A Ghost Pub Pilgrimage

A Ghost Pub Pilgrimage through Stroud and the Five Valleys
Raising funds for the Trussell Trust in September

Walk and/or bicycle your way through this list of pubs.
Tick them off.
Keep a diary or a record if you wish.
Take photos for the archive.

Let these pub names and addresses
Come alive again
(‘Have another?’
‘I don’t mind if I do.’)
And help us all out in these hard times;
Let’s find them and toast them with imaginary pints
On a series of Ghost Pub Pilgrimages on foot or on bicycle,
And if you know of any other ghost pubs or inns,
Please send them in …

Do the list in any order.
On your own and/or in a group.
And raise funds in any way you wish for the Trussell Trust.

Perhaps you have personal or family memories
Of old times spent in some of these inns:
Got stories to tell? Please send them in.
Perhaps draw pub sign for these lost gathering places,
Or perhaps write a poem about the pub name,
Or have a group rendition of The Listeners by Walter de la Mere.

With thanks to Geoff Sandles
and his invaluable and necessary
Stroud Valley Pubs Through Time
And his wonderful website
https://www.gloucestershirepubs.co.uk/
And Pubs of the Old Stroud Brewery,
By Wilfred Merrett

Painswick
Adam & Eve, Paradise, (formerly The Plough Inn), A46
The Bell, (bombed 1941) Bell Street
Bunch of Grapes, Cheltenham Road
Cross Hands, Stammages Lane
Fleece Inn, Bisley Street
Golden Heart, Tibbiwell Street
New Inn, St Mary’s Street
Red Lion
Star Inn, Gloucester Street
White Horse, Vicarage Street

A Ghost Pub Pilgrimage through Stroud and the Five Valleys
Raising funds for the Trussell Trust in September

Walk and/or bicycle your way through this list of pubs.
Tick them off.
Keep a diary or a record if you wish.
Take photos for the archive.

Let these pub names and addresses
Come alive again
(‘Have another?’
‘I don’t mind if I do.’)
And help us all out in these hard times;
Let’s find them and toast them with imaginary pints
On a series of Ghost Pub Pilgrimages on foot or on bicycle,
And if you know of any other ghost pubs or inns,
Please send them in …

Do the list in any order.
On your own and/or in a group.
And raise funds in any way you wish for the Trussell Trust.

Perhaps you have personal or family memories
Of old times spent in some of these inns:
Got stories to tell? Please send them in.
Perhaps draw pub sign for these lost gathering places,
Or perhaps write a poem about the pub name,
Or have a group rendition of The Listeners by Walter de la Mere.

With thanks to Geoff Sandles
and his invaluable and necessary
Stroud Valley Pubs Through Time
And his wonderful website
https://www.gloucestershirepubs.co.uk/
And Pubs of the Old Stroud Brewery,
By Wilfred Merrett

Painswick
Adam & Eve, Paradise, (formerly The Plough Inn), A46
The Bell, (bombed 1941) Bell Street
Bunch of Grapes, Cheltenham Road
Cross Hands, Stammages Lane
Fleece Inn, Bisley Street
Golden Heart, Tibbiwell Street
New Inn, St Mary’s Street
Red Lion
Star Inn, Gloucester Street
White Horse, Vicarage Street

Sheepscombe
Crown Inn (now private residence: Church Orchard SO 892104)

Pitchcombe
Eagle Inn (now Eagle Cottage), A46

Ruscombe
George Browning’s off-licence

STROUD
Walbridge
Anchor Inn/Linton Inn, Anchor Terrace
The Bell,
Kings Arms, (Butts site), Lower George
Ship Inn/Ship and Anchor, Walbridge

Lightpill
The Cyprus Inn, Bath Road
Fleece Inn
Kite’s Nest, Bath Road

Bowbridge
Canal Tavern
New Inn

Dudbridge
Bridge Inn
Railway Inn , Dudbridge Road
Victoria Tap

Cainscross
Alpine Lodge (The Stratford) Stratford Road
Clothiers Arms
Hope Inn, Cainscross Road
White Horse Inn, Westward Road
White Lion, High Street
Henry Robbins & Son, Cider Licence (off sales)
Alfred Cratchley’s off-licence (Godsells Brewery)
Mrs Haden’s Off-licence

Paganhill
Stag & Hounds
Spring Inn, Paganhill Lane (now called Spring House – residential)

Cashes Green
Gardeners Rest, Harper Road

Ebley
Bell Inn, Ebley Wharf, Stroudwater Canal (by Oil Mills Lane)
Coach & Horses 260 Westward Road
Lamb Inn, Westward Road
Old Crown, Chapel Lane SO 827048
Malakoff Inn, Westward Road

Whiteshill
Star Inn, Star Green
Bird in Hand, on the road to Edge: now residential Bird in Hand Cottage SO839082
Bell Inn, Bell Pitch (now residential Bell House) SO 840072, Woodcutters Arms

In Town
The Railway Station
The Imperial.

Russell Street
Bricklayers Arms
Foresters Arms (just up from the Railway Hotel)
Railway Hotel

Gloucester Street
Masons Arms
Ye Old Painswick Inn

King Street
Chequers Inn
Golden Heart (junction of Oxfam and the betting shop in Stroud. In the 19th century, the Golden Heart had a skittle alley, and the famous Chartist, Henry Vincent, spoke near there before the Selsley Hill mass meeting in 1839.
The Greyhound; Green Dragon 43 King Street
Kings Arms
Royal George Hotel

High Street
Corn Exchange Hotel (45 High Street)
Dolphin
George Inn,
Nelson Inn 46/47 High Street.

George Street
Post Office Inn
Woolpack Inn

John Street
True Briton

The Shambles
Butchers Arms/Corn Hall Hotel

Union Street
Market Tavern
Plough Inn
Swan Inn
Union Street
Union Inn (The Pelican – Market Tavern)

London Road
Sundial Inn

Near the Cross at the top of the High Street
Bedford Arms
Kings Head
The Lamb
Corn Exchange
The Crown
Orange Tree, (Hill Street?)
White Hart

Nelson Street
New George
New George Inn/Horseshoes Inn
Rising Sun
Wellington Arms

Acre Street area
Butchers Arms, 42 Acre Street
Cross Keys
Chapel Street off-licence
White Horse, Old Chapel Street
Swann Inn, Old Chapel Street

Parliament Street and beyond
Butchers Arms, Parliament Street
Cross Hands
Half Moon Inn, 62 Hill Street
Leopard Inn (stood just below Cotswold Playhouse)
New Inn, Silver Street (now Parliament Street)
Star in Tower Hill, Parliament Street
Oddfellows Arms, Summer Street
Red Lion Inn (Summer Street)
Middle Street off-licence
New Inn, Lower Street
Star Inn, Tower Street (prob near Orange Tree)
Weavers Arms, Meeting Street

Bisley Road
Target Inn
Spread Eagle, Bisley Old Road (north side – demolished 60’s part of road widening)
The Bisley House.

The Leazes
Globe Inn, Lower Leazes
Horse and Groom, Upper Leazes.

Slad Road
Prince of Wales

Callowell
Plough Inn (just to the north of Callowell Farm).

Rodborough
The Lamb Inn, Butterrow Hill
Princess Royal, Butterrow
Off-licence, Spillmans
Woolpack, Inn (Woolpack Cottage), Butterrow
Golden Cross Inn, Bath Road
Boot Inn, The Street, Kingscourt, SO 845033
Nags Head, Bowl Hill, Kingscourt (just possible to read the name), Golden Fleece, The Butts
Edward Barradine’s off-licence (Spillmans Pitch?)
White Lion, Dudbridge Road
Princess Royal, Butterow (about 50 yards from The Prince Albert), Duke of York

Avening and Cherington
Sawyers Arms 71 High Street
Nags Head, Nags Head Lane
Farriers Arms/Horse & Farrier Avening,
Barn House, Cherington
Yew Tree Inn, Cherington.

Uley, Dursley, Cam, Coaley, Berkeley, North Nibley, Wotton-under-Edge, Arlingham, Framilode, Cambridge, Slimbridge, Saul, Sheppardine, Elmore, Longney

White Lion, 49 The Street, Uley, Nags Head, Uley, Lower Crown Inn, The Street, Uley (was next to the village hall), Shears Inn, Uley (residential: houses: The Shears), Swan Inn, Coaley (now Old Swan Cottage), Heart of Oak, Ham Hill, Coaley (now residential: Oak House), White Hart, Wotton Road, North Nibley, Apple Tree Inn, Wotton-under-Edge, The Ram, Wotton-under-Edge, New Inn, Kingshill Lane, Cam, Lamb Inn, Chapel Street, Cam, Foresters Arms, 31 Chapel Street, Lower Cam, Butchers Arms, Lower Cam, White Lion, Market Place, Dursley, White Hart, Long Street, Dursley, Star Inn, Silver Street, Dursley, Railway Inn, Long Street, Dursley, New Bell, Long Street, Dursley, Lamb Inn, Long Street, Dursley, Hen & Chicken, Woodmancote, Dursley, Crown Inn, 41 Long Street, Dursley, Cross Keys, Union Street, Dursley, Apple Tree Inn, Cam, Bull Inn, Bull Pitch, Dursley, Broadwell Tavern, Silver Street, Dursley, Boot Inn, Silver Street, Dursley, Bell Inn, Cam, Bell & Castle Inn, Parsonage Street, Dursley, Bell Inn, Berkeley Heath, Bell Inn, Arlingham, Old Bell, Arlingham Bell Inn, High Street, Arlingham (just off Passage Road), Yew Tree Inn, Woodfield Road, Cam, Berkeley Vale Hotel, Stone A38, Spread Eagle, Newport, nr Berkeley, Off-licence, Alkerton? Newport nr Berkeley, Newport Towers Hotel, Newport, Darrell Arms, Upper Framilode, Junction Inn, Framilode, Drover’s Arms, Bristol Road, Cambridge, Fox Inn, Woodford, Stone, near Berkeley (now a private residence Foxley House ST 692958), Crown Inn, Stone (just off the A38 on the road to Lower Stone – private residence, Crown Cottage), George Inn, Berkeley, George Inn, Bristol Road, Cambridge, Bell Inn, Bristol Road, Cambridge, White Lion, Bristol Road, (now residential) Cambridge, Shepherds Patch Inn, Slimbridge (now Patch Farm), Drum & Monkey/Junction Inn, Saul (now Junction House), Saul off-licence, Windbound Inn, Sheppardine, Stonebench Inn, Elmore, New Inn/Plate of Elvers, Longney, Swann Inn, Coaley, White Hart/Stagecoach Inn, Newport, near Berkeley, Star Inn, Heathfield (A38), near Berkeley, (now a private residence Star Inn Cottage ST 702984), Apple Tree Cider House, Halmore Lane, Hamfallow, near Berkeley (now a private residence the Old Cider House).

