(Photograph is the copyright of Sarah-Jane Bullock)Traffic in Pewsey was brought to a halt on Friday (April 29) by a Victorian hearse drawn by two magnificent Friesian horses with flowing manes and red plumes on their bridles. It carried the coffin of Ted Burton, huntsman of the Tedworth Hunt for over 30 years.
His coffin was carried into the church by serving huntsmen and two foot supporters.
Ted Burton died at the age of 85 after a relatively short battle with cancer, with his wife Dot beside him. His family was with him throughout his illness, and friends were always dropping in to reminisce.
Almost to the end they were greeted by his wonderful, slightly wicked smile and twinkling blue eyes. Asked in those last weeks whether there was anything he would like to change about his life, he replied: “Absolutely nothing...I’d do it all again”.
The church was packed to overflowing to hear what was a celebration of a true countryman’s life. Ted, as he was universally known, was born in Worcestershire, to a farm labourer who worked the land with horses.
He left school at 14, and worked on the farm himself before becoming a groom and then becoming kennel Huntsmen at the local hunt. In l970 he moved to the Tedworth, where he and his wife, Dot, lived for many years in the house behind the kennels.
Ted Burton and friendOnly six months before he died he was riding at the opening meet of the Tedworth at Oare House, surrounded by the next generations of his family, all of whom are equally dedicated to horses.
His son Gerald trains point to pointers, and his three sonS, in turn, all became jockeys. One, had a terrible accident at Exeter racecourse which means he is now confined to a wheelchair. Ted was so proud of the way he has made an active for himself, and his accident didn’t put of his 10 year old half sister Molly, taking up the sport.
His oldest friend Bill Cook gave the eulogy, recalling how they used to ride in team chases where one of them regularly ended up on the ground. He said Ted was a 'great legman' who carried around with him 'a magic potion' which could be used to treat all the myriad lumps and bumps to which horses are prone.
He described his distinctly unromantic proposal to Dot. Her family were having to move out of their cottage because her father had died, so Ted said 'they might as well get married'. It was wonderful marriage which lasted 60 years. She was as much part of the hunt as he was.
They were both bitterly upset by the hunting ban ten years ago. Ted, who had never been to London before, went to the Countryside Alliances march where he seemed to know everybody. For him hunting was never the same after the ban, but after a pause he continued to ride to hounds.
Despite his assurances to Dot in later years that he wouldn’t take risks, he continued jumping. Ironically it wasn’t hunting on a horse which killed him. He fell from his quad bike last year following the beagles, and when he didn’t recover as fast as he hoped, doctors found he had cancer.
His coffin was carried out of the church to a recording of the Countryside Alliance’s anthem, 'We are the defenders of the countryside', as a friend blew 'Gone away' on a hunting horn.
With our thanks to Sarah-Jane Bullock for use of her photograph - you can reach her website here.
Jeff Osborn (Photo courtesy The Western Daily Press)With the sudden and shocking death of Wiltshire Councillor Jeff Osborn, the Health Service in our county has lost a constant champion. Jeff died in the Royal United Hospital in Bath on April 1, a few days after suffering a severe stroke. He was 73.
Jeff was a long serving member of the Council's Health Scrutiny committee, where he was a vigilant critic of the new world of fragmented and commissioned health services, while at the same time speaking up for those who are trying to make and keep the NHS free and fairly available to all those who need it.
Jeff also saw very clearly what is happening to the NHS as a result of the Coalition Government's Health and Social Care Act, one of the reasons why he (and I) couldn't continue in the Liberal Democrats.
Jeff cared deeply about the NHS, but that was one among many of the battles that he fought. He was twenty years a Councillor in Wiltshire, first elected as a West Wilts District Councillor in 1996 and then to the old County Council and as a Wiltshire Councillor in 2009.
His political journey included membership of the Labour Party, then the Lib Dems, and then becoming an Independent. He always insisted his values hadn't changed, others had. He stood up for his people in his Trowbridge ward, and was so well respected there that he was re-elected in 2013 (now as an Independent) with a huge 700 majority, and an extraordinary 86 per cent of the vote.
