The GWR and the General Strike Swindon to Cheltenham Overview

The Company’s view, and Sir Felix Pole’s, with a Paddington ASLEF replyFollowed by a narrative of the strike in our region

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/1926-with-nock-and-potts-on-the-gwr/

The next link is similar to the above to begin with but has different information towards the end about our region

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/the-gwr-1926/

The importance of Paddington

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/the-importance-of-paddington/

Swindon and the General Strike

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/swindon-and-the-general-strike/

First person accounts for possible performances

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/gwr-voices-for-performance/

1926 at Sapperton

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/sapperton-1926-and-the-general-strike/

A pyschogeographical walk about the mock funeral cortege in Swindon 1926

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/proust-t-s-eliot-and-a-municipal-rubbish-tip-in-swindon/

A reply

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/why-did-i-break-the-general-strike-2/

Past strikes and the future

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/the-ghosts-of-strikemas-past/

The GWR, the General Strike and the Forest of Dean

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/the-forest-of-dean-and-the-general-strike-and-the-gwr/

 

A Swindon General Strike Walking Guide

Introduction

This guide for a walk through the General Strike in Swindon will be half-way between a conventional guide for a walk (turn left then right for the bus station sort of thing) and a guide for a psychogeographical ramble.

‘What do you mean by that?’ I hear you say.

‘Don’t panic,’ I reply.

All I mean by a psychogeographical ramble is no more than losing yourself in the past as you traverse through space: ‘Slipping through Wormholes of Time.’ I hope this guide helps you do that.

Remember William Faulkner’s dictum:

‘The past is never dead. It’s not even past.’

But is that so?

Let’s find out.

Start your walk at the railway station and turn right. Then take a right under the railway line along the old North Wilts Canal. Walk as far as the Oasis. Study this link: https://radicalstroud.co.uk/a-jolly-dystopian-ramble-to-the-oasis/

(This link gives you a flavour of psychogeographical walking).

Then, carry on walking away from town on that previous straight line until you leave the pathway and then take a left to reach the main road and then a left for Rodbourne Road. Then find Morris Street on your right. Walk to the end of the street until you reach the greensward. Then study this link

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/proust-t-s-eliot-and-a-municipal-rubbish-tip-in-swindon/

(This link gives you another flavour of psychogeographical walking).

Now retrace your steps to the end of Morris Street and then turn right towards town. Then turn left for the railway village and find a seat in the park. Study this for Swindon and the General Strike at your leisure: https://radicalstroud.co.uk/swindon-and-the-general-strike/

It’s worthwhile taking some refreshment in the Gluepot and having a read of this: https://radicalstroud.co.uk/the-gluepot-in-the-railway-village-in-swindon/

You may also wish to visit the STEAM Museum and after that, if you have time, or on another occasion, you might like to walk to Old Town. Take a walk along the old canal and then the old railway line to Old Town.

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/canals-and-family-history/

Well, there we are. Some psychogeographical rambles around Swindon, the General Strike, railways and canals. And here is the promised writing guide if you fancy writing yourself:

A GUIDE TO WRITING YOUR OWN

If you fancy it, here’s a practical easy guide to creative writing.

(If any readers are into the intellectual side

of all this slipping through wormholes of time stuff,

and fancy some prompts about psychogeography,

Radical walking and the imagination –

an A to Z of Psychogeography

follows the creative writing guide.)

 

A guide to creative writing: An A – Z Writing Guide

A is for ALLITERATION and ANECDOTES

and ASSONANCE and ATMOSPHERE

B is for BATHOS and BLANK VERSE and BACKSTORY

C is for CHARACTERS and CLIFFHANGER and COUNTER-HERITAGE

D is for DIALOGUE and DRAMA

E is for EFFECT and ELLIPSIS

F is for FIRST PERSON and FORESHADOWING

and FACT and FICTION and FREE VERSE

G is for GENRE (which will you choose?)

and GUERRILLA MEMORIALISATION

H is for HONESTY and HEART (and soul) and HERITAGE

I is for IMAGERY and IDIOM and IAMBIC PENTAMETRE

and IMAGINATION

J is for JUSTICE and the JUST word

K is for KINDNESS and KINESIS

L is for LUCID and LUDIC and LIMINALITY

M is for METAPHOR and MOOD and MEMORIALISATION

and MYTHOPOEIC and METRE

N is for NARRATIVE and NOTEBOOK (necessary)

O is for ONOMATAPOEIA

P is for PERSONA and PLOT and PACE and PUNCTUATION

and PARENTHESIS and PEN and PENCIL

and PAPER and POETRY and PROSE

Q is for QUEST (for the right word) and QUESTIONS

R is for RULE OF THREE and RHETORICAL QUESTIONS

and RESEARCH and READING and RHYME and RHYTHM

S is for SIMILE and SIBILANCE and STRUCTURE

and STANZA and SETTING and SENSES and SENTENCES (varied)

and SYNTHESIA

T is for TRIPLES and THIRD PERSON

U is for UNDERSTATED

V is for VARIED SENTENCE STRUCTURE and VOICE

and VERSE and VARIED VOCABULARY

W is for WANDERING and WRITING and WORMHOLES

X is for X-ROADS (liminal wormholes through time)

Y is for YEARNING (for the past and for the right word)

Z is for ZEN and the ART of STATIONERY MAINTENANCE

An A-Z Psychogeographical Guide

A is for Ambulatory Art; the Arcades Project; Alienation; Ambience/Ambiance; Aleatory Walking; Ackroyd (Peter); the Association of Autonomous Astronauts; Autism and Walking; Ambling.

B is for Beach (Beneath the Pavements!!); Benjamin (Walter); Baudelaire; Bohemian; Barthes (Roland); Baudrillard Jean) and Bucolic.

C is for Commodity Fetishism; Crowds; Chtcheglov (Ivan); Coverley (Miles); Cartography (Re-imagined); Critique of Everyday Life; Commodification; Cultural Terrorism; Choreographed Walking; Cadogan (Garnette); Cyberflanerie; Crowds; constitutional.