Stone, North Nibley, Wotton-under-Edge
White Hart, Wotton Road, North Nibley
Apple Tree Inn, Wotton-under-Edge
The Ram, Wotton-under-Edge

Berkeley Vale Hotel, Stone A38
Fox Inn, Woodford, Stone, near Berkeley (now a private residence Foxley House ST 692958)
Crown Inn, Stone (just off the A38 on the road to Lower Stone – private residence, Crown Cottage)

Berkeley
Spread Eagle, Newport, nr Berkeley
Off-licence, Alkerton? Newport nr Berkeley
Newport Towers Hotel, Newport
George Inn, Berkeley,
White Hart/Stagecoach Inn, Newport, near Berkeley
Star Inn, Heathfield (A38), near Berkeley, (now a private residence Star Inn Cottage ST 702984)
Apple Tree Cider House, Halmore Lane, Hamfallow,near Berkeley (now a private residence the Old Cider House).
Bell Inn, Berkeley Heath
Crown Inn, Bevington (2 miles SW of Berkeley).

Arlingham, Framilode, Cambridge, Slimbridge, Saul

Bell Inn, Arlingham
Old Bell, Arlingham
Bell Inn, High Street, Arlingham (just off Passage Road)

Darrell Arms, Upper Framilode
Junction Inn, Framilode

Drover’s Arms, Bristol Road, Cambridge,
George Inn, Bristol Road, Cambridge
Bell Inn, Bristol Road, Cambridge
White Lion, Bristol Road, (now residential) Cambridge

Shepherds Patch Inn, Slimbridge (now Patch Farm)

Drum & Monkey/Junction Inn, Saul (now Junction House)
Saul off-licence

Sheppardine, Elmore, Longney

Windbound Inn, Sheppardine
Stonebench Inn, Elmore
New Inn/Plate of Elvers, Longney,

Sharpness and Purton
Sharpness Hotel & Dockers Club
Severn Bridge and Railway Hotel, Station Road, Sharpness
Plume of Feathers/Lammastide Inn, Brookend, near Sharpness (on Lip Lane on OS map)
Pilot Inn, Purton (now a private residence, ‘The Pilot’)
Berkeley Hunt, Canalside, Purton
Berkeley Arms, Purton
Waifers Arms, Halmore, near Purton
Fox & Goose, Halmore, near Purton

Horsley
Bell and Castle, The Cross
Boot Inn (next to the village shop)
Yew Tree Inn, Nupend (just before Cox’s Farm on the B4058 W-under-Edge road – private res now)
White Hart Inn, Downend (now a private residence, the Old White Hart SO 835983)

Chalford/Frampton Mansell/France Lynch/Bisley/Oakridge Area
Bell Inn, Chalford (used for Chartist meetings in the 1830s)
Company’s Arms, Chalford
The Crown, Waterlane
Company’s Arms, Chalford
Duke of York, Queen’s Square, Chalford Hill

Oak Inn, Thames & Severn Canal, Frampton Mansell
White Horse Inn, Cirencester Road, Frampton Mansell (at top of Cowcombe Hill)
Oak Inn, Frampton Mansell

Court House, France Lynch (to the south of the village on the hill leading up to Avenis Green)

George Inn, Bisley

Nelson Inn, Far Oakridge (junction of the Daneway and Far Iles Green Road)

Stonehouse and vicinity

Brewers Arms, Gloucester Road
Cross Hands Inn, nr the Midland Railway station
Crown and Anchor, High Street
Nag’s Head, Regent Street
Royal Arms, Bath Road
Royal Oak
Royal Arms, Burdett Road
Ship Inn, Bristol Road
Spa Inn, Oldends Lane

The Anchor Inn, Ryeford Wharf, Stroudwater Canal
New Inn, Roving Bridge, Newtown (Stroudwater Canal)
Victoria Inn, Foundry Lock, Upper Dudbridge, Stroudwater Canal

Ryeford Arms, Ebley Road, Ryeford
Haywardfields Inn, ‘Nowhere’, Ryford, (on main road from Ryford to Ebley – hardly anyone lived there GL10 2LQ)

Fleece Inn, Stanley Downtown, nr Stonehouse

Off-licence, Nupend, nr Stonehouse

The Stanleys and Eastington

Britannia, High Street, (just south of the Kings Head – now residential: Britannia Cottage), Kings Stanley
Crown Inn (western edge of southern village green), Kings Stanley
Lamb Inn, Leonard Stanley
Middle Yard, Kings Stanley,
Nelson, Kings Stanley
New Inn, Church Street (residential property called the Old New Inn) Kings Stanley,
Old Castle, Inn (now a private residence), Kings Stanley
Old Crown, Kings Stanley
Red Lion, 3 The Green, Kings Stanley
Royal Oak, Shute Street, Kings Stanley (on road corner where the street meets roads to Middleyard and Selsley (Broad Street – now a private residence)
Star Inn, Kings Stanley (now a private residence in Broad Street, on the western side, opposite the rec., next building south down from the Kings Head)
Weavers Arms, Middleyard, (now a private residence) Kings Stanley, White Hart Leonard Stanley.

Britannia, Eastington
Castle Inn, Mill End, Eastington (prob the private res Castle House SO 783055)
Fox Inn, Bath Road, Eastington
Kings Head, Alkerton Cross, Eastington

Selsley

Nags Head, Selsley (opp the village school in School Square and the Bell), New Inn, Selsley Common

Nailsworth Area
Clothiers Arms, Nailsworth
Crown Inn, The Cross, Nailsworth
George Hotel, Nailsworth
Red Lion, Nailsworth

Crown Inn, Inchbrook
New Inn, Cow Lane, Inchbrook (next door to the Crown on a bend of the A46)

Jovial Forester, Star Hill, Forest Green
The Rock and Fountain, Star Hill, Forest Green
The Star, Star Hill, (a few yards from the Jovial Forester), Forest Green The Upper Star, Star Hill, Forest Green

Kings Head Inn, Forwood

Kings Head Inn, Dunkirk
Nag’s Head Inn, Dunkirk

Rising Sun Inn, Shortwood

Yew Tree Inn, Atcombe Road, South Woodchester (private residence: Yew Tree House)
Ten Bells Inn, Convent Lane, Frogmarsh, South Woodchester
Ram Inn, South Woodchester
Plough Inn, Bath Road, Little Britain (A46), Woodchester
Cross Inn, High Street, South Woodchester SO 840023

Minchinhampton

Crown Inn
White Hart

White Lion
Salutation Inn
Trumpet Inn

Box and Burleigh

The Box Inn, Box, (Box Inn Cottage)
Halfway House, Box
Bell Inn, Burleigh
Red Lion, Swells Hill, Burleigh,

Brimscombe and Thrupp

Brimscombe:

Kings Arms, Bourne, Brimscombe
Nelson, Brimscombe
Port Inn, Brimscombe
Victoria Hotel, Brimscombe
Port Inn, Brimscombe

Thrupp:

Forester’s Arms, Thrupp
Fountain Inn, Middle Pitch, Thrupp
Malakoff Inn, London Road, Thrupp
Phoenix Inn, London Road, Thrupp
Barley Mow/Railway Tavern, Brownshill (a few hundred feet above Brimscombe station; opposite the footpath which went down through Brownshill Banks to the main road by the Victoria Hotel
Red Lion, Eastcombe
King & Castle, Waggon & Horses, London Road, Thrupp
Foresters Arms, Claypits
Thrupp off-licence (Thrupp Lane?)
Brewers Arms, Thrupp Lane
Bourne off-licence
Waggon & Horses, London Road, Thrupp.

Randwick and Ruscombe

Rising Sun, Randwick, Rising Sun (SO 831066 approx – nr the closed Methodist Chapel)
New Inn, Randwick nr the centre of the village SO (827066 approx) Ludlow Green Inn, Ludlow Green, Ruscombe,(tiny hamlet s of Ruscombe nr Randwick)

Slad

Star Inn
Riflemans Arms, The Vatch
Barley Mow (now a private house near the Woolpack)

Radical Road Trip

Radical Antiquarians on Tour
The Antiquarians’ Road Trip
Plus ca change

Look! There’s Mr Jingle and Mr Pickwick in Stamford,
A town astride the Great North Road,
All tortuous turnpikes and honey stone,
Coaching inns and listed buildings:
‘GOOD STABLING AND LOOSE BOXES’;

And beyond Stamford, heading east?
There’s John Clare revenants walking the roadside,
And channels and rivulets and watercourses,
With high embankments above the roads,
And a cloud filled sky that meets the fields
In a cumulonimbus towering clasp
Across a dark shadowed numinous dreamscape;

But there, leaping out of the flat lands’ fastness,
The vaporous tower of Ely cathedral,
And all around, the oozing of the fens:
Tick Fen; Langwood Fen, Great Fen, ChatterisFen,
Ouse Fen, Mildenhall Fen, Burnt Fen …
And all around, the waters of rivers and dykes,

And a boatyard down below the cathedral,
Constant trains rattling across the freight line rails,
As twilight softness gathers around the streets,
And swifts soar high above the Maltings,
And high above the roof of Oliver Cromwell’s house,
Just as their seventeenth century ancestors did,
When Cromwell strode forth with his righteous bible,
Imagining a New Model Army
That would vanquish Charles Stuart’s Royalists,
While swifts screeched and eavesdropped high above,
And a parliament of rooks observed and noted.

