thank me for that.  You anchored yourself at Epsom, devoting your days to teaching, guiding, listening to and inspiring others.   You became a weekly presence in my life once more: the kind, charming committed colleague, a steadfast friend.   But my most treasured memories are of Hole Cottage. Descending the track from the A3 always brought the anticipation of the warmest of welcomes, your hand held high and the ever-open back door.  The country kitchen, where much was talked of and chuckled at.  A small corner of England you and Sandra have long  been caring for - a place for people, animals, and birds and celebration.  At one point a homestead of black sheep, black chickens, black pigs, black cat, and Blackberry the cow.  The crows and blackbirds were well impressed. Green finches and blue tits not so much.   Warm welcome and warm nights nights too, often a new year’s eve, much enlivened by the grape.  Once you put me to bed in front of the open fire and closed all the doors. I woke up smelling like an Arbroath Smokie for a day.  Another example of your commitment to  a country craft and love of food the cottage always brings to mind.  But whilst Spotted Dick is is a famous english  pudding, Kippered Dick has yet to make it to a menu.   And the barn - multifunctional, ever-evolving. At times it housed vintage vehicles, a cinema, a dance floor, an illicit still, and  Sandra’s six-star restaurant. Above it all, your little studio - the elevated man cave filled with books, art, and bits of this and mementos of that, gathered with care.  Surrounding it all the the perfect summer-party garden.   Not too far away were the cricket grounds, grand at Lord’s  or modest in Thursley,  where we could slow our life down for an hour or a day. Along with morning dog walks and pub lunches.   You identified with, and reintroduced me to, the culture of rural England. You would probably have been wassailing this month where it not for why we are here.   Your talent you wore lightly. but there was always a reminder of it - in your delightfully drawn  birthday and Christmas cards, your graceful handwriting instantly recognizable on the envelope.    These are not just nostalgic memories - they are an appreciation of a life well-lived, rooted in craft yet open to innovation. Life is a collection of meandering paths, with missteps along the way. Yet we leave footprints in the sands of time. You, of course, would modestly deny this. But Peter, you and Sandra have made your small corner of England a better place, filled with goodness.   For Sandy and Rachel and Sam there will now be the undone years as Wilfred Owen called them - not just the years that Pete will not now do, but those which you will not now experience.  But they will be enriched because you new and loved him and he was there.  He will be still be there - invisible but you will be able to call on memories and be guided by his humanity, his generosity, his humour, his ease with people, young and old, whatever path they found themselves on.     So lets not whine at death but withstand it  ( so wrote that gloomy poet of my  home town Philip Larkin) and celebrate Pete’s life and be thankfully happy that his paths crossed ours.   So I say Fare thee well, Pete.  I will miss you terribly. Two examples of Pete's glass-blowing in the V&A This eulogy was from a close neighbour, Jo Kelly: For me Pete was a friend and neighbour, a fellow valley dweller and wassailer, a muddy biking buddy and member of the Help in Thursley team, a litter picking organiser and ever friendly greeter of my horses and dogs. Pete was our runner bean supplier and bringer of mice for our barn owl - (although I am not sure that the Amazon drivers ever got used to the surprise of dead mice looking up at them from a flowerpot in our parcel bin!).  A long-standing dog grooming client (he and Stanley were the only two who thought that my haircuts with horse clippers were acceptable, albeit after a couple of weeks regrowth!). He had been the previous keeper of our Land Rover, and a few years later with Sandy, crept in at the crack of dawn in a snow blizzard to decorate it for our wedding.  He was also the village illustrator and creator of the most beautiful and memorable Christmas Cards. As you all know Pete wore many hats! Anyone who witnessed Pete and my relationship will know it consisted of a lot of banter and a very dubious sense of humour. I fear he has gained the last laugh looking down on me here today trying to hold it all together. I was deeply touched, honoured and daunted when Sandy asked me to say a few words. How on earth do you do justice to Pete and his life?  So I googled the definition of “a life well lived”. One version was, “more people have benefitted from your presence than not”. And BLIMEY!  - didn’t we all benefit?! I’m sure that every one of you here can’t reflect on Pete’s time in your life, however long or short, even those fleeting interactions, without smiling and recalling his ever cheery chat and endless positivity. That is a life well lived. If we all tried to live our lives a bit more like Pete ….. that would be a truly great legacy. Philip George Traill: 8th November1965 - 8th September 2024 Edmund Selwyn Haviland: 6th April 1924 - 17th October 2020 Order of Service: John Patrick Coles: 8th September 1934 - 22nd August 2017

