Horsing Around

Hello fellow Bodle Street Greeners. I hope that you’re keeping well during these strange times. I thought that I’d take this opportunity to share our hobby with you in case you’re looking for something new to occupy your time indoors.

Horse racing has long been a passionate hobby of ours, and about 18 months ago we were introduced to Owners Group which gives anyone from any walk of life the chance to become involved in the industry for a very small outlay. It works a bit like this:   

For between about £45 and £60 a year you become a syndicate member of your chosen horse along with between 3000 and 4000 other owners. There are no other costs involved during your 12 months ownership.

Paul and I have shares in 5 horses at the moment and the Owners Group currently have 60 horses in training, both flat and National Hunt. It is so exciting when ‘your’ horse runs and as all racing is available to watch live, it has kept us entertained during lockdown by also following the other Owners Group horses as well ( if you happen to be passing whilst one of our horses is running you may have heard just how exciting! ). It is not designed to be a money making scheme ( although you do get your share of any prize money,  once it’s been shared out between the other 3999 owners its unlikely to buy you a glass of wine! ). We have also met some other lovely people involved when we were able to go racing or to stable visits to meet our horses.

If you are remotely interested I would really recommend visiting www.ownersgroup.co.uk to find out more, and who knows, maybe sometime in 2021 we could all have a day out at the races!

Meanwhile, stay safe everyone

Kerry and Paul

All creatures great and small ..

My love of animals goes back to when I was a child. I had a pet tortoise, rabbit, hamster, dog, cat and even stick insects and a terrapin. I now work as a Healthcare professional and I have never lost this love.

A few years ago I was fortunate to own two beautiful horses, an Appaloosa, Ghostbuster, and a thoroughbred, Mr Twist, both wonderful temperaments and gave me great joy, especially fulfilling a dream of riding on the Sussex Downs with Twist and my retriever, Ben. I moved to a house where I stabled my horses, having 4 acres of field. I even bought an additional grey (white) horse, Tomahawk, (Tommy), who was being sold with the house! Having lost my retriever to cancer, I fell in love with a Rottweiler puppy and to cut a long story short, ended up with 4 male Rottweilers – the loves of my life: Troy, Diesel, Kobi and Luca, who were very protective of me. Over time I rescued 7 cats, 3 tortoises and subsequently another 4 for various reasons.

Unfortunately, when I returned to work, the horses went on livery in Brighton. I still rode them until they passed away with age and inevitable health problems. However, as I missed them so much I bought a pony, Budweiser. I still own and ride him. He too, was at home for a short period but is now at a yard where my daughter looks after him whilst I am at work. He is a great confidence giver. I even took him to Firle Hunter Trials in 2011, where at the 12th fence, he decided to go one way and I the other, so I landed on the ground unhurt. Although he is nearly 26 years old and suffers from arthritis, he is still fun to ride but I have to respect him and his ability.

As I still had the land, Paul and I decided to rescue chickens, ducks and even 2 geese, saving them from being Christmas Geese!! This was great fun although hard work. I sold the eggs at work as we had so many. The dogs passed away within years of each other all suffering from cancer. I was devastated so we decided to buy a puppy. In my usual habit as with the other pets, I didn’t just have one but came home with 2 black Labradors. A few years later, many of the feathered friends had passed away.

I changed jobs and decided to down-size house. Moving house with now 6 cats, 7 tortoises and 2 dogs was quite a feat! I was then asked by a colleague if I would have her labra-doodle dog as she was no longer able to look after him! Well, how could I say “No” to such a beautiful lovable but eccentric dog? So now Dylan enjoys life with Buster, 3 cats, and 6 tortoises.

He too has met many friends with whom he runs, when out in the fields.

So here I am at my present day, living in one of the best villages ever, Bodle Street Green – being so lucky to have made many good friends who as well as being helpful, caring people, also share my love for animals.

As many of you who know me may have heard, we very sadly and unexpectedly lost Jack one of our beloved Labradors three weeks ago. He will always be in my heart. He was loved by all his friends with whom he walked in the beautiful countryside. All my pets over the years have given me so much joy and unconditional love, and I am blessed to have had them in my life. May it long continue!