Radical Antiquarians on Tour
The Antiquarians’ Road Trip
Plus ca change

Look! There’s Mr Jingle and Mr Pickwick in Stamford,
A town astride the Great North Road,
All tortuous turnpikes and honey stone,
Coaching inns and listed buildings:
‘GOOD STABLING AND LOOSE BOXES’;

And beyond Stamford, heading east?
There’s John Clare revenants walking the roadside,
And channels and rivulets and watercourses,
With high embankments above the roads,
And a cloud filled sky that meets the fields
In a cumulonimbus towering clasp
Across a dark shadowed numinous dreamscape;

But there, leaping out of the flat lands’ fastness,
The vaporous tower of Ely cathedral,
And all around, the oozing of the fens:
Tick Fen; Langwood Fen, Great Fen, ChatterisFen,
Ouse Fen, Mildenhall Fen, Burnt Fen …
And all around, the waters of rivers and dykes,

And a boatyard down below the cathedral,
Constant trains rattling across the freight line rails,
As twilight softness gathers around the streets,
And swifts soar high above the Maltings,
And high above the roof of Oliver Cromwell’s house,
Just as their seventeenth century ancestors did,
When Cromwell strode forth with his righteous bible,
Imagining a New Model Army
That would vanquish Charles Stuart’s Royalists,
While swifts screeched and eavesdropped high above,
And a parliament of rooks observed and noted.

And so, we strode through Ely’s eely dreamscape,
Shapeshifting in the gathering dusk,
To claim food and drink at the Prince Albert;

Then dreaming of the cathedral,
‘The ship of the Fens’, moored with an anchor
Whose foundations rest on clay and sand,
And a water table higher
than that that of the nearby river,
Until the morning’s ganglion of railway lines
And succession of level crossings:
‘That’ll be the Ely north avoider loop at Queen Adelaide. Enables trains to run direct from Norwich to Peterborough, and vice-versa, and for Kings Lynn freight traffic to head to/from the yards at March. Really tight curves. Ely is a junction for five directions.’ (Jon Seagrave)

We drove on past giant fields of barley and wheat,
Right next to equally giant fields of flowering potatoes
(‘Its only bondage was the circling sky’),
Past where the agricultural rioters of 1816
Would have congregated, voicing demands
For a moral economy with fair prices and wages,
Before marching on to Ely and Littleport:
The response was transportation and execution;

And all the while, embankments and water,
And Will Kemp’s actor-ghost Morris-dancing his way,
In a forlorn attempt to prove that he
Was more popular than William Shakespeare,
Until we reach the flint city of Norwich,
To witness the cathedral’s taking of the Eucharist,

And, outside, Robert Kett’s Rebellion of 1549,
Hand to hand combat along cobbled Elm Street,
Betwixt two flint churches at either end,
The Earl of Warwick’s army guarding the Bishop’s Gate,
Right there where the Red Lion now stands,
And there, by the thick girth black poplar,
Just where we stand and gaze and imagine,
The rebels swimming the shallow waters by Cow Tower
(Built to hold hand held cannon and bombards),
To try and outflank the massed armed ranks on the bridge;

We wandered past the proud Kett memorial plaques,
Past the pub called Lollards Pit
(Mutter that you can find God in your own conscience.
You don’t need an archbishop’s hierarchy),
(Lollards: the link between the Peasants’ Revolt,
Kett and co and then the Diggers and Levellers.
Lollards Pit: the place of execution:
The faggots piled high for the burning
Of these religious radicals.),

Then up Kett’s Hill, past Kett’s Bakery,
To Mousehold Heath where at least 10,000 rebels
Camped high above the city, and its authorities,
Both ecclesiastical and secular,
And where their memory lives on, not just
With plaques and ruins and information panels,
But also, with an assertion of commonality
And historic rights of estover,
For here signs tell us to help ourselves to wood,
And timber and fuel from the felled trees:
Robert Kett’s moral economy
And opposition to enclosure lives on
In its quiet, understated manner
Up here, still, on Mousehold Heath.

I picked up a stone as a keepsake
As we descended back towards the city:
‘Oh, whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad.’
I’ve now placed it in the backroom fireplace,
Awaiting my whistle on some dark winter night.

The next day saw us in the Norfolk Broads,
Driving past Three Hammer Common,
And the parish of Barton Turf, with a verger,
Who looked as though he were from a Pre-Raphaelite painting;
Discovering fern and nettled footpaths
Behind massive churches distant from any village,
To reach lonely staithes down on the river bank,
And wander close to a causeway on a pilgrimage
To an isolated red brick windmill,
Built upon the site of St Benet’s monastery,
Where a spectral monk sometimes surveys
His haunting ruins and landscape:

A seeming labyrinth of watercourses:
Sails gliding by just above one’s head,
Yachts and wherries making their way
Parallel with our pilgrimage,
Lanyards clangourous in the breeze,
Skylarks ascending, ducks keening,
Osiers and sedges and willow and aspen
All rustling in the gathering wind,
Sunlight glistening on the rippling waters,
An elemental harmony of air, earth and water,
And fire, too.

For where we were standing and musing,
Just in front of the abbey gateway,
Was where abbey documents detailing
Bonded work, were burned by villeins
In the 1381 Peasants’ Revolt.
Right where we stood.
What happened to them, I wonder,
Out here in this watery world.
Did the words of King Richard the Second
Condemn them to a worse servitude?
Or death?
‘You wretches detestable on land and sea; you who seek equality with lords are unworthy to live. Give this message to your colleagues: rustics you were, and rustics you are still; you will remain in bondage, not as before, but incomparably harsher. For as long as we livewe will strive to suppress you, and your misery will be an example in the eyes of posterity. However, we will spare your lives if you remain faithful and loyal. Choose now which course to follow.’

By strange and unhappy happenstance, by the way,
Six hundred and forty years ago on this day,
John Ball was hanged, drawn and quartered:
‘When Adam delved and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?’

The next day saw us homeward-bound –
But antiquarian detours were necessary:
Wymondham, first, and this proud plaque:
‘Seeking a fairer society in Norfolk,
Robert Kett, supported by his brother William,
led a rebellion of more than 15,00 people in 1549.
The rising was crushed and over 3,000 died.
On 7th December 1549 Robert was hanged for treason
at Norwich Castle and William from Wymondham Abbey’s
west tower. This plaque was erected in 1999 to remember
the man and his struggle for a more just society in Norfolk.’

Chastened by the image of William,
Dangling, broken-necked, from a rope
Attached to the Abbey’s soaring high west tower,
We made our final East Anglian call at Bury St Edmunds.
Yet another abbey. Yet another memorial.
This time about Magna Carta; placed there in 1847.
‘THE 25 BARONS APPOINTED
TO ENFORCE THE OBSERVANCE OF MAGNA CHARTA
AT BURY St EDMUNDS NOV 20th A.D. 1214’
A detailed list follows;
And, on an adjacent wall, another memorial
To signify Victorian admiration
For this precursor to Runnymede in 1215;
In Gothic rhyming couplets too …
‘WHERE THE RUDE BUTTRESS TOTTERS TO ITS FALL,
AND IVY MANTLES O’ER THE CRUMBLING WALL …’

Sellar and Yeatman’s 1066 And All That
Came along some eighty years later;
Here are a few salient points
from their subversive 1930 classic:
‘1. That no one was to be put to death, save for some reason – (except the Common People)
2. That everyone should be free – (except the Common People)
3. That everything should be of the same weight and measure
throughout the Realm – (except the Common People)
4. That the Barons should not be tried except by a special group of other Barons who would understand …
Magna Charter was therefore the chief cause of Democracy in England, and thus a Good Thing for everyone –
(except the Common People).’

Well, we had to get home and live like common people,
And so, we called in, as everyone,
apart from barons, do,
At a motor way service station;
This one was on the M6, newly opened near Rugby,
And there I read in the Morning Star
(Bought in the Co-op in Wymondham)
Of a strike at the Weetabix factory in Kettering,
Over pay for working unsocial hours …

Plus ca change …
We still seek that elusive moral economy …
The barons are doing okay though.

Plus ca change.

Radical antiquarians on tour.
(Stuart Butler)

AA [Antiquarians Association]

RAC [Radical Antiquarians Collective]

East India Company Walk

The information boards at Chalford intrigue,
Because of the lack of information:
At Chalford Vale and along the canal,
We are told about the local links
With the East India Company,
But we are not told about the practice
Of the East India Company;
The information boards are products of their time …
Times change and context is needed.

We start this contextualisation
Revealing a hidden colonial history
Within this leafy Cotswold landscape,
With a heat-wave peripatetic.

We start at Seville’s Mill in Chalford,
‘Today I would like to acknowledge
The Tory new mantra for History:
‘Retain and explain’,
Coupled with their ‘Culture Wars’ assertions:
‘You can’t change and airbrush history’,
And ‘The British Empire was a Good Thing’,
By letting the ‘Past Speak for Itself’,
From the pages of Jack P. Greene’s erudite tome,
Evaluating Empire and Confronting Colonialism
in Eighteenth-Century Britain’:

The information boards at Chalford intrigue,
Because of the lack of information:
At Chalford Vale and along the canal,
We are told about the local links
With the East India Company,
But we are not told about the practice
Of the East India Company;
The information boards are products of their time …
Times change and context is needed.

We start this contextualisation
Revealing a hidden colonial history
Within this leafy Cotswold landscape,
With a heat-wave peripatetic.