After the AGM of Thursley History Society on 20th November 2025, a talk was given by Paul McCue of the Secret WW2 Learning Network. He had previously given a presentation on the Atlantic Wall on Hankley Common earlier in the year. The talk includes: the Atlantic Wall; Farnham Castle; Dunsfold Aerodrome; Special Operations Executive (SOE); Winterfold; Wanborough Manor; Tyting House; Gorse Hill; and Longmoor Military Railway. Places a little farther afield covered were Stodham Park and Brookwood Military Cemetary Testing a tank on Hankley Common This is a very cut down version of Paul McCue's talk and just provides the main establishments and events of his hour-long and well-received presentation. You can learn more about Paul McCue and the Secret WW2 Learning Network here: https://www.thursleyhistorysociety.org/post/secret-ww2-learning-network The Atlantic Wall and Hankley Common This was a far briefer talk about the importance of the Atlantic Wall than was given in the summer, as many of the audience had attended the talk in August 2025, and it concentrated on the French resistance fighter, René Duchez, The talk is well covered here: https://www.thursleyhistorysociety.org/post/atlantic-wall-walk-and-talk-august-14th-2025 One update was to see this photograph of a modified Churchill tank as tested on Hankley Common on a D-Day beach: Farnham Castle (8 miles) The grounds of Farnham Castle. This building dates back to the 12th Century and was a former residence of the Bishops of Winchester and the Camouflage Development and Training Centre (CD&TC) of the Royal Engineers. From the Farnham Castle Trust: In October 1940 a ‘curious collection’ of about 30 men disembarked from the London train at Farnham station. This group contained the first, and perhaps the most illustrious, students of British military camouflage to attend CD&TC. Within their number were professional artists, one of Britain’s leading zoology experts in animal camouflage, architects, theatre stage designers, stained glass designers and even a stage magician. The team included the Surrealist painter, Roland Penrose (NB: There is an excellent article about Farnham Castle and its role in WW2 written by Sally Scheffers which can be found in the pdf within this entry on the website: https://www.thursleyhistorysociety.org/post/victory-euphoria-thursley-history-society-s-exhibition-to-celebrate-the-80th-anniversary-of-ve-da ) Where's the pillbox?! The courses were for six weeks and turned civilians into military Camouflage Officer officers through a mix of tutoring, experimentation and training exercises in the grounds. The military occupied the west wing and the Bishop (of Guildford) remained in the east wing. They had a workshop in the stables and access to the Royal Aircraft Establishment (RAE), in Farnborough. Royal Aircraft Establishment (RAE), Farnborough . Dunsfold Aerodrome (8.5 miles) Dunsfold Aerodrome as it was and as it is today (2025). Dunsfold had four connections to the 'secret war': 1. Machinery, new to the UK, from the USA was used to create the runways. One, happily incorrect, piece of folklore was that a Canadian serviceman was accidentally buried amongst the concrete. 2. Mustard Gas bombs, which were never used, were transported via Cranleigh station and were stored for potential use on the aerodrome. The hugely destructive power of the V-1 rocket bombs (aka 'Doodle Bugs', had to be destroyed. We had to rely on intelligence from our field operatives and the French Resistance to learn the whereabouts of their launching platforms. 4. Lysander short take-off and landing 'Special Duties' aircraft, based at Dunsfold, delivered some of these special agents. An example of such and operation was on the night of 9/10 April 1944 when two black-painted Lysanders landed at Dunsfold, one with two agents of SOE’s F (French) Section: William Savy and Jacqueline Nearne returning from France. Savy had crucial intelligence regarding a huge fuel dump for the Germans’ V-weapons. Jacqueline Nearne MBE  (27 May 1916 – 15 August 1982) was a British secret agent who served with the Special Operations Executive (SOE) during the Second World War. Fluent in French and raised largely in France, she became one of the organisation’s most enduring couriers in occupied territory, operating for over a year behind enemy lines. Special Operations Executive (SOE) It was established in 1940 and its Charter was "to conduct sabotage and subversion in territories occupied by the Axis powers, and to supply, train and help organise local resistance movement". For security purposes, it was often known as the "Inter-Services Research Bureau“ and its staff referred to it as “the firm” or “the racket” or “la maison”.   Operated in all countries or former countries occupied by or attacked by the Axis forces, except where demarcation lines were agreed with the Soviet Union and United States. It also made use of neutral territory, or made plans and preparations in case neutral countries were attacked by the Axis.   The organisation directly employed or controlled around 30,000 people, including several thousand women. SOE established Special Training Schools (STS) known as ' S tately ' O mes of E ngland' including: Winterfold (10miles) STS 4 (later STS7) Winterfold, near Cranleigh A case study from Winterfold was Lieutenant Nestor Bodson . He was a secret agent of T (Belgian) Section, SOE. Born in 13 April 1921, he grew up in the Liège area of Belgium.  He had an austere upbringing and had undertaken a two years’ teacher training course near Spa, Belgium.  He came to Winterfold in Feb – Mar 1942 where he was judged to be an intelligent, quick learner, but considered whimsical and touchy, somewhat immature (only 20). He was fit, keen, patriotic and ‘Physically and mentally he is good material’.  But security concerns continued because he confided in people and frequently took photographs of his surroundings and fellow trainees.  