He served twice as the Town's Mayor. Most recently he supported Trowbridge residents in their fight against excessive development (though he was a strong supporter of building more affordable homes), and campaigned against government plans to impose fracking on the Trowbridge area. He also cared about the town's wartime heritage and was a leading light in the campaign for a memorial to the Trowbridge factories' construction of Spitfires in the Second World War.
I first got to know Jeff when Chippenham Hospital was threatened with closure. He supported the successful local efforts to keep it open by arguing the case on the then County Council scrutiny committee.
Later we became colleagues in the unitary Wiltshire Council, first as Liberal Democrats and then as Independents. We shared many values, including a belief in the positive contribution of local government and the public sector, which seems all too often to be under threat these days.
One of Jeff's most recent and high profile campaigns was to keep the Hopper bus service to the RUH in Bath. He saw cutting it as a glaring example of how the needs of a vulnerable few were seen as dispensable in the name of the austerity programme to which he strongly objected. It is a sad irony that the last email I had from him was about his visits to the RUH, proudly travelling on the Hopper.
It is extraordinarily sad that his wife Helen, also a Wiltshire Councillor, was in hospital after a serious operation at the time of his death. They were an inseparable pair, and our thoughts are with Helen at such a difficult time.
In public, Jeff came across as bluff and genial, usually seen of late in his signature greatcoat. He was a very effective public speaker, with his own very individual style. One of his great strengths was his deep understanding of the system, and an uncanny ability to get it to work for the causes he cared about.
He was well respected across the political divides. He was rather a private person, and others will have known him better than I did, but he was also a genial and, when necessary, a critical friend, always supportive when needed. When I challenged the established view that all was well with Wiltshire Council's care in the community, Jeff was always there to back me up.
Personally I will miss him terribly. I know many others will too - deeply and genuinely, over and beyond the many public expressions of condolence. He is a huge loss also to progressive politics in Wiltshire. It is a sometimes an overused expression, but I believe it in this case to be true: I don't think we will see his like again.
Councillor Chris Caswill represents the Monkton Division of Chippenham on Wiltshire Council.
Grace Denman in 2012Grace Denman's funeral will be at 2.00pm on Wednesday, 24 February at St Mary's Church, Marlborough.
Mrs Grace Denman of Riverside, Marlborough died on Wednesday (February 10.) She was aged 103.
She and her husband Teddy moved to Marlborough in 1985 and she became an active part of the community - especially as a member of the congregation of St Mary's Church.
She was born in the Essex village of Tiptree in 1912: Grace Mary Rosina Southgate. In those days Tiptree had no piped water, no electricity, not gas supply and no main drainage. It was famous for its strawberry jam and school holidays had to fit with the harvest so children could go with their mothers to the strawberry fields.
1926: Grace aged 14 with her brother Bob aged 7At six she started at the village school and then went to the High School in Chelmsford - a ten miles each way trip on the 'light railway'. Her fees were paid by 'an education grant'.
Her father died in 1923 - quite probably the delayed result of the 'trench nephritis' (or Bright's disease) he had suffered during the First World War.
We know a great deal about Grace Denman's early life from the pages of a small book published in 2012 - to mark her hundredth birthday.
Clare Napier interviewed her and the result is a wonderful glimpse of the life of a rural family overcoming the odds stacked against them. Her recall of the details of those times is amazing.
She was good at French - and hated gym. When she left school an aunt suggested she might like to become a telephone operator. It must have slightly surprised her when she was accepted by the Post Office in London - she had never even spoken on the telephone.
There was a delay before she could start the job in London, and she worked as a poof-reader at a printing company in the village.
The 'Post Office' was, of course, the GPO (General Post Office) which handled all the country telecommunications. At privatisation the telecommunications side of the GPO went to BT - who continued paying her pension.
With her impeccable French she worked on the switchboards of the Continental Telephone Service for eight shillings a week. And she learnt German.
When the Germans overran France communications were cut and her job ended. In 1940 she went to work on the switchboard at the headquarters of the Belgian authorities who had sought refuge in Britain. Then she moved on to work at the offices of the Free French.
