I really thought my Ody family obsession was a thing of the past; a guilty, not so private pleasure. I'd written a school's project for Brookfield School with a copy for Lower Shaw Farm , because yes, an Ody family once lived there too, along with numerous articles including one for the Friends of Lydiard Tregoz annual report. I had stopped tracking down people online and I no longer trawled through local history books for any reference to the Odys. I honestly thought I was over it all. Yes, occasionally I felt stirrings, the odd itch or twitch, but it would pass. Then earlier this week I made a reference to Walter Ody in a blogpost about the Hook Burial Ground, and I'm back in the grip. Readers have contacted me in their dozens - well three actually, but so intense is my obsession that I'm experiencing a full blown Ody episode. For me it all began with the weathered headstone in the churchyard at St Mary's Lydiard Tregoze and as the saying goes, the rest...