D is for Derivee; Detournement; Debord (Guy); Defoe (Daniel); de Certeau (Michel); Disabled Walking; Dementia and Walking; Dreamtime Walking.

E is for Edgelands; Existentialism; Experimental Exeats; Egressions; Ecophilia.

F is for Flaneur; Flanerie; Flaneuse; Five Valleys; Fete (see Potlatch); Foucault (Michel) and Feminist Psychogeography; Field Walking.

G is for Geography.

H is for Hessel (Franz); Huizinga (Johan), Homo Ludens; Harvey (David); Hawksmoor (Nicholas); Home (Stewart); hollow-ways; hike.

I is for International Situationniste (the S.I. journal); Infraordinary; Interpellation; Indolence.

J is for Journals; Journeys; Jorn (Asger); jogging.

K is for Kaleidoscope; Kafkaesque.

L is for Ludic; Lefebevre (Henri); Lettrist International; Literary Communism; Ley Lines; the Loiterers’ Resistance Movement; Languid.

M is for Marxist-Materialists; Mythogeographers (discovering political and/or multiple meanings in landscapes; Maps (mmm …); Manifestos; May ’68; the Materialist Psychogeographical Affiliation; the Museum of Walking; Multicultural Inclusive Psychogeography; Memory Retrieval through walking (dementia sufferers); POPS (Privately Owned Public Spaces).

N is for Noctivigant; Noctambulist; the Neoist Alliance; Navigation; Navigators (inland); Navvies.

O is for Occultist Walking (invoking de Quincey, and William Blake for a harder political edge.); Oldfield Ford (Laura); Ocularcentrism.

P is for Psychogeography; Potlatch (the S.I. journal) and Potlatch (devoid ‘of all Productive logic in which everyone may Participate’ – A Fete*); Performance (Poetic and subversive Potential of ordinary life revealed); Pranks and Property Defacement; Praxis; Papadimitriou (Nick); Postmodern Flaneur; Psychogeography and the Deriviste;

Q is for de Quincey (Thomas); Queues (bus stop).

R is for Rural (reading and writing the rural – individually/collectively); Romantic (literary tradition); Rhythmanalysis; Reverie; Richardson (Tina); Rimbaud; Relational (cf solitary) Walking and Recollection.

S is for Signifier; Signified; Semiotics; Situations; Spectacles; Situationist International; Society Of The Spectacle; Stroud; Site Specific (art/performance); Solnit (Rebecca); Subversion; Spatial Interruption (cf Temporal Interruption); Sinclair (Ian); Savage Messiah; Social Critique ; Schizocartography; Smith (Phil); the Situational Derive; Situational Walking Arts; Sensory Mapping; Soundscape and Smell Walks.

T is for Time; Temporality Interruption (cf. Spatial Interruption);

Three-Sided Football.

U is for Urban (reading and writing the city/town – individually/collectively); Unitary Urbanism; Utopianism.

V is for van Ratingen (Witold Jerzy) (see * Potlatch above); Virtual Psychogeography.

Stroud General Strike Walking and Writing Guide

Introduction

This guide for a walk through the General Strike in Stroud will be half-way between a conventional guide for a walk (turn left then right for the bus station sort of thing) and a guide for a psychogeographical ramble.

‘What do you mean by that?’ I hear you say.

‘Don’t panic,’ I reply.

All I mean by a psychogeographical ramble is no more than losing yourself in the past as you traverse through space: ‘Slipping through Wormholes of Time.’ I hope this guide helps you do that.

Remember William Faulkner’s dictum:

‘The past is never dead. It’s not even past.’

But is that so?

Let’s find out.

Start your walk by walking down Gloucester Street and then returning to the top of the street in a loop. 7 Gloucester Street (in 1926) is where you could get a wireless to get the news from the BBC.  The Stroud Journal reached an ‘arrangement with the local agent for the Stanley Radio Company’, on Tuesday May 4, so that ‘Government reports concerning the strike broadcast by the B.B.C.’ could be publicly posted in Lansdown, Stroud, outside the offices of the newspaper each day. The wireless had an incalculable but huge influence during the nine days throughout the country: the TUC Intelligence Committee reported that ‘Many districts … have complained of the lack of reliable news and in isolated places the workers must have been without any source of information except the wireless’ and ‘Though the publication of the British Gazette had little influence upon public opinion, the wireless and the newspapers which improved day by day as the Strike proceeded, did exert some influence.’

 

Now turn left along Lansdown. Look for the sign for the Stroud Journal 1868 on a red brick building on the left. The Stroud Journal made, to say the least, minimal efforts to present both sides of the story during the nine days and beyond: ‘This challenge to constitutional authority, if it is not withdrawn or speedily defeated, means trouble on a scale such as this country has never before experienced’ – the newspaper saw itself and its role, in effect, as a means of defeating the strike – whilst simultaneously boosting circulation and profit. Hence the warm tone of its NOTICE TO “JOURNAL” READERS on May 7: ‘The Stroud Journal will be published as usual each week, with the usual features. As a great demand for the paper is expected, special orders should be sent at once to the Publishing Office, Lansdown, Stroud.’

The Stroud Journal wedded itself firmly with the BBC and the Government – and readers of the newspaper might well forget the possibility of reading The British Worker or of trying to get hold of a copy of the Gloucester Strike Bulletin, or even studying the governmental mouthpiece, The British Gazette, if they did not possess a wireless, when they saw this in the Stroud Journal:

Official Strike News

Broadcast by the Government is being

Posted Outside the “Journal” Office

EACH DAY

The next edition of the newspaper, on the 14th, carried none of the Stroud news from the Gloucester Strike Bulletin Monday May 10: ‘meetings are being held at Stroud. Position satisfactory and orderly’ or Wednesday May 12: ‘The Stroud Council of Action reports the following strike position: N.U.R. and A.S.L.E. & F. Solid as ever. PRINTERS – Solid as ever, position unchanged. R.C.A.  Solid as ever, position unchanged. A.E.U. Some out, rest ready to come out on receiving instructions from Head Office. BUILDING TRADES Majority out, rest awaiting instructions. Greeting to all fellow workers who are fighting for justice and humanity. Keep solid and the fight is ours! Council of Action is now functioning, with close co-operation of all Unions and workers concerned and the necessary sub-committees are all in operation.’