We start at Seville’s Mill in Chalford,
‘Today I would like to acknowledge
The Tory new mantra for History:
‘Retain and explain’,
Coupled with their ‘Culture Wars’ assertions:
‘You can’t change and airbrush history’,
And ‘The British Empire was a Good Thing’,
By letting the ‘Past Speak for Itself’,
From the pages of Jack P. Greene’s erudite tome,
Evaluating Empire and Confronting Colonialism
in Eighteenth-Century Britain’:

The East India Company?
‘those shameful triumphs over unwarlike and defenceless nations, which have poured into the laps of individuals the wealth of India … and driven us to plunder and destroy harmless natives fixed so deep a stain on the English name, as perhaps cannot be expiated.’

‘changed, contrary to the intentions of its institution, from a commercial, into a military corporation’, so that India – a ‘country, late so famous for its commerce, whose rich manufacturers brought to it immense wealth from every corner of the tributary world, and whose fertile plains supplied millions of its neighbours with grain’ is ‘unable now to yield itself the bare necessities of life. The loom is unemployed, neglected lies the plough; trade is at a stand, for there are no manufacturers to carry it on’; multitudes are ‘perishing for want of food.’

‘a revenue of two millions in India, acquired God knows how, by unjust wars … their servants came home with immense fortune obtained by rapine and oppression.’

‘and indeed it is clearly proved, that the East India Company is rotten to the very core. All is equally unsound; and you cannot lay your finger on a single healthy spot whereon to begin the application of a remedy. In the east, the laws of society, the laws of nature, have been enormously violated. Oppression in every shape has ground the faces of the poor defenceless natives; and tyranny has stalked abroad. The laws of England have lain mute and neglected and nothing was seen but the arbitrary face of despotism. Every sanction of civil justice, every maxim of political wisdom, all laws human and divine, have been trampled underfoot, and set at nought.’

‘Pride and emulation stimulated avarice, and the sole contest was, who should return to that home … with the greatest heap of crimes and of plunder.’

‘Asiatic plunderers’, ‘they had for many years been disgracing us as a nation and making us appear in the eyes of the world, no longer the once-famed generous Britons, but a set of banditti, bent solely on rapine and plunder.’

executions, oppressions, blood-shed, massacres, extirpation, pestilence and famine.’

‘Instead of our fleets crowding our ports freighted with the precious commodities of the East … we have … the importation of the fortunes of splendid delinquents, amassed by peculation and rapine.’

Parallels with the Roman Empire?
‘the dominions in Asia, like the distant Roman provinces during the decline of the empire, have been abandoned, as lawful prey, to every species of peculators; in so much that many of the servants of the Company, after exhibiting such scenes of barbarity as can be scarcely paralleled in the history of any country, have returned to England loaded with wealth.’

Clive of India?
‘utterly deaf to every sentiment of justice and humanity … this insatiable harpy, whose ambition is unparalleled, and whose avarice knows no bounds.’

America and India Conjoined?
‘We have abused and adulterated government ourselves, stretching our depredations and massacres not only to the Eastern, but Western world … the guilt of murder and robbery … now crying aloud for vengeance on the head of Great Britain.’

‘How melancholy is the consideration to the friends to this country that in the East and in the West, in Asia and America, the name of an Englishman is become a reproach’, and in ‘Europe we are not loved enough to have a single friend … from such a situation there is but a small step to hatred or contempt.’

We make our way up and through Chalford Bottom,
Remembering the great radical John Thelwall,
Who stayed here in the summer of 1797:
‘Therefore I love, Chalford, and ye vales
Of Stroud, irriguous:[i] but still more I love
For hospitable pleasures here enjoy’d,
And cordial intercourse. Yet must I leave
Your social haunts …’

And so, we made our way to Hyde and Minchinhampton,
Collectively reading from this link:
http://radicalstroud.co.uk/stroud-and-a-hidden-colonial-landscape-number/

We then processed by lane and footpath to Box,
And then descended to Longford’s Mill,
Where we had a reading from Amplify Stroud:
https://amplifystroud.com/2021/02/18/clothing-colonialism-stroud-and-the-east-india-company/
Then it was past Iron Mills and the Weighbridge Inn,
With an unhappy glance back at the Great War:
http://radicalstroud.co.uk/archibald-knee-and-dorothy-beard/
And so, along the lanes and through the woods
To reach Nailsworth and another reminder
Of the local landscape and a colonial history
(See towards the end of this link):
http://radicalstroud.co.uk/stroud-and-a-hidden-colonial-landscape-number/

We started the day with the bus to Chalford
And we end this peripatetic with a bus back to Stroud.

Stuart Butler 22nd July 2021

A Pandemic Peripatetic

A Pandemic Peripatetic April 2021
Well, I am alone, self-isolating,
And here I must remain,
This kitchen window my prism,
Reflecting and refracting the sunlight,
But also, the past, present and future,
In a virtual peripatetic.

I start my imaginary journey
In Old yet New Corruption London,
Walking the words of Citizen John:
‘Thou, Commerce, too, monopolizing fiend!’,
Filling ‘The public streets with want’s afflictive plaint’,
Making my way to the Tower and the Old Bailey,
Picturing John Thelwall with his quill in Newgate:
‘Within the Dungeon’s noxious gloom
The Patriot still, with dauntless breast,in conscious virtue
The cheerful aspect can assume –
And smile – in conscious virtue blest!’

But, now ‘Let’s all go down the Strand!’,
To catch the words of Citizen John
(Study a poem and hear a Thomas Spence song, too),

A Pandemic Peripatetic April 2021
Well, I am alone, self-isolating,
And here I must remain,
This kitchen window my prism,
Reflecting and refracting the sunlight,
But also, the past, present and future,
In a virtual peripatetic.

I start my imaginary journey
In Old yet New Corruption London,
Walking the words of Citizen John:
‘Thou, Commerce, too, monopolizing fiend!’,
Filling ‘The public streets with want’s afflictive plaint’,
Making my way to the Tower and the Old Bailey,
Picturing John Thelwall with his quill in Newgate:
‘Within the Dungeon’s noxious gloom
The Patriot still, with dauntless breast,in conscious virtue
The cheerful aspect can assume –
And smile – in conscious virtue blest!’

But, now ‘Let’s all go down the Strand!’,
To catch the words of Citizen John
(Study a poem and hear a Thomas Spence song, too),

‘I use the term Jacobinism simply to indicate a large and comprehensive system of reform, not professing to be built upon the authority and principle of the Gothic customary’ …

While ‘The whole nation’ would be unified,

‘combined in one grand political Association or Corresponding Society from the Orkneys to the Thames, from the Cliffs of Dover to the Land’s End’.

Where to next on this dreamtime peripatetic?
Derby and past football visits to ‘Pride Park’?
What would Citizen John have made of a name like that?
As he was attacked by ‘loyalist’ mobs:
‘Sailors, armed associates … and dragoons’;
Or sitting, justifiably paranoid,
About spies and strangers and informants
In coffee house and wayside tavern:
‘Some strange but well-dressed man would seat himself on the opposite side of my box’ …

The sun has set now but William Pitt’s spies
Are still awake; pursuing Thelwall
Across the wilds of Salisbury Plain;
Citizen John, hoping for ‘philosophic amity’
With Coleridge in Nether Stowey,
Before sojourning just down the road
From this darkening kitchen window
In the summer of 1797:
‘… ye pleasant haunts! Brakes, bourns,
And populous hill, and dale, and pendant woods;
And you, meandering streams, and you, ye cots,
And hamlets, that, with many a whiten’d front,
Sprinkle the woody step; or lowlier stoop,
Thronging, gregarious, round the rustic spire …
Therefore I love, Chalford, and ye vales
Of Stroud, irriguous …
Yet must I leave
Your social haunts …’

The next day was bright and welcoming,
And so, I continued my imaginary
John Thelwall lockdown peripatetic
With a ramble and a couple of pints
At ‘the 3 Cocks in the Road to Hay’:
To glimpse Citizen John in the corner,
Composing a letter for Thomas Hardy
And London Corresponding Society colleagues;
Watching him pick up the correspondence
Untouched by Pitt’s spies and myrmidons,
Before making my imagined way to Llyswen,
To the mirror image of STC’s
‘Lime tree bower’,
Where the ‘political lecturer of Beaufort Buildings’
Works hard at ‘one end of our orchard’,
Where ‘flows a pretty little brook

Bubbling through a small romantic dingle to empty itself into the Wye; in which with hobbyhorsical industry I have built a cascade … and am making a rude hermitage (a sequestered summer study) in the dingle beneath.’

And so, to Llyswen and a virtual Excursion,
Courtesy of William Wordsworth:
‘A narrow, winding entry opened out onto a platform …
Enclosed between an upright mass of rock
And an old moss-grown wall: a cool recess,
And fanciful! For where the rock and walls
Met at an angle, hung a penthouse, framed
By thrusting two rude staves into the wall
And overlaying them with mountain sods …
and stooping down, drew forth
A book, that, in the midst of stones and moss
… swoln
With searching damp’;

And after that imagined tableau,
It was time to return to London’s old haunts:
Bloomsbury, 40 Bedford Place, in 1806:
The Institute for Oratory and Elocution,
To glimpse ‘persons of fashion’ and
‘a crowd of scientific and literary characters’,
Before making my way to 57 Lincoln Inn’s Fields,
Where I saw copies of The Champion
Tumbling along the wind-blown pavements,
Heard lectures, recitations and concerts,
Joined the weekly ‘Historical and Oratorical Society’;
Then saw you out in the streets again,
Talking of Peterloo and Lord Sidmouth,
Joining the throng to greet Henry Hunt,
Henry ‘Orator’ Hunt, lionised,
Just as you were in the streets,
Back in 1794,
When you were acquitted for treason at your trial …

(‘ATTORNEY-GENERAL [piano]. Mr Thelwall, what is your Christian name?
T. [somewhat sullenly]. John.
ATT. GEN. [piano still] … With two l’s at the end or with one?
T. With two – but it does not signify. [Carelessly, but rather sullen, or so.] You need not give yourself any trouble. I do not intend to answer any questions.
PITT. What does he say? [Darting round, very fiercely, from the other side of the room, and seating himself by the side of the CHANCELLOR.]
LORD CHANCELLOR [with silver softness, almost melting to a whisper]. He does not mean to answer any questions.’)