Later, as she told Clare Napier, "...I worked with the War Office. I still can't talk about the work, but it was very interesting. In 1945 the war ended and I returned to the Post Office."
It is safe to say that her war work was important as when the post-war conferences began, she was recalled and worked for two years in Paris - ending with the United Nations conference of 1948. It is unlikely she was 'merely' an interpreter.
Grace Southgate retired in 1972 - and married her boss, Teddy Denman, who was a widower and fourteen years older than her. They had seventeen very happy years together before he died in 1990.
They had been persuaded to move to Marlborough by Teddy's younger son Eric, who was an orthopaedic consultant in Swindon.
In Marlborough Grace Denman ran the Mothers Union, prayer groups and, for a time, the Luncheon Club. And she put on coffee mornings to raise funds for the Marlborough Brandt Group, St Mary's Church and, when it was just starting, for the Prospect Hospice.
She was a long-serving proof-reader for Tower and Town. As she put it, she had been doing that work 'for donkey's years' - and was still doing it in 2012.
In January 2013 she took part in Marlborough's traditional Wassail Ceremony - offering the first piece of toast to the robins at one of the trees planted by the Marlborough Community Orchard team.
Grace Denman's interviews with Clare Napier in 2011 and 2012 end thus: "I don't think 'poor me', everyone has gone, nobody remembers me....I feel I am so fortunate to live here in Marlborough where people are so friendly."
This article is based largely on Clare Napier's interviews and her 24-page booklet: "Born 1912".
Bob WiseOne of the country’s longest serving local journalists, Marlborough father of three Bob Wise has died at the age of 92 after an amazing career of over 70 years broken only by his war service.
Mr Wise, who was married to his wife Elsie for 57 years was editor of the former Marlborough Times, worked as sub editor on the Swindon Advertiser and as a racing correspondent and tipster for the Wiltshire Gazette.
His wife was at his bedside when he died at the Miranda nursing home in Royal Wootton Bassett in the early hours of Saturday morning.
Home for most of his married life was at Upper Churchfields in Marlborough where he and his wife celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary seven years ago.
He is survived by his wife, three children, Rosalind, Roger and Robin, and by two grandchildren, Cecilia and Samuel.
There will be a burial service for family and close friends only on Tuesday (August 11) at Marlborough Cemetery in Frees Avenue followed at 2.30pm by a service of thanksgiving for his life, in St Mary’s Church.
Mr Wise was brought up at West Overton, not far from the famous racing stables at Beckhampton and Manton that were to be a major feature in his life.
His family believes his love of racing probably started when a favourite uncle used to let him race snails on their doorstep!
He left Marlborough Grammar School at 16 to be apprenticed as a reporter on the former Marlborough Times and he was midway through his training when he joined the Home Guard before being called up into the Royal Air Force.
He worked in the RAF wireless communications section and his service took him to the Far East where by an amazing coincidence he bumped into his only brother, the late Alan Wise who died five years ago, who was also in the armed forces.
When peace returned in Europe, Mr Wise returned to reporting on the local paper meanwhile building up his contacts in the world of racing that enabled him in later life to become a widely respected racing correspondent and tipster.
He moved to the Swindon Advertiser and enjoyed the cut and thrust of daily journalism for some years before returning to the Marlborough Times as its editor, a position he held for many years.
Bob, as he was generally known, was interested in all aspects of sport and played soccer for his village side as a youngster and it was while playing tennis on the old grammar school courts in Elcot Lane that he met Elsie. In later life he became one of the leading snooker players at Marlborough Conservative Club.
Mrs Wise said: “Bob loved all sports but racing was the thing he liked most.”
He wrote a weekly column for the Handicap Book for more than 30 years and after retiring continued writing a weekly racing column for the Wiltshire Gazette well into his eighties.
As a Gazette journalist, Nigel Kerton worked alongside Mr Wise in Marlborough for almost 50 years. He told Marlborough News Online: “Bob was the old fashioned journalist who had a network of contacts in every village, always researched his stories thoroughly and was well respected by all who knew him."
“As an editor he encouraged numerous young journalists into their careers and although I worked on a rival paper he gave me a lot of help in my early days and we became lasting friends.”