Continue walking along Lansdown away from the town centre.

The Stroud Council of Action

It existed but I don’t know where it met … This is tantalising history. It looks as though the Council of Action was formed too late during the nine days to have had any impact and, indeed, leave any records. This is almost reminiscent of EP Thompson and ‘rescuing the poor and anonymous from the enormous condescension of posterity’ … but imagine if the strike had continued. There could have been a very different picture of Stroud during the General Strike, for as Ralph Anstis stated in Blood on Coal: the lack of central direction from the TUC General Council meant that local trade union branches and strike committees took over, some becoming ‘remarkably efficient; they ran sub-committees for food, workers’ defence, intelligence, sports, communications, prisoners aid, mass picketing and others.’ And as the nine days progressed these local strike committees ‘developed into organs of government themselves’ – Ralph Anstis argued that their power grew as the strike progressed, indicated by the growing number of employers who approached the committees ‘for permission to do certain things like moving food and coal. The hitherto cap-in-hand position between employer and employee was reversed.’

Continue walking along Lansdown away from the town centre until you reach a single-story cream building, number 30. This is the site of what was the Labour Exchange in 1926.

On May 6, the Gloucester newspaper, The Citizen, described ‘Stroud and district’ as ‘one of the biggest industrial areas in the county … already seriously affected by the strike.’ The unemployment figure had rocketed by 500 persons, with short-time working at fifteen major employers because of shortage of fuel. (Unemployment rose from 798 to 2,171 by the end of the strike.)

Continue along Lansdown then turn right at the billboard along Brick Row

Make your way to the line of red brick houses on your left. Holloway’s factory was here in 1926 and was one of many firms affected by short-time working during the General Strike. About 2,000 persons went on short-time working as a consequence of a shortage of coal (miners locked-out) and with the GWR and LMS on strike. This is the roll-call of firms mentioned in the press:

Holloway Bros. Ltd., Apperley Curtis Co., Ltd., Copeland, Chatterson and Co., Ltd., Stroud Metal Co., Ltd., G. Waller and Son Ltd., Phoenix Iron Works, Thrupp, Charfield, the Woodworkers Co., Charles Hooper and Co., Bonds Mill, Eastington, Messrs. Vowles and Son Ltd., Upper Mills, Stonehouse, Newman, Hender and Co., near Nailsworth, Howard and Powell, of Walbridge, T.B. Worth and Sons, Ltd., Ham Mills, Erinoid Ltd., Lightpill, Marling and Evans Ltd., are carrying on as usual. Holloway Bros., Ltd., are closing down three days a week. Hill, Paul and Co., are hindered by transport difficulties. The Chalford Stick Mills are carrying on as usual. Henry Workman, Ltd., Woodchester, are keeping on as long as they can in the interests of their employees, hours of labour etc., being the same as usual. Walker Bros., Dunkirk Mills, are keeping on as usual, but do not know for how long. E.A. Chamberlain and Co., Nailsworth, are carrying on as usual with short shifts.

Continue walking along Brick Row, carry on straight across the bend of the road (into Church Street) with the car park on your left, turn right into the churchyard and then left into the Shambles and then stop at the imposing building on your left with the blue plaque. This was the town hall in 1926 …

The General Strike would see England and Wales divided into areas under the aegis of Civil Commissioners, the Earl of Stanhope organised efforts in the south-west, ‘supported by a squad of assistants, coal officer, food officer, four military liaison officers, railway and postal representatives.’

It’s interesting to see how the chain of authority descended down from the Earl of Stanhope to an emergency meeting of the Stroud Urban District Council in the Town Hall in Stroud. The brief was to decide upon the ‘advisability’ of forming a new local committee ‘to maintain essential services’ etc. The chairman was Col. J.R. Morton Ball who declared that the planned and prepared emergency schemes (for example, a circular from November 1925) now needed action.

With the railways paralysed, the transportation of goods – particularly foodstuffs and fuel – occupied minds at this emergency meeting (as reported by the Stroud Journal May 7) A Mr Hudson was responsible for organising food supplies in their large area (Stroud Urban and Rural Districts, Nailsworth Urban, Wheatenhurst and Dursley rural districts) and he believed that ‘Stroud stood as well as any place in the matter of local supplies, at grocers’ shops in particular’ with ‘a number of big establishments, including the two Co-operative Societies and the Cotswold Stores … Mr. Hudson had formed a traders’ committee to help him on which representatives of these three businesses were represented, together with milk retailers.’

Discussions then turned to coal: the Emergency Officer, Mr. Hayne, based at Gloucester, had reported that not all coal merchants were willing to follow orders ‘limiting … supply to one cwt.’ Shortage encouraged competition rather than cooperation at local authority level too: for Mr. Haynes wanted his committee ‘to prevent the departure of fuel from the district.’ There had been panic buying (‘stocks in the hands of coal merchants were low, probably owing to the big demand made upon them by local residents during the last few weeks’); there was sufficient fuel for the Hospital and the Workhouse but the committee would have to, somehow, ‘discover what coal was required’ and ‘get Mr. Harper to bring more coal into the district if necessary’.

The final – and vexed – matter for the committee’s discussions was the required appeal for volunteers to ‘maintain essential services.’ The discourse about this and the social standing of the participants epitomises the impact of the General Strike upon Stroud and the five valleys. We have already come across the chairman at this meeting: Col. J.R. Morton Ball. The County Chairman for the appeal for volunteers was Col. Ricardo; the vice-chairman was Sir Percival Scrope Marling V.C. (local mill family, educated Harrow and Sandhurst) and he led the discussions after revealing ‘that just before he went to Egypt in January, Col. Ricardo asked for his help in this matter in the event of a strike, and he consented, although somewhat against his will, as he thought a younger man could do it better.’

A Mr. Harper (we think a councillor for Rodborough parish council) was not intimidated by Sir Percival’s imperial aura, however, as revealed in what feels like a somewhat heated exchange of words, as reported in the Stroud Journal May 7.