But I conclude this imagined peripatetic at Bunhill Fields,
Citizen John, there, in 1832,
Sole eulogiser at the funeral of Thomas Hardy,
His old LCS colleague,
With a voice that compelled 30,000
Into a silent, rapt attention,
‘To paint the voice, and fix the fleeting sound’,
As the old motto for The Tribune put it,
A voice that straddled, as Thompson said,
‘The world of Wordsworth and Coleridge, and the world of the Spitalfields weaver’,
And a voice that still speaks to us today,
To the gig economy world
Of Amazon and Deliveroo and Uber et al:

‘Monopoly, and the hideous accumulation of capital in a few hands … carry in their own enormity, the seeds of cure … What-ever presses men together … though it may generate some vices, is favourable to the diffusion of knowledge, and ultimately promotive of human liberty. Hence every large workshop and manufactory is a sort of political society, which no act of parliament can silence, and no magistrate disperse.’

All still true even for those working from home,
Some atomised and alienated,
Lacking collective support and empathy,
Some facing fire and rehire and isolation,
Many losing a sense of mutuality,
Instead ploughing a lonely furrow;
But just as I pursued a peripatetic from home,
So as to reach out for the words of John Thelwall,
So, John Thelwall’s words can reach out
To those at home in the knowledge economy,
And to those at work in the gig economy.
The ‘Jacobin fox’ may have been
the most dangerous person in the country
Two hundred years ago and more,
But his is still a relevant voice today:
‘To paint the voice, and fix the fleeting sound’ …

‘I affirm that every man, and every woman, and every child, ought to obtain something more, in the general distribution of the fruits of labour, than food, and rags, and a wretched hammock with a poor rug to cover it; and that, without working twelve or fourteen hours a day … from six to sixty. – They have a claim, a scared and inviolable claim … to some comfort and enjoyment … to some tolerable leisure for such discussions, and some means of or such information as may lead to an understanding of their rights …’

Virtual Walking for Foodbanks

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #9-#13
Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Wallingford to Cholsey
Sunday March the 15th

Beware the Ides of March – but I’m a long way from the tidal reach of the Thames – Wallingford Castle – High Street – Thames Street – St Leonards – a glimpse of the Chilterns in the distance – Littlestoke Ferry – the Papist Way – Ferry Lane – Cholsey – 5 miles.

Springtime on the Thames

When is spring not a spring?

When Edward Thomas went in pursuit of spring,
When spring’s advance was slower,
Compared with today’s two miles an hour,
In that so-called Golden Age before the Great War,
He hadn’t endured biblical floods,
And a seeming apocalyptic pandemic,
A pandemic that has arrived in this country
After a forty-year post-Thatcherite zeitgeist,
A zeitgeist that foregrounds charity,
And emphasizes individualism,
Rather than welfare state collectivism.

And the consequence of this zeitgeist?
Panic buying, hoarding, selfishness,
And a consequent diminution
In charitable donations,
Thereby indicating the fragile
Efficacy of charity …

The Guardian 11th March, Robert Booth, Social affairs correspondent:

‘Food banks in Britain are running out of staples including milk and cereal as a result of panic-buying and are urging shoppers to think twice before hoarding as donations fall in the coronavirus outbreak.’

Patrick Butler, Social policy editor:

‘Mental health charities and the Royal College of Psychiatrists have called for an independent inquiry into the deaths of vulnerable people who were reliant on welfare benefits.’ There has been ’69 cases of suicide linked to benefit issues in the last six years’.

How will Universal Credit/Universal Cruelty,
And the five-week wait help in this crisis?
When the Department for Work and Pensions
Reply to criticisms
Highlighted by the death of Errol Graham,
Who starved to death,
Has this sentence within:
‘We always seek to learn lessons where we can’.
‘Where we can’ …

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #9-#13
Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Wallingford to Cholsey
Sunday March the 15th

Beware the Ides of March – but I’m a long way from the tidal reach of the Thames – Wallingford Castle – High Street – Thames Street – St Leonards – a glimpse of the Chilterns in the distance – Littlestoke Ferry – the Papist Way – Ferry Lane – Cholsey – 5 miles.

Springtime on the Thames

When is spring not a spring?

When Edward Thomas went in pursuit of spring,
When spring’s advance was slower,
Compared with today’s two miles an hour,
In that so-called Golden Age before the Great War,
He hadn’t endured biblical floods,
And a seeming apocalyptic pandemic,
A pandemic that has arrived in this country
After a forty-year post-Thatcherite zeitgeist,
A zeitgeist that foregrounds charity,
And emphasizes individualism,
Rather than welfare state collectivism.

And the consequence of this zeitgeist?
Panic buying, hoarding, selfishness,
And a consequent diminution
In charitable donations,
Thereby indicating the fragile
Efficacy of charity …

The Guardian 11th March, Robert Booth, Social affairs correspondent:

‘Food banks in Britain are running out of staples including milk and cereal as a result of panic-buying and are urging shoppers to think twice before hoarding as donations fall in the coronavirus outbreak.’

Patrick Butler, Social policy editor:

‘Mental health charities and the Royal College of Psychiatrists have called for an independent inquiry into the deaths of vulnerable people who were reliant on welfare benefits.’ There has been ’69 cases of suicide linked to benefit issues in the last six years’.

How will Universal Credit/Universal Cruelty,
And the five-week wait help in this crisis?
When the Department for Work and Pensions
Reply to criticisms
Highlighted by the death of Errol Graham,
Who starved to death,
Has this sentence within:
‘We always seek to learn lessons where we can’.
‘Where we can’ …

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #10
Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Tuesday 17th March Cholsey to Tilehurst 12 miles
Sunrise 6.08 Sunset 18.08
Carbon count: 414.24
Pre-industrial base: 280
Safe level: 350

I posted this today on to the Global Walking Artists Network:

Hello there

As some of you know I have been walking the Thames from source towards London to raise funds for the Trussell Trust and food banks but the public health crisis requires a change of approach. Please see below if you are interested in how I am going to rethink and de-walk:

I’ve reached the conclusion that individual, family and public health considerations mean that I will now walk the Thames in a virtual/pretend way.

How will I do this?

By laying out the route-map for the day and by measuring the required distance on my phone. I will walk within my home and within my immediate locality, but far from the madding crowd: 19 corvids rather the COVID-19, as it were.

By using imagination and memory rather than observation.
By following my usual practice of blending reflections on topographical, historical, and contemporary contexts, with the Trussell Trust and food banks always in focus.

I’ve now reached Wallingford in the real world and have also done London bits towards the end, but if anyone wants to join me in a pretend section for the duration, let me know. I’m ‘doing’ Wallingford to Cholsey and then on to Tilehust today btw …

Best wishes,

Stuart

Walking to work, walking at work,
Walking home, walking at home,
Up and down the apples and pears,
Walking to the allotments,
Digging the allotment plot,
Up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire,
Takes me all the way to Tilehurst,
In a manner and manor of speaking,
Imagining some of the following:

Littlestoke ferry point – Cholsey Marsh – Offlands Farm – Moulsford – Ferry Lane – The Beetle and Wedge – Cleeve Lock – Goring Lock – Streatley Church – Goring (ancient ford and meeting point of the Icknield Way and the Ridgeway) – Isambard Kingdom Brunel’s GWR bridge – Gatehampton Ferry Cottage – Hartslock Farm – Whitchurch – The Greyhound – Whitchurch Mill – Church Cottages – the Toll House – Whitchurch Bridge – Pangbourne – Mapledurham (Mapledurham House as in The Forsyte Saga and the inspiration for Toad Hall in The Wind in the Willows) – 78 and a half miles to London – Purley – Kentwood Deep – Tilehurst.

BBC Football Gossip:

‘With the Premier League currently suspended, Liverpool players, staff and fans have stepped in to offer support and donate cash to a foodbank, which relies on donations on match days. (Liverpool FC)’

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #11
Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Tilehurst to Shiplake 10 miles
Thursday March 26th
Sunrise 5.48 Sunset 18.24
Carbon count: 414.34
Pre-industrial base: 280
Safe level: 350

Along the virtual towpath; imaginary Chiltern hills; half-remembered GWR line; signage: ‘Welcome to Reading’; ‘Thames Side Promenade’; remember Oscar Wilde on his release from Reading Gaol, May 1897: ‘Oh Beautiful World!’; more bridges over these troubled times: Caversham Bridge; Reading Bridge; on to Caversham Lock (down); King’s Meadow; the conjoining of the Kennet and the Thames (Kennet, my brother’s ‘House’ at school); Horseshoe Bridge (bring us luck, please); Sonning Lock (down); Sonning Bridge (How I loved Sonning Cutting on the train as a child!); Jerome K. Jerome on Sonning:’ It is the most fairy-like nook on the whole river … more like a stage-village than one built of bricks and mortar. Every house is smothered in roses … bursting forth in clouds of dainty splendour’; Shiplake Lock (down); onomatopoeic Lashbrook; Lower Shiplake; The Baskerville Arms; Shiplake.

Chief Executive of the Trussell Trust, Emma Revie:

‘We welcome the extra financial support announced, particularly the £500m hardship fund for local councils, which can play a key role in anchoring us all from poverty.

But as coronavirus unfolds, more people could need this safety net than ever before – especially those who aren’t eligible for sick pay or have unstable jobs. For many of these people the five-week wait for a first Universal Credit payment could cause real hardship, despite measures announced in today’s Budget. We know the five-week wait is already pushing people to food banks, trapping many in debt and making issues with housing, ill health, disability and domestic abuse worse …

As more people look likely to move onto Universal Credit as a result of the outbreak, the most effective way to help would be to end the five-week wait for a first Universal Credit payment by giving people grants, rather than loans that have to be paid back further down the line. We can prevent more people being locked into poverty as the outbreak develops by ending the wait now.’

The Trussell Trust’s #5WeeksTooLong campaign is calling for an end to the 5+ week wait for Universal Credit.