However, he redeemed himself in a ‘honey trap’ at the Regal Cinema, Cranleigh! He became a W/T radio operator with the code name “Springbok” , and on the night of 27 August 1942  he was parachuted into Belgium for clandestine operations. He appears in The Most Secret List of SOE Agents with personnel file reference HS 9/171/7 and is sometimes recorded with the rank of lieutenant. He was captured soon after landing and was later executed: according to SOE records, he was shot by firing squad in Schaerbeek, Brussels, on 5 December 1942. His name appears on multiple wartime and memorial lists, all showing that he died in German hands while serving as an SOE agent. Wanborough Manor (6.5miles) STS5 Wanborough Manor A case study from Wanborough Manor was the extraordinarily brave Flight Officer Yvonne Cormeau . She was born Beatrice Yvonne Biesterfeld on 18 December 1909 and after being educated in Belgium and Scotland, she married Charles Émile Cormeau in 1937; he later joined the Rifle Brigade and was killed during the Blitz, an attack she survived despite serious injury, though she tragically lost the baby she was carrying. She joined the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force in 1941 and was soon recruited into SOE’s F-Section, where she trained as a wireless telegraphy operator. She was parachuted into southwest France near Bordeaux on the night of 22–23 August 1943 and over the next thirteen months she sent more than 400 wireless transmissions - one of the highest totals achieved by any SOE operator -coordinating supply drops, gathering intelligence, and supporting Resistance activity. She frequently operated under extreme danger, at times transmitting for months from the same rural house, once convincing German soldiers at a roadblock that her radio set was an X-ray machine, and even escaping after being grazed in the leg, managing to save her radio equipment. After the liberation of her area she continued to work until the end of the war, and in the postwar years she worked as a translator for the Foreign Office in the section handling SOE material, remained active in veteran associations, and fostered Anglo-French relations. She received numerous honours for her wartime service, including the MBE (Military), the Légion d’honneur, the Croix de Guerre, and the Médaille de la Résistance. She died in Fleet, Hampshire, in 1997 at the age of eighty-eight. Tyting House (10 miles) Station XXVIII, Tyting House, St Martha's, nr Chilworth Tyting House was a 'cooler' facility for rejected agents or those under suspicion. This is an example of a Secret WW2 information board that features Tyting House: Wormley (4 miles) STS 50 Gorse Hill, Wormley, nr Godalming Initially a holding school for Belgian agents, later in the war at least 25 Pickaxe agents, SOE trained, were dropped into occupied Europe by the RAF from 1942 to 1944. Pickaxe agents were from the Soviet Union's secret service, the NKVD, the forerunner of the KGB. Longmoor Military Railway (10 miles) Longmoor Military Railway During WW2, the Longmoor Military Railway was a crucial training ground for the Royal Engineers to prepare personnel for railway operations in occupied territories and at home. It served as a logistical hub, using its lines to transport troops, vehicles, and supplies between the Bordon and Longmoor camps. The railway's layout was frequently altered, and it was used for both practical training, such as constructing and deconstructing lines, for transport and for sabotage training.

From the village hall website: Welcome to Thursley Village Hall, a beautiful Victorian school building in the heart of Thursley, just off the A3 close to the Hindhead Tunnel. It provides one of the best community facilities in the area - and it loves to be used! Photographs by Sean Edwards With a large Main hall and separate smaller North hall, fully equipped kitchen and spacious lawned garden to the rear which backs onto Thursley National Nature Reserve, the Hall is a great venue available to hire for events from wedding receptions (with space for erecting a marquee in the garden) to Brownies/Cub Scouts sleepover weekends and all points in between. Everyone is welcome! https://www.thursleyvillagehall.co.uk/ See also "The Village Hall in 1965" . Thursley Village Hall, November 1991 The whole Trust Deed is in the pdf below:

More information required on 1 & 2 Church Cottages: 1 & 2 Church Cottages and St Michael & All Angels Church taken from the National Trust owned field in July 2025 2 Church Cottages before the extension, date unknown Newspaper cutting (undated) of 1 Church Cottage before the extension was added 1 Church Cottages showing the porch on the left side before the extension was added. The roof of a garage can be seen in the lane below. The photographs were given to Amanda Flint in August 2024, by a woman who had lived at 1 Church Cottages many years ago. View of The Street, the Church and Church Cottages Property details for 1, Church Cottages c2010: Surnames of previous owners of 1&2 Church Cottages include: Collins, Warner, Pye, Norman, Leet-Cook, Orrick In 1996, Drusilla Pye wrote, "I came to live here (2 Church Cottages) in December 1956 when it was the tied cottage for the District Nurse. I was able to buy it from the Diocese in 1984. I retired in 1986. My work covered the Hindhead (Grayshott) Practice and I have covered most of the surrounding villages as a relief nurse/midwife on occasions." 2 Church Cottages, the first taken (obviously!) from the churchyard and the second from the front gate. The cottage had always been smaller than No1 but the new extension (2020) has given it a similar sized footprint. Photographs taken in July 2025.

These interesting document show who lived where in 2002 and 1936. If you are relatively new to the Parish, you might like to know who once lived in your house... The 1936 Register of Electors is sorted by surname, so searching for your house will be more challenging and it may have had its name change!