Mr. Harper wanted to know the definition of ‘volunteer services.’ Sir Percival’s answer was curt and to the point: ‘They will carry on essential services.’ Mr. Harper equally curtly demanded a definition of essential services. Sir Percival’s definition mentioned the transportation of food and fuel etc. Mr. Harper then asked if there had been any instructions received from the Government; the Chairman replied affirmatively and monosyllabically. Mr. Harper’s rejoinder employed a Dickensian trope: ‘This is a lot of humbug to run volunteer services …’ ’ Sir Percival cleared the air, perhaps, by declaring, ‘We are recruiting for the well-being of the community and not for the purpose of strike-breaking.’

Mr. Harper stood his ground when the formation of a committee was proposed and seconded; this lone left-wing voice in the wilderness moved that such a decision should be deferred ‘for a fortnight so that they might see how it went … it had all been done behind their backs. The Emergency Order, the appointment of officials etc., had all been done prior to this trouble. The Government had been talking peace and declaring for war at the same time.’

The report in the Stroud Journal finished abruptly: ‘Chairman: Your amendment is a direct negative. The resolution was carried. Mr. Harper voting against it.’

In consequence, over two hundred volunteers were registered within three days: ‘very satisfactory’ said the newspaper, together with its appeal from ‘the authorities’ for the loan of ‘motor cars, lorries and motor cycles.’ By the end of the strike, 362 volunteers came forward, ‘including 29 lorry drivers, 114 motor car drivers, 6 engine drivers, 13 firemen and 10 women helpers. Altogether, 6 lorries, 58 motor cars and 28 motor cycles were placed at the disposal of the local committee, and were made good use of.’

 Now walk along the Shambles. Turn right into the High Street, then left at Mountain Warehouse then right at the clock then left at Café Max to reach the railway station. Perhaps have a coffee at The Stroud and study the impact of the General Strike on the railways.

Trains disappeared from ‘our local railway lines’: just 9 out of 75 GWR staff signed on for work at Stroud on the GWR; none reported for work at picturesque Chalford (where a crucial rail car service operated); some 50% were out on the LMS in the area, with ‘one or two working’ on the branch line to Nailsworth, Woodchester and Dudbridge. ‘Altogether, in our district, we understand that there are over 200 railwaymen who have ceased work,’ reported the Stroud Journal.

The local branch of the NUR reported that 98% of members were out, with telegram instructions from their general secretary: “Position unchanged, no wavering anywhere. Pickets should wear prominent badges. All other members, far as possible, must keep off the streets.” There were no reports of pickets interfering with the attempts made by the G.W.R. stationmaster at Stroud to create a minimal replacement bus service for the rail car between Chalford, Stroud and Stonehouse (there were only three buses available for a scant service).

Now cross the bridge to the other side and think about the railways after the strike was called off on May 12.

But how did the end of the strike go down on the local railways?

The GWR station master at Stroud acted initially on official orders from Paddington, informing returning employees that he could not, as yet, reinstate them. Similarly, on the LMS, there was no immediate reinstatement. Then, after company telegrams, the GWR station master was officially instructed to reinstate specified, notified, employees. They refused to return, pending Union instructions, and until all of those who had been on strike were reinstated. The local NUR secretary, Mr. Wake, affirmed that all of the Stroud branch were ‘standing solidly together’ and that the Railway workers had met in the Liberal Hall to unanimously pass this resolution: “That this meeting of the members in this district of the R.C.A, the A.S.L. and F., and the N.U.R. hereby pledge our loyalty to each other and to the Joint Executive of the three Unions. Further, we pledge ourselves to stand firm for the re-instatement of every man who came out on strike at the call of the T.U.C.”

The newspaper followed this news with the strapline BACK TO NORMAL NEXT WEEK? and with a statement from an ‘official of the Railway Information Bureau’ who said he hoped for restored railway normality ‘next week.’ But the official offered a new definition of ‘normal’ (not that the Stroud Journal said so): employees would only ‘be taken back where there was work for them. It was explained that with disorganisation of business some big industries could not get going at once, and there would not be the same work for the railways.’

Now walk towards Walbridge and have a break at the canal:

Similarly, some local engineers, who had been called out on the second wave by the TUC on the last day of the strike, and then returned to work later in the day when the strike was terminated, ‘were told that at present they would not be re-instated.’ The Stroud Journal did not mention that this was hardly in the spirit of the King’s Message or the Prime Minister’s speech: “we should resume our work in a spirit of co-operation, putting behind us all malice and vindictiveness.”

Had there been any malice and vindictiveness in the streets of Stroud and beyond during the nine days? There is an absence of evidence on that question – which may, of course, suggest peaceful streets. The Stroud Journal praised local reserve constables who ‘again donned their uniform’ and the large enrolment of ‘efficient and highly satisfactory’ special constables.’ Significantly, the feature finished with the lofty tone of this sentence: ‘We have been fortunate in this locality in that no disturbances have taken place, which speaks well for the hundreds of men who have been unemployed.’ Indeed, the only court cases that I chanced upon in the May 21 edition of the newspaper involved bicycles (one speeding) and the parking of a motor car.

In consequence, it’s easy to imagine that Beatrice Webb’s diary entry for Monday May 3 could also ring true for Stroud’s comfortably-off: ‘The net impression left on my mind is that the General Strike will turn out not to be a revolution of any sort but a batch of compulsory Bank Holidays without any opportunity for recreation and a lot of dreary walking to and fro.’

And then there is the resonant reassurance of the King’s diary: ‘Our old country can be well proud of itself, as during the last nine days there has been a strike in which four million people have been affected, not a shot has been fired and no-one has been killed, it shows what a wonderful people we are.’

Now walk along the Bath Road towards Rodborough Hill. Turn left to go up the hill and then immediately left onto the cycle track so as to eventually turn right onto the old railway line that connected Stroud with Dudbridge on the Stonehouse-Nailsworth LMS line.

Carry on until you see some interesting industrial archaeological relics on your left …

Stuart,

Thanks again for a really enjoyable afternoon.