Patsy Walters


If you want to be part of the Bodle Street Green dogging group (that’s for dog walkers!) there’s a Whatsapp group which alerts you to fields with cattle, to avoid walking in. Contact info@thebodle.com to be directed….

Yoga for All of Us

Many think of Yoga as the reserve of the athletic, Lycra-clad who can tie themselves into pretzel shapes. In fact, none of that is necessary to be a yogi! Yoga is for everybody, and a regular practice is more than just a system of exercises; we also learn how to breathe properly, which helps manage stress, benefiting both body and mind.

During lockdown, some of our local yoga groups have stayed in touch and learned new skills like using Zoom in order to continue with classes, keeping us healthy and grounded amid the storm of media chatter, and sustaining a feeling of community until we can meet again face-to-face.

Everyday yoga at home might begin with creating simple routines such as slowly rolling your shoulders forwards and up as you take a deep breath in, then sighing it back out as you roll them back and down – try repeating this a few times while waiting for the kettle to boil. Connecting movement and breath is a great way to find calm. How about taking time to stretch and breathe as part of your daily outdoor exercise quota. Include a forward fold, a chest opening stretch and perhaps a twist or side stretch, making sure to repeat on both sides. Try stepping forward with one foot, bending the knee and sinking into a Warrior posture, which is great for strengthening the hips and legs. Always move gently, take your time, and stay within a range of movement that feels comfortable for you – enough so you can feel a stretch, but making sure there is no feeling of strain or discomfort. Enjoy!

Safia Bowley 2021

Note From A Bodle Street Happy Hacker

The Highway Code states that when a horse is on the road any drivers should take ‘great care’ and ‘treat all horses as a potential hazard’. This is such great advice as even the most even-tempered horse can get spooked (and when that happens it happens fast!) The Code further asks drivers to pass ‘wide and slowly’ – again a great piece of advice that helps to keep everyone safe.

In turn horse riders on the roads need to ensure that they are polite to other road users – always acknowledging their care and patience with a nod of thanks. It’s worth noting that The British Horse Society advises that both hands should remain on the reins when riding on the road (unless you are signalling) so a nod really is the only way to safely express your gratitude when you’re in the saddle. The British Horse Society also advises that bright clothing/Hi Viz should be worn when using the roads. A study proved that horse riders wearing Hi-Viz are seen by drivers on average 3 seconds sooner that those not wearing it … that’s a significant amount of time and distance.

As a car driver I occasionally encounter a rude or inconsiderate horse rider. Maybe they hog the road or just simply don’t take the trouble to say thank you. I know it’s frustrating when that happens but I appeal to car drivers and bike riders not to let the odd unfortunate experience change the way in which they act around horses. As a Bodle Street happy hacker I’m pleased and proud to say that the vast majority of encounters I have on our local roads are positive. Thank you to all the Bodle Street drivers and bikers for this … please keep up the great work – it really is hugely appreciated!

Jill Pickering

Tractors AND This and That

It’s a great pleasure to be asked to contribute to the new magazine and, hopefully, help it get off the ground, ‘so to speak’. I’ve been asked to write something on tractors, which is what I have done here, but I have extended it a bit to cover all old transport, which is what my daily life is about quite frankly.

Tractor & Machinery
It was some 26 years ago now that I created Tractor & Machinery, which was not my actual idea initially, but which today is still a big seller, on the book stands and on subscription. Six months later, in 1995, I created Classic and Vintage Commercials and then a host of other magazines including Classic Tractor, Ford and Fordson Tractors, Classic Plant & Machinery, Steam Traction Engine, Classic Massey & Ferguson Enthusiast and so it goes on.

I also set up the Tractor & Machinery Holiday Club, which became P & J Tours in 2007, and where we took people all around the world looking at old machinery, however , that’s all on hold now with the pandemic of course. Our tours to JCB and other manufacturing factories in the UK have also always been very popular, promoted through the magazines.