About the Trussell Trust:

• We’re here to end the need for food banks in UK.
• We support a UK-wide network of more than 1,200 food bank centres and together we provide emergency food and support to people locked in poverty, and campaign for change to end the need for food banks in the UK.
• Our most recent figures for the number of emergency food supplies provided by our network: https://www.trusselltrust.org/news-and-blog/latest-stats/
• You can read more about our work at trusselltrust.org

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #12
Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Shiplake to Marlow 11 miles
Tuesday March 31st
Sunrise 6.37 Sunset 19.32
Carbon count: 415.68
Pre-industrial base: 280
Safe level: 350

Bolney Ferry – Marsh Lock (down) – Mill Lane – Mill Meadows – The Angel on the Bridge – Henley Bridge – Remenham Church – Temple Island – Hambledon Lock (down) – Hamledon Weir – Aston Ferry – Ferry Lane – The Flowerpot – Medmenham – Medmenham Abbey (the Hellfire Club) – Frogmill – Danesfield – Hurley Lock (down) – Hurley – the Olde Bell – Temple footbridge – Temple Lock (down) – Temple Island – Bisham Abbey – Bisham Church – Marlow – where Mary Shelley completed Frankenstein and Percy Shelley penned A Proposal for putting Parliamentary Reform to the Vote (which included a proposal for annual parliaments – the one point of the Chartists’ eventual Six Points that didn’t become into eventual actuality).

‘Time and again over the past decade, food banks across the UK – aided by a generous public who have donated time, food and money – have stepped up to protect people on the lowest incomes in our communities. But with the spread of coronavirus we all now face an unprecedented challenge and uncertain future. It is possible that food banks will face increased demand as people lose income, at the same time as food donations drop or staff and volunteers are unavailable, due to measures rightly put in place to slow the spread of infection. All of this comes when food banks are already dealing with a record level of need for emergency food.

We’re working with our network on how best to support people as the situation unfolds. Wherever possible, food banks will continue to provide the lifeline of emergency food to people unable to afford the essentials and we encourage the public to continue donating after checking with their local food bank what items are most needed.

We welcome the Department for Work and Pensions’ measures that will not penalise or sanction people for self-isolating, but we ask our government to go further and consider additional measures they could take to ensure everyone has enough money for essentials at this challenging time. Ending the five week wait for a first Universal Credit payment would be one such measure that could help significantly.’

Chief Executive of the Trussell Trust, Emma Revie:

That note from Emma Revie is from two weeks ago; I am reading The Guardian at the moment on March 30 2020. Here’s a few snippets from Rebecca Smithers’ report today: ‘The supermarket chain Morrisons is to distribute £10m worth of food to the UK’s food banks during the corona virus outbreak … The UK’s food banks have been struggling to meet demand at a time when the number of volunteers, typically older people, has slumped because of self-isolation. It is estimated that the outbreak of Covid-19 has led to a 40% reduction in donations to community foodbanks …’

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #13
Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Friday 3 April Marlow to Windsor 14 miles
Sunrise 6.30 Sunset 1937 Carbon count: 415.68

Marlow Bridge – Seven Corner Alley – All Saints Church – St Peter Street – Two Brewers – Marlow Lock (down) – Marlow Mill – Quarry Wood – Winter Hill – Spade Oak Ferry Cottage – Spade Oak Farm – Bourne End – Cock Marsh – Cookham Bridge – Cookham churchyard – Holy Trinity – Churchgate – Tarry Stone – The Bell and Dragon Inn – Royal Exchange – Stanley Spencer memorial gallery in the restored Methodist church – four channels downstream from Cookham Bridge – My Lady Ferry – Cliveden – Boulter’s Lock (down) – Ray Mill Island – Maidenhead Bridge and Brunel and Turner – Bray Lock (down) – Summerleaze Bridge – Dorney – Thames Field – Dorney Court – Oakley Court – St Mary Magdalene – Boveney – Boveney Lock (down) – Etonian bathing place – Brocas Meadow – Windsor Castle (partly built of Cotswold stone brought down the Thames) – The Waterman’s Arms – Eton High Street – Windsor.

He has been voted the second greatest ever Englishman (sic) in a Sunday Times poll:

Isambard Kingdom Brunel

Isambard Kingdom Brunel was a special constable during the Bristol Riots of 1831 when “he was heard to complain that his fellow constables did not hit the rioters hard enough”.

A few years later, we find him surveying a different line where he had, it seems, an ambiguous attitude towards the lower orders and bodily harm – 131 navvies were taken to Bath hospital between September 1839 and June 1841 with serious injuries: ” I think it a small number considering the heavy work and the amount of powder used. I am afraid that it does not show the whole extent of accidents in that district.”

Indeed, it doesn’t. Over 100 navvies were killed in the subterranean depths of gunpowdered Box Tunnel.

A hundred years after the GWR was commenced, Bertolt Brecht wrote this poem –

Questions From a Worker Who Reads

Who built Thebes of the 7 gates
?
In the books you will read
the names of kings.
Did the kings haul up the lumps
of rock ?

And Babylon, many times
demolished,
Who raised it up so many times
?

In what houses of gold
glittering Lima did its builders
live ?
Where, the evening that the
Great Wall of China was
finished, did the masons go?

Great Rome is full of triumphal
arches.
Who erected them ?

Over whom did the Caesars
triumph ?
Had Byzantium, much praised
in song, only palaces for its
inhabitants ?

Even in fabled Atlantis, the
night that the ocean engulfed
it,

The drowning still cried out for
their slaves.

The young Alexander
conquered India.
Was he alone ?

Caesar defeated the Gauls.
Did he not even have a cook
with him ?

Philip of Spain wept when his
armada went down.
Was he the only one to weep ?

Frederick the 2nd won the 7
Years War.
Who else won it ?

Every page a victory.
Who cooked the feast for the
victors ?

Every 10 years a great man.
Who paid the bill ?

So many reports.

So many questions.

Dear Stuart Butler

Thank you for your kind donation of 50.00.

With your help we are committed to providing emergency food and support to people in crisis. The food banks distributed over 1.6 million three-day emergency food supplies last year and even before the current crisis were seeing an increase in demand.

As the Coronavirus outbreak develops, more people than ever are needing our help. The teams are working tirelessly to ensure that food banks are able to remain open and have the necessary stocks to respond to this crisis.
We have been overwhelmed by the generosity of so many people. Your support means we can respond to the changing situation and continue to provide this vital lifeline.

You will appreciate that in the current climate we are having to adapt to working in different ways, with most staff working from home. Please do accept this email as an official thank you as we are unable to send postal acknowledgements at this time. If you need a written receipt please email supportercare@trusselltrust.org.

If you would like to hear more about our work and how you’re helping us fight hunger in the UK, why not sign up to our e-newsletter? Or if you’d like to find out more about what we do, including our latest campaign actions, please visit our website.

Thank you for helping to create a future without food banks.

The Trussell Trust team

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #8

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
Abingdon to Wallingford

Abingdon to Wallingford March 12th 2020
Sunrise 6.20 Sunset 18.00
Carbon count: 413.78 Pre-industrial base 280 Safe level 350
14 miles Start 11.20 Arrival 15.25

The day after the budget the day before
(Hedge funds versus food banks),
On a train to Didcot and then a bus to Abingdon,
Past Didcot Power Station edgelands,
Pat business park daffodil roundabouts,
And a stream of greenwashing lorries,
Until I walk beneath the bridge at Abingdon,
Past medieval alms houses
(A Foodbank Pilgrimage),
Splashing through big sky open fields,
Past dovecots and manor houses,
Past bridges and weirs and locks and ferries,
Past thatch and pub and hills and woodland,
Following the line of pill boxes,
With magnolia in bloom in Shillingford,
Blackthorn and hawthorn in blossom too,
Hawk, heron, corvid, swan and skylark,
A rainbow over the church at Dorchester,
Half drowned trees and silvered puddles,
And all the time,
The relentless flow
Of the quickening, wide and turbid Thames,
Past Neolithic, Iron Age and Romano-British remains,
Past Paul Nash’s Wittenham Clumps,
Until I at last reach Saxon Wallingford,
And a bus back to Didcot,
And a train back to Stroud.

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
Abingdon to Wallingford

Abingdon to Wallingford March 12th 2020
Sunrise 6.20 Sunset 18.00
Carbon count: 413.78 Pre-industrial base 280 Safe level 350
14 miles Start 11.20 Arrival 15.25

The day after the budget the day before
(Hedge funds versus food banks),
On a train to Didcot and then a bus to Abingdon,
Past Didcot Power Station edgelands,
Pat business park daffodil roundabouts,
And a stream of greenwashing lorries,
Until I walk beneath the bridge at Abingdon,
Past medieval alms houses
(A Foodbank Pilgrimage),
Splashing through big sky open fields,
Past dovecots and manor houses,
Past bridges and weirs and locks and ferries,
Past thatch and pub and hills and woodland,
Following the line of pill boxes,
With magnolia in bloom in Shillingford,
Blackthorn and hawthorn in blossom too,
Hawk, heron, corvid, swan and skylark,
A rainbow over the church at Dorchester,
Half drowned trees and silvered puddles,
And all the time,
The relentless flow
Of the quickening, wide and turbid Thames,
Past Neolithic, Iron Age and Romano-British remains,
Past Paul Nash’s Wittenham Clumps,
Until I at last reach Saxon Wallingford,
And a bus back to Didcot,
And a train back to Stroud.
The end of self-isolation and social distancing,
The end of losing myself in time and space,
Back to the coronavirus anxiety,
Back to the lack of help for the gig economy,
Back to the land of the five-week wait,
Back to the land of hedge funds,
Back to a land of Cummings and going,
To a land of survival of the fittest,
To a land of ‘herd immunity’,
Now more than ever convinced of the need
For our Food Bank Pilgrimage,
But that’s not the reason why all those pill boxes
Were constructed along the banks of the Thames.
It was to stop the survival of the fittest.