Found this link which says a bit more about the coal sidings along the cycle path https://www.stroudiecentral.co.uk/dudbridge-to-stroud-cycle-track-and-gas-works/

Also this from Ian M… ***Stroud Gasworks were on a site between the canal and River Frome on Gas House Lane, now known as Chestnut Lane.  The canal obviously brought in coal for the gasworks and the towpath made a convenient route to lay a gas main.

Coal to the gasworks was later brought in by rail along the Midland Railway’s Stroud branch line which ran alongside the river at a higher level.  There was a siding and a wagon turntable on the branch line where coal wagons were turned and the coal tipped down a chute to a narrow-gauge railway below which ran into the gasworks.  The siding and tip appear on the 1938 OS map but not the 1922 so was probably constructed as trade on the canal was decreasing (the Thames & Severn having been abandoned totally in 1933).  I did find the remains of the wagon turntable when poking around the undergrowth about 35 years ago.

Link to the 1938 OS map of the site: https://maps.nls.uk/view/109727533#zoom=5.7&lat=8719&lon=6990&layers=BT

I believe the last delivery of coal to the gasworks by barge was by the ‘Stanley’ in 1941 and indeed was the last commercial toll paid on the canal.  I got talking to someone beside the canal once who had witnessed the barge returning empty down the locks at Eastington.***

From elsewhere, the construction of the sidings and tippler was agreed in July 1924 so that by 1926 most coal was delivered by rail, though some still came along the canal from Sharpness. The canal supply continued during the General Strike, despite attempts by pickets. No doubt the tonnage books in Stroudwater archives would reveal the relative amount transported before and during and immediately post-strike.

This is what I wrote a few years ago:

It’s easy to miss Industry’s footprint,
Lost in the elder, primrose, ash and willow.
But see the rusting mighty iron capstans,
One, now toppled, but one still firm and strong,
Once used for winching trucks down the gas works siding,
To a coal tippler (concrete remains there still),
Where a hydraulic ram tipped the trucks’ coal
Down a chute to a narrow-gauge hopper,
And thence over two bridges and the Frome,
To its destination at Stroud Gasworks –

But there was a nine-day General Strike in May 1926,

And the miners were locked-out until November.

 

When you reach the bridge that takes the cycle path below Dudbridge Hill, take the left ascent by the bridge and then turn left up Dudbridge Hill. Just before the traffic light junction (the Golden Cross) there is a left into Stroud Rugby Club. Walk along there for your penultimate Stroud and the General Strike port of call.

On Wednesday May 12, the Gloucester Strike Bulletin had cheerfully announced that A large Labour Demonstration will be held on Sunday May 16th, leaving Lansdown at 2.30 p.m. proceeding to Frome-hall Park with a band. Speakers: Morgan Jones and Dan Griffiths. A meeting will be held at night in the Cooperative Hall, Cainscross at 7.30 p.m. Speakers: Mr. G. Hall and Dan Griffiths. All supporters of the cause are heartily invited to join the procession.’ When the meeting was held, in the wake of the ending of the strike and with no settlement for the miners, it was, of course, important to raise Labour and trade union spirits and look to the future.

The Stroud Journal on May 21 reported on the May Day celebration held … under the joint auspices of the Stroud Division Labour Party and Trades and Labour Council.’ There was a procession, with a band, ‘red banners flying’, to the meeting ‘attended by several hundreds.’ The prospective Labour candidate, Dan Griffiths, sent this message: “I shall be with you in spirit at your May Celebration. I trust the day is not far distant when the workers all the world over will come into their own.”

The next speaker, Mr. Webb, also spoke with an uplifting tone, ‘pointing out how the older men of the movement had been looking forward to the day when the united workers of the country and the whole world would realise what a mighty power they had in their hands if they desired to use it, and when they would throw down the challenge to those of the employing class who had been crushing the worker under its heel.’

The next speaker, Mr. Hiatt, started by emphasising that the strike had not been a challenge to the constitution; it was an industrial dispute. He went on to say that ‘the dispute had shown the working people of the country their real power, and it had shown how false the conception … that capital was the main spring of industry.’ Trade Unions would continue to progress, he said, and the movement ‘had tasted power, and it needed only men of goodwill, sound judgement, and of understanding’ to use ‘power wisely …Industrially and politically, they were never nearer their goal’, he concluded.

The final speaker was Mr. Morgan Jones, M.P., from a mining constituency. Although he, too, emphasised that the strike had been an industrial dispute not a revolutionary constitutional challenge, he also emphasised that the nine-day working class solidarity just shown was globally and historically unique. He asserted that future progress would rest upon a fusion of the ‘Trade Union movement on the one hand as an industrial weapon, and of the political Labour Party as a political weapon … Now was the time to reflect and reconsider and … he urged that at the next election they would place a cross against the name of his good friend, Dan Griffiths (applause).’

Now climb Walkley Hill and cross the road at The Prince Albert to have a look at Rodborough Allotments at the gate.

Rodborough Allotments and the General Strike (An Imagining)

With so many firms on short-time working as a result of a shortage of coal with the miners locked-out and with the stoppage on the railways, and with the plea from the TUC that people on strike should take up healthy activities such as gardening rather than active picketing … there must have been an unusual number of men and women out working on their plots during the day time in early May 1926, and gazing down at an unusually quiet and smoke free town.

I imagine a number of those people could afford a wireless and would be broadcasting, as it were, the BBC during conversation. Some, no doubt, would read the government’s British Gazette and some, no doubt, the TUC’s British Worker; two or three might have copies of the Gloucester Strike Bulletin, and, who knows? One might have a copy of the Communist Party’s Workers’ Bulletin.

It’s easy to imagine some heated conversations. For those nine days in May bitterly divided the country.

But did they bitterly divide the allotment? Or did gardeners keep their heads down, digging, hoeing, planting and sowing: finding a common cause to override division?

Who knows?

Perhaps there is message here for the whole nation today in this climate of culture-wars and echo chambers.