Old Glory
Moving on to current times, I am currently editor of the 100 page Old Glory magazine, which has been in existence for 33 years and covers road steam, narrow gauge railways, commercial vehicles, tractors, stationary engines, models (diecast and engineering). The magazine has a very lively 16 page Market Place section covering auctions to reader’s sales and wants. I am also Tractor & Machinery editor at large and editor of the 22 page Tractor Mart section of this magazine, as well as doing a similar thing in Tractor & Farming Heritage magazine.

A Hive of Business Activity!
You could say, Bodle Street Green has produced the largest selling veteran, vintage and tractor magazine in the world for nearly two decades and it now also produces the largest selling magazine dedicated to all-round veteran, vintage and classic transport matters in Old Glory!

What Does That Word Tractor Mean?
Some of you might be thinking, what does the word tractor mean and where does it derive from? Of course daily they are driven through the narrow roads of Bodle Street Green, these huge 100 + hp thundering monsters by manufacturing giants: John Deere (made in Mannheim, Germany), JCB (made in Staffordshire) and Massey Ferguson (made in Beauvais, France). We don’t have a New Holland fleet locally these days, but the Popovic’s were New Holland – Ford (made in Basildon, Essex) people for many years, before going over to John Deere. The Popovic family of course do a superb job cutting the hedges each year for many of you.

The word tractor comes from the Latin word ‘trahere’ meaning ‘to pull’. In modern times the earliest recorded uses of the word dates from the 1860s when steam engines and vehicles designed to pull farming tools and wagons were being developed. They were initially referred to as traction engines and then as tractors.

In fact traction engine comes from the steam period, but we really have to go to Hart-Parr, Charles City, north Iowa, USA where the first mass produced internal combustion line of tractors came along, starting in 1902 and they used the word tractor from 1907. Some of the major steam manufactures stateside threatened the publisher of the American Thresherman that they would pull their advertising out. However, after much huffing and puffing, they didn’t, but it was the start of the end, and by 1927 the last steam traction engines had been dispatched in North America.

Some of you I know take South East Farmer; well each month I write four pages in the Farm Machinery section (also sold with Profi magazine) on agricultural bygones and modern farm sales on second hand machinery and implements. However I also write on commercial vehicles and have a column in Classics Monthly on cars! I know, how boring! Oh I also edit Classic Massey & Ferguson Enthusiast!

In England, the epi-centre of all colonial and world road steam manufacture (portables, traction engines, road rollers and steam wagons), the last steam wagon was sent to Argentina in 1950. It was the same year that the last domestic steam roller had been dispatched. The last steam traction engine was sold by William Foster of Lincoln (they made the very first successful WW1 tanks) in 1944 No. 14637, 7hp single-cylinder, JNU164 that sadly did not make preservation.

Interestingly the last commercial traction engine to leave Bodle Street Green was 1919 Wallis and Steevens 7hp Expansion engine No. 7662 Pensioner in 1952. I brought the engine back to the village in October 2017 for my 65th birthday, which you all supported so well, thank you!

First Tractor in Bodle Street
The first internal combustion tractor to come to Bodle Street Green was a 1917 Whiting-Bull, which George Barnes acquired. It was none too successful, but was the start of tractors in the village and was to last until Churchill’s first scrap-drive in 1938.

Peter Love

Attwood Farm Nursery School

We started Attwood Farm Nursery School in September 2001 and were officially opened by HRH Sophie, Countess of Wessex (a personal friend) the following summer.

After leaving the City, Nick and Lindsay decided to open a nursery school to provide important Early Years education for babies and pre-school children.

We are coming up to our 20th year and still going strong. The importance of EY education has proved vital in the progression of children’s development. The education is only part of what we offer. The children are nurtured by our caring “family” team, they learn to interact with other children, are encouraged to share and best of all have great fun seeing the animals when running through the fields on our 100 acre farm!

We talk about Farmer Jim and Miss Penny ( Lindsay’s parents)  who were such a big support to us when we set up AFNS and were often seen in the nursery, teaching music and movement or talking about the farm. Sadly, as some of you know they are no longer with us, but we remember them fondly.

Life at AFNS is busy, possibly even more so with the recent disruptions we have had with the pandemic. The vital service that we offer is welcomed by the parents and all the staff look forward to seeing the smiles on the children’s faces every morning.