I once walked out into a rain-blossom Thames Valley morning,
Feeling ever so slightly wired
And ever so slightly pantheistic,
That feeling aware of it all,
And feeling a part of it all sort of thing:
The robin singing in the cherry tree,
An Anglo-Saxon springtime song of joy,
No spear or seaxe, sword or shield,
No warrior-cry or smote-shout,
No blood-red stain in the rain-splash gutters,
But the corvids still cried in alarm,
Clacking and fluttering in the trees,
As I walked this watery defensive barrier,
A Dark Age storm-sheet rain cloud,
Enveloping the new-green land.

But later, the sun was shining
As I reflected on the Victorian cult of King Alfred,
That cult of Englishness and cult of imagined democracy,
When in fact we would have a 95% chance of being a peasant,
And a one in four chance of enslavement
A feudal, hierarchical society:
Monarch; ealdormen (jarls, earls); theigns;
geneats, cottars, geburs, boors (villeins); slaves …
‘Each boor must give 6 loaves to the herdsman of the lord’s swine
when he drives his herd to the mast-pasture …
When death befalls him let the lord take charge of what he leaves.’

STATE OF HUNGER RESEARCH:
PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN
REFERRED TO A FOOD BANK
HAVE A HOUSEHOLD INCOME
THAT WAS ABOUT THE SAME
AS THEIR HOUSING COSTS

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #7

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust

In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert

Oxford to Abingdon 11 miles

A swollen, turbid, fast flowing river; blackthorn blossom; osiers, rushes and willows half-drowned; many trees down with the recent storms. Flooded mediaeval water meadows; rain at twilight.

I had companions today, including a food bank volunteer for Stroud. Here are some observations from a weekly commitment:

‘Stroud Foodbank has two outlets in Stroud town and a few others in the District. I help run the Nailsworth one. We don’t have much demand, so we don’t have weekly drop-in sessions in a centre. But, of course, there are some individuals in our little town who can benefit from what the Foodbank offers. They can contact the Foodbank office and obtain a voucher through the usual channels, and we arrange a Foodbank delivery to their home.’

‘I volunteer at Stroud Foodbank on Fridays, usually this is the busiest session of the week. We never know who might turn up on the day. We have a wide range of customers. A few we see every now and then who have longer term issues, others are just one-offs, caught out by temporary problems – job losses, benefit delays, health issues, work with unreliable hours etc.’

‘Although we are there mainly to help them with food parcels, we try to engage with our clients on other matters. Our experience is that the local agencies work well together, but we check that our clients haven’t slipped through the net regarding other help that could be out there for them.’

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust

In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert

Oxford to Abingdon 11 miles

A swollen, turbid, fast flowing river; blackthorn blossom; osiers, rushes and willows half-drowned; many trees down with the recent storms. Flooded mediaeval water meadows; rain at twilight.

I had companions today, including a food bank volunteer for Stroud. Here are some observations from a weekly commitment:

‘Stroud Foodbank has two outlets in Stroud town and a few others in the District. I help run the Nailsworth one. We don’t have much demand, so we don’t have weekly drop-in sessions in a centre. But, of course, there are some individuals in our little town who can benefit from what the Foodbank offers. They can contact the Foodbank office and obtain a voucher through the usual channels, and we arrange a Foodbank delivery to their home.’

‘I volunteer at Stroud Foodbank on Fridays, usually this is the busiest session of the week. We never know who might turn up on the day. We have a wide range of customers. A few we see every now and then who have longer term issues, others are just one-offs, caught out by temporary problems – job losses, benefit delays, health issues, work with unreliable hours etc.’

‘Although we are there mainly to help them with food parcels, we try to engage with our clients on other matters. Our experience is that the local agencies work well together, but we check that our clients haven’t slipped through the net regarding other help that could be out there for them.’

From our customers.

‘When my husband was made redundant it took a bit of time before the money came through from his new job. We just needed some help to bridge that gap. We were so pleased that the people of Stroud had given so much nice food. And not just food, there was shampoo and toilet rolls too, and a bit of pet food! It made a difficult time for our family a bit easier.’

‘I was a bit scared when I first needed the Foodbank. Going into a room and feeling a bit like a beggar. But the volunteers were so friendly to me. They were kind to me, and made me feel comfortable, before we went through the food parcel. I’m a vegetarian, and they managed to help me, which was great.’

And this from Robin Treefellow:

The Thames
Was a country
thick and fast flowing
through the gizzard of Oxford’s streets.

By canal, over bridge, we tramped after the great swilling of Thames
and the thrashing tail of Cherwell.

The mud ground slipping, the land finding river,
and the geese clamouring ghosts,
honking grey-barred spirits of the Thames:
their wings beat at the air.

Oxford left behind,
the marshy seat of scholars and professors:
all gone.
Oxford with its well-bred students in costly gowns, or panting up and
down the canal to maintain a well-bred outline:
never here.

Here is: Poplar trees, reeds, birch, sedge,
the citizenry of the Thames path,
the river in the thoughts of everything, absorbed, drunk up.

Existence is the river flowing on through the low fields
where I cannot see a tarmac road or a house.
Hinksey, Iffley, Radley: the powers to summon
on this day.

I walked as fish stride,
ahead there’s more water and more water
to welcome us back to the visceral earth.

As ants scream in summer,
as the Thames roars in winter,
as our hearts tremble in our skins.

The path by the river was all the land left
between us and the primordial ordinance of water way
whirling and going on.

Human
not long lasting:
the river is always.

The Thames
completed what I couldn’t.

Treefellow 2020 February

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #6

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Newbridge to Oxford 14 miles
The Windrush joins the Thames at Newbridge,
Flowing beneath the elegant Taynton stone bridge,
Once a port of call for honeyed Burford quarried stone
On its way to Oxford and London,
As well as a defeat for the Parliamentarians …
Yet today,
So many swans gliding on the waters,
So close to King Charles’ Oxford,
With their mute depiction of feudal hierarchy:
These birds are for monarchs old and new, not
‘Yoemen and husbandmen and other persons of little reputation’;
A heron interrupted the flow of my thoughts downstream
To Hart’s Weir footbridge – more English quaintness:
The weir has gone, but a right of way remains to Erewhon;
Then Northmoor Lock, before reaching literary Bablock Hythe:
Matthew Arnold’s scholar-gypsy,
‘Oft was met crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hythe,
Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet,
As the punt’s rope chops round’;
None of that now at the Ferryman Inn and its chalet purlieus,
Instead a meander inland before returning to the waters
At Pinkhill Weir, before another short roadside detour,
And a boatyard and chandlers and a stride to Swinford Bridge
(Swine-ford),
Where feudalism and modernity meet:
A toll bridge, built at the behest of the Earl of Abingdon in 1777,
Where a company still charges drivers today
(But not pedestrians!),
Then on to the now invisible Anglo-Saxon cultural importance
Of Eynsham, and Eynsham Lock,
Evenlode Stream and King’s Lock
(King denoting kine),
Underneath the Ox-ford by-pass
(You’ve heard its constant roar for over an hour),
To Godstow: ‘Get thee to a nunnery!’;
‘The use of detectors is strictly forbidden’;

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Newbridge to Oxford 14 miles
The Windrush joins the Thames at Newbridge,
Flowing beneath the elegant Taynton stone bridge,
Once a port of call for honeyed Burford quarried stone
On its way to Oxford and London,
As well as a defeat for the Parliamentarians …
Yet today,
So many swans gliding on the waters,
So close to King Charles’ Oxford,
With their mute depiction of feudal hierarchy:
These birds are for monarchs old and new, not
‘Yoemen and husbandmen and other persons of little reputation’;
A heron interrupted the flow of my thoughts downstream
To Hart’s Weir footbridge – more English quaintness:
The weir has gone, but a right of way remains to Erewhon;
Then Northmoor Lock, before reaching literary Bablock Hythe:
Matthew Arnold’s scholar-gypsy,
‘Oft was met crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hythe,
Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet,
As the punt’s rope chops round’;
None of that now at the Ferryman Inn and its chalet purlieus,
Instead a meander inland before returning to the waters
At Pinkhill Weir, before another short roadside detour,
And a boatyard and chandlers and a stride to Swinford Bridge
(Swine-ford),
Where feudalism and modernity meet:
A toll bridge, built at the behest of the Earl of Abingdon in 1777,
Where a company still charges drivers today
(But not pedestrians!),
Then on to the now invisible Anglo-Saxon cultural importance
Of Eynsham, and Eynsham Lock,
Evenlode Stream and King’s Lock
(King denoting kine),
Underneath the Ox-ford by-pass
(You’ve heard its constant roar for over an hour),
To Godstow: ‘Get thee to a nunnery!’;
‘The use of detectors is strictly forbidden’;
Fair Rosamund, Alice Liddell and Charles Dodgson,
Glide past the astonishing free grazing common lands of Port Meadow:
Horses gallop free, while a train passes in the distance,
Kine, countless, standing in the waters,
Swans gazing at the stationary herds,
Port Meadow, a feudal gift to the burghers of Oxford,
Courtesy of Edward the Confessor,
Honoured by William the Conqueror;
But enough of this medievalism and feudalism …
The industrial revolution is calling:

A boatyard, a footbridge, Osney Bridge, a canal,
And a train back to Stroud.

STATE OF HUNGER RESEARCH:
PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN
REFERRED TO A FOOD BANK
ARE VERY LIKELY TO HAVE HEALTH ISSUES
WITH NEARLY 75% REPORTING
AT LEAST ONE HEALTH ISSUE

Rodborough Allotments gave over surplus rhubarb to the Long Table at Brimscombe and we collected from all over the plots and delivered two wheelbarrows’ full.

Hi Stuart,

Sorry, I did mean to email you yesterday, but the day ran away with me! Thank you so much for the rhubarb, the chefs will turn it into something delicious! We love using fresh surplus food, especially fruit and veg grown locally as the basis of our meals. If you do have any further surplus fruit and veg from your allotments do let us know- we would to turn it into delicious meals.