So, I finish off this presentation with this poem:

Rolled sleeve, break-back, pounding chest,

Up here, just below Butterrow West,

Where I plant and dig and study and sow,

While neighbours wander to and fro,

Past rusting barrows, ramshackle sheds,

Oil drums, baths, and compost beds,

With sticks and string to seed-space measure,

For next year’s crops to plot and treasure,

As rain drops drip on mouldering fruit,

And deep dug spade and couch grass root,

While I look down on canal and town,

Great Western Railway cream and brown,

And hear the ghosts of gramp and dad:

‘Breathe the air ‘fore it’s breathed on lad’,

By the stretched-out cloth on tenterhook,

Old Stroud scarlet where the ghosts just stood,

And feel the past pulse through my veins,

Digging the future in mist and rain,

A time to come; and past, and present,

This is my harvest on Rodborough allotment.

A time to come; and past, and present,

This is my harvest on Rodborough allotment.

Now return for refreshment at the pub.

And now to finish our account of the aftermath of the strike, the last words come from Percival S. Marling and Henry Ricardo:

(To the Editor of the “Stroud Journal’)

Sir – Now that the General Strike is, as we hope, happily ended … I should like, as Chairman of the Volunteer Services Committee for Essential Services for Stroud and District, to thank the Stroud Urban District Council for the use of the room at the Town Hall, Stroud, and also to thank all those who have so loyally helped the Recruiting Committee … The total number recruited up to May 11th was 362. I think we who live in the Stroud area have just cause to congratulate ourselves on the excellent behaviour and good temper shown by all sections of the community during the past trying fortnight.

Yours truly,

PERCIVAL S. MARLING

Stanley Park, Stroud,

May 15th, 1926

Shire Hall,

Gloucester,

17th May, 1926

My dear Marling,

Will you kindly convey to the voluntary workers who assisted in the registration and employment of volunteers in your Area the appreciation of the Civil Commissioner of the South Western Division for their loyal assistance in the national crisis, and as Chairman of the Committee for the County of Gloucestershire may I add my own.

The arrangements in the County have worked most admirably, thanks to the prompt and efficient help we have received, while the offers for assistance which went far beyond what it was in the smallest degree possible to make use of, have shown that the spirit of the County was as fine as it always has been.

Yours sincerely,

RICARDO

Chairman

Some of you may be moved to pen a few lines about all of this.

If so, here is a guide to assist you with your pen if you so wish.

A GUIDE TO WRITING YOUR OWN

If you fancy it, here’s a practical easy guide to creative writing.

(If any readers are into the intellectual side

of all this slipping through wormholes of time stuff,

and fancy some prompts about psychogeography,

Radical walking and the imagination –

an A to Z of Psychogeography

follows the creative writing guide.)

 

A guide to creative writing: An A – Z Writing Guide

A is for ALLITERATION and ANECDOTES

and ASSONANCE and ATMOSPHERE

B is for BATHOS and BLANK VERSE and BACKSTORY

C is for CHARACTERS and CLIFFHANGER and COUNTER-HERITAGE

D is for DIALOGUE and DRAMA

E is for EFFECT and ELLIPSIS

F is for FIRST PERSON and FORESHADOWING

and FACT and FICTION and FREE VERSE

G is for GENRE (which will you choose?)

and GUERRILLA MEMORIALISATION

H is for HONESTY and HEART (and soul) and HERITAGE

I is for IMAGERY and IDIOM and IAMBIC PENTAMETRE

and IMAGINATION

J is for JUSTICE and the JUST word

K is for KINDNESS and KINESIS

L is for LUCID and LUDIC and LIMINALITY

M is for METAPHOR and MOOD and MEMORIALISATION

and MYTHOPOEIC and METRE

N is for NARRATIVE and NOTEBOOK (necessary)

O is for ONOMATAPOEIA

P is for PERSONA and PLOT and PACE and PUNCTUATION

and PARENTHESIS and PEN and PENCIL

and PAPER and POETRY and PROSE

Q is for QUEST (for the right word) and QUESTIONS

R is for RULE OF THREE and RHETORICAL QUESTIONS

and RESEARCH and READING and RHYME and RHYTHM

S is for SIMILE and SIBILANCE and STRUCTURE

and STANZA and SETTING and SENSES and SENTENCES (varied)

and SYNTHESIA

T is for TRIPLES and THIRD PERSON

U is for UNDERSTATED

V is for VARIED SENTENCE STRUCTURE and VOICE

and VERSE and VARIED VOCABULARY

W is for WANDERING and WRITING and WORMHOLES

X is for X-ROADS (liminal wormholes through time)

Y is for YEARNING (for the past and for the right word)

Z is for ZEN and the ART of STATIONERY MAINTENANCE

An A-Z Psychogeographical Guide

A is for Ambulatory Art; the Arcades Project; Alienation; Ambience/Ambiance; Aleatory Walking; Ackroyd (Peter); the Association of Autonomous Astronauts; Autism and Walking; Ambling.

B is for Beach (Beneath the Pavements!!); Benjamin (Walter); Baudelaire; Bohemian; Barthes (Roland); Baudrillard Jean) and Bucolic.

C is for Commodity Fetishism; Crowds; Chtcheglov (Ivan); Coverley (Miles); Cartography (Re-imagined); Critique of Everyday Life; Commodification; Cultural Terrorism; Choreographed Walking; Cadogan (Garnette); Cyberflanerie; Crowds; constitutional.

D is for Derivee; Detournement; Debord (Guy); Defoe (Daniel); de Certeau (Michel); Disabled Walking; Dementia and Walking; Dreamtime Walking.

E is for Edgelands; Existentialism; Experimental Exeats; Egressions; Ecophilia.

F is for Flaneur; Flanerie; Flaneuse; Five Valleys; Fete (see Potlatch); Foucault (Michel) and Feminist Psychogeography; Field Walking.

G is for Geography.

H is for Hessel (Franz); Huizinga (Johan), Homo Ludens; Harvey (David); Hawksmoor (Nicholas); Home (Stewart); hollow-ways; hike.

I is for International Situationniste (the S.I. journal); Infraordinary; Interpellation; Indolence.

J is for Journals; Journeys; Jorn (Asger); jogging.

K is for Kaleidoscope; Kafkaesque.

L is for Ludic; Lefebevre (Henri); Lettrist International; Literary Communism; Ley Lines; the Loiterers’ Resistance Movement; Languid.

