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Sweet Frome Flow Softly

Vaguely to the tune of Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger singing ‘Sweet Thames Flow Softly’ I found her springs near Climperwell, Flow sweet River Frome, And then at Nettleton as well, Sweet Frome flow softly.   Walked her path to Caudle Green, Flow sweet River Frome, Through valley, hill and wood serene, Sweet Frome flow softly.   Trod cross Miserden’s watershed, Flow sweet river flow, Where waters fall both east and west, Sweet rivers flow softly.   Eastwards on to Thames and London, Flow sweet river flow, Westwards on to River Severn, Sweet Frome flow softly.   Castle ruins on our way, Flow sweet River Frome, Saw sights of all our yesterdays, Sweet Frome flow softly.   Springs, brooks and streams they all come gushing, Flow sweet River Frome, The river...

“No Pasaran!”

“Where Are the Faces We Seek?” This extract from a contemporary poem gives a flavour of the 1930s. You’ll hear about the Means Test which was, in essence, a vicious attack on the unemployed living on the dole during the Great Depression when unemployment as a national...

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Why No Hoboes Over Here?

I’m writing this after rereading Kenneth Alsopp’s classic Hard Travellin’ after a gap of some nearly fifty years. It is, needless, to say, a book of its time but what a poetic piece of extensive research it is. It’s a piece of Americana but the book also opens up the...

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Dudbridge Railway Station

  I often walk the cycle track below Rodborough Hill, The old Midland Railway spur from Dudbridge, And I often cycle the track on to Nailsworth, Musing on the springs and watercourses, the ancient holloways, The Roman villa, medieval ridge and furrow, the woollen...

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