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #5

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Lechlade to Newbridge 16 miles

I walked past Shelley’s Close by the Church …

Where Shelley wrote his ‘Summer Evening Churchyard’,
Crossed the bridge and turned left for London,
It was just the sort of light I like for a riverine walk:
Waves of silver rippling through the dark waters,
Moody clouds above Old Father Thames’ statue,
Once of Crystal Palace, now recumbent at St John’s Lock –
But the nineteenth century was soon forgotten:
It all got a bit Mrs Miniver and Went the Day Well?
After Bloomer’s Hole footbridge:
I lost count of the pillboxes in the fields and on the banks
(‘Mr. Brown goes off to Town on the 8.21,
But he comes home each evening,
And he’s ready with his gun’),
As I walked on past Buscot, with its line of poplar trees,
Planted to drain the soil in its Victorian heyday of sugar beet
And once with a narrow gauge railway dancing across
A lost Saxon village at Eaton Hastings;
Then on past William Morris’ ‘heaven on earth’
At Kelmscott Manor (‘Visit our website to shop online!’),
Walkers occasionally appearing beyond hedgerows,
Like Edward Thomas’ ‘The Other Man’;
Then to Grafton Lock, and on to Radcot’s bridges and lock
(The waters divide here with two bridges:
The older, the site of a medieval battle after the Peasants’ Revolt;
A statue of the Virgin Mary once in a niche in the bridge, too,
Mutilated by the Levellers, before their Burford executions;
The newer bridge built in the hope and expectations
Of traffic and profit in the wake of the Thames and Severn Canal),
Past Old Man’s Bridge, Rushey Lock and Rushey Weir:
A traditional Thames paddle and rymer weir
(The paddles and handles, called rymers,
Dropped into position to block the rushing waters).
Now it’s on to isolated Tadpole Bridge on the Bampton turnpike,
Now past Chimney Meadow – once a Saxon island,
Then Tenfoot Bridge – characteristically,
Where an upper Thames flash weir sed to pour its waters,
Until Victorian modernity silenced that;
Then past Shifford Weir and the hamlet of Shifford,
Once a major Wessex town, where King Alfred
Met with his parliament of
‘Many bishops, and many book-learned.
Earls wise and Knights awful’.

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust
In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert
Lechlade to Newbridge 16 miles

I walked past Shelley’s Close by the Church …

Where Shelley wrote his ‘Summer Evening Churchyard’,
Crossed the bridge and turned left for London,
It was just the sort of light I like for a riverine walk:
Waves of silver rippling through the dark waters,
Moody clouds above Old Father Thames’ statue,
Once of Crystal Palace, now recumbent at St John’s Lock –
But the nineteenth century was soon forgotten:
It all got a bit Mrs Miniver and Went the Day Well?
After Bloomer’s Hole footbridge:
I lost count of the pillboxes in the fields and on the banks
(‘Mr. Brown goes off to Town on the 8.21,
But he comes home each evening,
And he’s ready with his gun’),
As I walked on past Buscot, with its line of poplar trees,
Planted to drain the soil in its Victorian heyday of sugar beet
And once with a narrow gauge railway dancing across
A lost Saxon village at Eaton Hastings;
Then on past William Morris’ ‘heaven on earth’
At Kelmscott Manor (‘Visit our website to shop online!’),
Walkers occasionally appearing beyond hedgerows,
Like Edward Thomas’ ‘The Other Man’;
Then to Grafton Lock, and on to Radcot’s bridges and lock
(The waters divide here with two bridges:
The older, the site of a medieval battle after the Peasants’ Revolt;
A statue of the Virgin Mary once in a niche in the bridge, too,
Mutilated by the Levellers, before their Burford executions;
The newer bridge built in the hope and expectations
Of traffic and profit in the wake of the Thames and Severn Canal),
Past Old Man’s Bridge, Rushey Lock and Rushey Weir:
A traditional Thames paddle and rymer weir
(The paddles and handles, called rymers,
Dropped into position to block the rushing waters).
Now it’s on to isolated Tadpole Bridge on the Bampton turnpike,
Now past Chimney Meadow – once a Saxon island,
Then Tenfoot Bridge – characteristically,
Where an upper Thames flash weir sed to pour its waters,
Until Victorian modernity silenced that;
Then past Shifford Weir and the hamlet of Shifford,
Once a major Wessex town, where King Alfred
Met with his parliament of
‘Many bishops, and many book-learned.
Earls wise and Knights awful’.

But you finish your waltz through a Saxon landscape:
(The honeystone bridge at Newbridge is in sight)
Buscot, Eaton Hastings, Kelmscott, Radcot, Shifford;
And along the Red Line of resistance from the summer of 1940,
The skeins of geese and ducks no longer calling,
There’s an evening mist gathering over the river:
‘The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
The ploughman plods his weary way
And leaves the world to darkness and to me’;
It’s time for an imaginary pint

At the Maybush (the Berkshire bank),
And another imaginary pint …

At the Rose Revived (the Oxfordshire bank) –
The bridge is actually 13th century, and only called Newbridge
As it’s newer than the original 12th century bridge at Radcot:
‘The Thames Path 40 miles to the Source 153 to the Sea.’
‘In 1644, the Battle of Newbridge was fought on the banks of the river.
Parliamentarian William Waller attempted to cross in order to surround Oxford and capture King Charles, but was defeated.’
I rather like the use of the word ‘but.’

STATE OF HUNGER RESEARCH:
PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN
REFERRED TO A FOOD BANK
CANNOT AFFORD TO BUY THE ABSOLUTE ESSENTIALS
THAT WE ALL NEED TO EAT,
STAY WARM AND DRY, AND KEEP CLEAN –
WITH 94% FACING REAL DESTITUTION

It seems certain that in the next few months there is going to be growing pressure on the food banks. At the same time ,the collection points at supermarkets are nearly empty as people shop for their families. Can the supermarkets make provision for those that can afford it to make a monetary donation when they pay for their goods. ?

Each week the Food Bank managers could find out how much is in the “pot” and buy goods to that value by ” click and collect”. In this way they can get the food and other goods they are most short of. It also cuts out multiple handling . A simple sign in each Supermarket in front of the tills would be sufficient to remind shoppers to help the Food Banks in these difficult times.

Mike Putnam
Stroud

WALKING THE THAMES TO LONDON #4

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust

In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert

Day Two: Cricklade to Lechlade 11 miles

William Cobbett visited Cricklade in 1826 on his Rural Rides: ‘the source of the river Isis … the first branch of the Thames. They call it the “Old Thames” and I rode through it here, it not being above four or five yards wide, and not deeper than the knees of my horse … I saw in one single farm-yard here more food than enough for four times the inhabitants of the parish … the poor creatures that raise the wheat and the barley and cheese and the mutton and the beef are living upon potatoes …’
Plus ca change …

A haiku exploration:
Ridge and furrow fields,
Once beyond the river’s reach,
Now puddled and drowned.

Peasants till the fields,
Barefoot ghosts and revenants
Follow in our steps.

Silhouetted trees,
Pewter sky and silver clouds,
The water’s canvas.

Swans glide the field-flood,
A limitless lake’s expanse,
Burnished willow boughs.

And at Inglesham,
A medieval village,
Lost to Time’s waters.

Raising Funds for the Trussell Trust

In association with the cyclists’ group from The Prince Albert

Day Two: Cricklade to Lechlade 11 miles

William Cobbett visited Cricklade in 1826 on his Rural Rides: ‘the source of the river Isis … the first branch of the Thames. They call it the “Old Thames” and I rode through it here, it not being above four or five yards wide, and not deeper than the knees of my horse … I saw in one single farm-yard here more food than enough for four times the inhabitants of the parish … the poor creatures that raise the wheat and the barley and cheese and the mutton and the beef are living upon potatoes …’
Plus ca change …

A haiku exploration:
Ridge and furrow fields,
Once beyond the river’s reach,
Now puddled and drowned.

Peasants till the fields,
Barefoot ghosts and revenants
Follow in our steps.

Silhouetted trees,
Pewter sky and silver clouds,
The water’s canvas.

Swans glide the field-flood,
A limitless lake’s expanse,
Burnished willow boughs.

And at Inglesham,
A medieval village,
Lost to Time’s waters.

While we ooze and splash
Through rising water tables,
To a drowned future.

Postscript from Kel Portman

walking through water
in winter’s delicate light
so many more clouds

From field to wetland
Submerged ridge and furrow fields
Only geese rejoice

Newbuilds encroaching
On ox-ploughed ridge and furrow
Built on old floodplains

Connecting pathways
Link old fields and new town
Concrete covers soil

Hungry water floods,
Transforming land into lake.
Soil becomes mirror

Across old-ridged fields
Footpaths lead dogwalkers home
To flood-prone newbuilds
New rugby pitches

All fresh-white-lines and mown grass.

Lost, the ancient fields

Two new waterscapes
Made by this flooded river
Which of them is real?

Trees stand in water,
Surrounded, up to their waists.
Waiting for summer

Threat’ning Iron grey skies
Bring more rain to fill the Thames.
Filling forlorn fields

Lechlade where time and paths confluence
At the young wander of Thames.
Neolithic cursus monuments
ghost lines hinted in the plough soil,
the spectral signs of people here four thousand years before.
Always people returned
to Lechlade’s river land
where ways went from oolitic Cotswold upland
or towards chalk hills over claggy bottom vale.
All took the Thames track where fish tremble like strange sonnets
to seek further: teased by the twists of Thames.
There is much promised here for a life of ample gains,
Yet why halt now with paths and ways leading on?
Thames is a coming and going,
Lechlade wavers beside its bank.
Perhaps Britain is not an island,
but hundreds of flowing rivers carrying us all to the Sea.
Robin Treefellow

STATE OF HUNGER RESEARCH:
PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN
REFERRED TO A FOOD BANK
HAVE AN AVERAGE WEEKLY INCOME
AFTER HOUSING COSTS OF JUST £50