M is for Marxist-Materialists; Mythogeographers (discovering political and/or multiple meanings in landscapes; Maps (mmm …); Manifestos; May ’68; the Materialist Psychogeographical Affiliation; the Museum of Walking; Multicultural Inclusive Psychogeography; Memory Retrieval through walking (dementia sufferers); POPS (Privately Owned Public Spaces).

N is for Noctivigant; Noctambulist; the Neoist Alliance; Navigation; Navigators (inland); Navvies.

O is for Occultist Walking (invoking de Quincey, and William Blake for a harder political edge.); Oldfield Ford (Laura); Ocularcentrism.

P is for Psychogeography; Potlatch (the S.I. journal) and Potlatch (devoid ‘of all Productive logic in which everyone may Participate’ – A Fete*); Performance (Poetic and subversive Potential of ordinary life revealed); Pranks and Property Defacement; Praxis; Papadimitriou (Nick); Postmodern Flaneur; Psychogeography and the Deriviste;

Q is for de Quincey (Thomas); Queues (bus stop).

R is for Rural (reading and writing the rural – individually/collectively); Romantic (literary tradition); Rhythmanalysis; Reverie; Richardson (Tina); Rimbaud; Relational (cf solitary) Walking and Recollection.

S is for Signifier; Signified; Semiotics; Situations; Spectacles; Situationist International; Society Of The Spectacle; Stroud; Site Specific (art/performance); Solnit (Rebecca); Subversion; Spatial Interruption (cf Temporal Interruption); Sinclair (Ian); Savage Messiah; Social Critique ; Schizocartography; Smith (Phil); the Situational Derive; Situational Walking Arts; Sensory Mapping; Soundscape and Smell Walks.

T is for Time; Temporality Interruption (cf. Spatial Interruption);

Three-Sided Football.

U is for Urban (reading and writing the city/town – individually/collectively); Unitary Urbanism; Utopianism.

V is for van Ratingen (Witold Jerzy) (see * Potlatch above); Virtual Psychogeography.

W is for Watkins (Alfred); Walking as ‘A Pedestrian Speech Act’ (de Certeau); Wrights and Sites and the Walking Artists Network and Walking Women and Walking While Black.

X is for Cross Roads and X marks the spot of whatever you wish to bury or find.

Y is for Yearning/Nostalgic walking.

Z is for Zen-Fullness; The Art of Zen and Shank’s Pony Maintenance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Jolly Dystopian Ramble to the Oasis

 

It felt like textbook psychogeography:

Walking in a straight line along the old North Wilts Canal,

In a ‘playful wandering exploration’,

Reimagining the railway works and the seemingly endless sidings,

Remembering where I used to train-spot and play football,

Long before the advent of these seemingly endless roads.

 

We walked past the Victorian railway railings

And the high red brick walls,

With their seemingly endless graffiti,

Despite the signs threatening hefty fines,

Past an old railway iron gate with ornate columns,

The double-lock once important for railway security,

But the gates now lie open on a road to nowhere.

 

But the carefully wrought railings were a delight

With a high-tide of creamy may blossom,

With an occasional disconcerting cluster

Of last autumn’s red berry mist of fruitfulness,

To remind us of William Faulkner’s dictum:

‘The past is never dead. It’s not even past.’

But is that so?

 

The Oasis lies in classic edgelands terrain:

A brownfield scrubland of ‘guerrilla ecology’,

The Oasis itself, erupting from the landscape

Like some gaunt symbol of lost modernity.

I took a photo and sent it to my children:

“Omg! I loved the Oasis! I remember thinking the shower and wave machines were the most exciting things ever. I remember your shorts, dad, over-inflating and us getting stuck on the tubes.” “Those days out on the train in the summer holidays to the Oasis are such treasured memories. A real special treat.”

I read their messages and stared at the dome,

Standing in what felt like a dystopian movie-set,

So hard to imagine now that this once contained

A ‘tropical-style swimming pool complete with water slide.’

 

It seemed correct to continue on a virtual straight line

So as to continue my psychogeographical ramble:

 I went straight on to AI for the reasons for this bizarre brownfield mystery:

 

A grade 2 listed building, ‘protecting it from simple demolition and making its future redevelopment complex’ and thus ‘suffering from disrepair and anti-social behaviour, resulting in a partial closing order for the site. While currently closed and undergoing ownership/repair disputes, a deal was signed in April 2026 for GLL to run it if reopened, although no firm opening date has been set. SevenCapital, the owner, has entered into an agreement with GLL to operate the centre upon restoration, as shown in reports.’

‘The Save Oasis Swindon group continues to campaign for the renovation of the lagoon pool and sports facilities.’

 

 

I absorbed some of that and gazed wide-eyed

At this dystopian dreamscape,

Where the trees had escaped from the tree museum

To recolonise still extant but futile car parks,

With their fading white lines of division,

Signage warning of non-existent ramps,

Where mouldering layers of asphalt now lie

(‘Underneath the pavements, the beach!’

The Situationists once more cry),

By the sign of the silhouette

Running full pelt behind the arrow

On the ‘Evacuation Route’ through time and space,

Past the UKPC sign NO UNAUTHORISED PARKING …

So many ghosts of cars and vans, and families

Full of anticipatory glee …

 

The Oasis windows from this position

Had echoes of an art deco ocean liner,

But with a hull festooned with tagging and graffiti,

Fencing and trees and close circuit tv cameras …

 

I took once last valedictory look –

I remembered once more my children’s memories,

And me playing football and train-spotting,

And I remembered those lines from T.S. Eliot:

‘And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started.

And know the place for the first time.’

 

‘The past is never dead. It’s not even past.’

 

 

The Forest of Dean and the General Strike and the GWR

I popped in the Centenary Lounge at Stroud Station

Before catching the train to Gloucester for Lydney:

I was on the scent of the industrial Dean

In 1926 and the Great Western Railway,

And, therefore, studied the GWR map

From 1923 up there on the wall,

With more care than my usual perfunctory glance.