Nick and Lindsay Godwin


When I was asked if I would like to write something for The Bodle I had my reservations; I wasn’t sure if my kind of writing would be suitable as most of my scribblings revolve around motorbikes and adventure, and the rest are usually observations about things that the good people of Bodle Street Green would probably not like to read about. So, what was I to write about? Corona? Too contentious. The weather? Too boring. Brexit? I really don’t think so. I needed something I had first-hand experience of that other people could relate to .. that’s it! The combination of solitude and mental health. No please, read on.

I’m not going to get into the rights and wrongs of our beloved government’s choices, instead, I’m going to write about my experiences regarding the solitude, and the resulting mental health issues, that were one of the inevitable outcomes. First, a bit of background.

As much as I’d love to deny it, I was a strange child. I was slow to mature and not bright enough to notice, so when my friends started acting cool and chatting to girls, I continued running around pretending I was a fire engine. Needless to say, my friends moved on and my gang went from me and my mates, to me and my mate, then to just me. Now for most children, this would have been very bad but, strange as I was, I quite enjoyed the space and spent much of my time reading; my two books of choice being Computer Programming and my beloved Yellow Pages (told you I was strange).

Life around me went on as normal but there was always a them, and a me. Sometimes they overlapped slightly and I took a step closer to normal, but I always returned to my comfortable place which was on my own.

As I grew older and matured a little, people became a normal part of my life but I always felt able to return to myself if necessary. And then Corona happened ..

I was booked in to do a talk about my new book at the Ace Cafe in London (a well-known biker cafe) and was quite nervous so when the government announced the country was going into lockdown, I have to admit to feeling a slight sense of relief as well as a massive disappointment.

Given my past, I assumed I’d be one of those people who actually enjoyed the solitude, and at first I did; however, as time ticked on, and we progressed from lockdown one, through lockdown two and into lockdown three, I could feel myself spiralling down into some very dark places. And that, my friends, is where I currently sit, flitting between wishing I was dead, and wishing that everyone else was.

I’ve spent time thinking about the precise cause, of course, my initial thoughts being somewhat wide of the mark, assumed this worrying darkness was the result of the combination of not riding my motorbike, not going on my little hikes and not going on my foreign adventures. I’m sure there’s some truth in that; however, when some of my mates appeared on the other side of the hedge recently, my mood lifted considerably and the world felt a little less heavy. I think I’m simply missing my friends. There’s a huge gap in my life where my life used to be.

So, perhaps I’m not the odd-ball loner I always thought I was, perhaps I’m a little more human than I assumed. I suppose, after a while, we all turn into a product of society with similar traits and needs.

.. and to conclude. I’m both a bloke and a biker, neither of which are supposed to get too emotional; however, when your chips are down and your stiff upper lip is quivering like that of a reprimanded toddler, it’s hard not to. My mates appeared on the other side of the hedge just at the right time. I’m not sure if it was planned or by accident but they were there when I needed them. We all need help from time to time and asking for it can be all but impossible, especially for a man. Mentally, I consider myself quite a durable little chap, and if I’m finding life difficult, I wonder how more vulnerable people are managing to cope. We all need human contact but in these strange times, when such things are severely restricted, it’s quite normal to struggle. There is no shame in asking for help.

Richard Georgiou

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Do you know?

The definition of bodle (noun)
A bodle or boddle or bodwell, also known as a half groat or Turner was a Scottish copper coin, of less value than a bawbee, worth about one-sixth of an English penny, first issued under Charles II. They were minted until the coronation of Anne. Its name may derive from Bothwell (a mint-master).


  • Which is the oldest building in Bodle Street Green?
  • How many Commonwealth War Graves are there in St John’s churchyard?
  • What was the name of the first performance by T.O.B.S
    (Thespians of Bodle Street)?
  • In the 1801 ten year census, who was publican of The White Horse Inn?
  • What is the first year the name Bodle Street appears on a surviving document?
  • Where was the village cricket ground before 1970?

(answers in March issue. A jar of Hole Farm marmalade to the winner!)