I focussed on the area of the Dean

Within a sort of railway quadrant:

Ross to Monmouth to Chepstow to Grange Court to Ross –

Not a huge area but once home to over 40 pits and 6,000 miners

And home to over 30 railway stations,

Here are the stations in alphabetical order:

Awre Junc.,

Bilson Goods, Blaisdon Halt, Blakeney Goods,

Bullo Cross Hlt., Bullo Docks, Bullo Pill Goods,

Cinderford, Cinderford Goods, Coleford,

Drybrook Halt, Drybrook Road,

Longhope, Lydbrook Jc.,

Lydney Docks, Lydney Jnc., Lydney Tn.,

Milk Wall, Mitcheldean Road,

Newnham, Parkend, Ruspidge Hlt. Goods,

Speech House Rd., Staple Edge Halt,

Steam Mills Cr. Halt, Symonds Yat,

UpR. Lydbrook, Upper Soudley Halt,

Walford Halt, Westbury on -Sev-Halt,

Weston-under-Penyard,

Whimsey Halt, Whitecroft.

On I went to Lydney to the Dean Forest Railway

(It’s signposted close by today’s railway station),

Leaving the busy roads for a footpath

To ‘Tramway Bridge’, built 1810,

‘For the Lydney and Lydbrook Canal Company’,

‘Later the Severn & Wye Railway’,

‘The tramroad was built to improve the export of Forest of Dean coal

via Lydney Harbour and the River Severn’.

So, you don’t have to venture far to be

straight on the scent of coal in the Dean in 1926,

Perhaps remembering the words of Ralph Anstis:

‘The effects of the rail strike were soon noticeable. At Awre station milk churns were left uncollected and at Symonds Yat, Upper Lydbrook, Coleford, Parkend, Whitecroft, Bullo Pill and Blakeney the stations were closed with the staff out in support of the miners.’

‘On the second day of the strike, the proprietor of the Lydney Picture House offered a free showing to strikers with an introductory report on the strike too.’

Take a stroll around the town, walk to the harbour,

This small town that once had three stations …

The station-sign at Lydney Junction on the preserved line,

Is GWR inter-war evocative:

LYDNEY JUNCTION

CHANGE FOR

SOUTH WALES PADDINGTON & GREAT WESTERN LINE

I sat down on an old GWR bench,

And pictured the children evacuated from here

During the lock-out of the spring, summer and autumn of 1926,

Hard to imagine, isn’t it?

But here’s the list of pits affected by that time a century ago:

Arles Level, Bridewell & Mailscot Gate, Brominghold,

Cannop, Cross Ash, Crown, Crump Meadow,

Dark Hill, Drybrook, Eastern United, Farmer’s Folly, Foxes Bridge

Harrow Hill, High Meadow, Hillersland, Hopewell Drift,

Hopewell in Wimberley, Lightmoor, Lower Dark Hill,

Mapleford, Marion’s Vale, Milkwall,

New Fancy, New Hawkins No. 1 Level,

New Regulator and Slope, New Speedwell,

Nine Wells, Norchard, Oldcroft, Park Hill, Parkend Deep,

Pastor’s Hill, Patches & Lonk Level,

Pluck Penny, Princess Royal, Prosper Hill, Reading Horne,

Silent Standing, Shutcastle, Steam Mills, Thatch,

Thornton Reeks, Trafalgar, Upper Dark Hill, Valletts No. 1 Level,

Waterloo, Weavers Pitching No. 2, Well Level,

Well Level No. 2, Winnell, Worcester No. 2, Worrall Hill.

If you wish to read further, here are a couple of links:

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/the-forest-of-dean-the-general-strike-and-lockout/

https://radicalstroud.co.uk/gwr-voices-for-performance/

And if you wish to walk further and farther, I recommend these three leaflets available from the Forest of Dean Local History Society:

The Mines Trails

Walk No. 1 The Speculation Trail No.2 The New Fancy Trail No.3 Cannop Ponds Trail

https://forestofdeanhistory.org.uk/publications-for-sale/

Radical Stroud thank the GWR for its support

in the commemoration of the General Strike in our locality and region.

This would not have happened without the GWR.

We thank Stroud Town Council similarly.

 

Why did I break the General Strike

 

“Why did I break the strike and go into work?” you ask me.

Because I’m a Company man, a GWR man,

  A man who thinks that Sir Felix Pole sometimes knows best,

A man who has grandchildren to feed and clothe,

A man who needs the wage and can’t risk losing his job either,

A man who drives his trains with love and with pride,

A man who likes arriving in Paddington on time,

A man who thinks that strikes help no one in the end,

But a man who believes in paying his Union dues,

But a man who thinks Socialism

Should come through the ballot box and not the picket line.

A man who listened to the BBC and read the British Gazette,

But read the British Worker and the local strike bulletin too,

A man who heard the call in August 1914,

And again, in May 1926: “For King and Country”,

A man who gave to the relief fund for miners’ families,

A man who has been sent to Coventry by some of his mates,

A man who lost the company of mates who lost their jobs,

A man who rests his fag on an inscribed silver ash tray,

An official “Thank you” from the Company,

A happy end of sorts to a sorry business perhaps.

But remember that I voted Labour in 1929,

And so did my wife – voting for the first time –

So don’t judge us too harshly,

And I try not to judge my erstwhile mates either,

Just as I heard an echo of August 1914,

So did they.

They didn’t hear the call of St Petersburg in 1917,

They weren’t challenging the Constitution,

They were just supporting the miners,

They heard the call of war time unity and loyalty,

It was just a different call from mine.

Regrets? Well, I do feel a bit lonely now, now that the wife’s no more,

And the family have all moved away – There’s not so much work here now –

But I do have my ash tray for my fags and recall it all.

Regrets?  I don’t know, to be honest.

I can’t take my ash tray down the pub, can I?

And it feels a bit lonely playing dominoes or crib on your own.

Radical Stroud thank the GWR for its support

in the commemoration of the General Strike in our locality and region.

This would not have happened without the GWR.

We thank Stroud Town Council similarly.

 

Personal Memories of Decades of Industrial Struggle

I come from a small town in North West Wales, called Blaenau Ffestiniog. It’s a very Welsh place.  In the last census about 5% only spoke Welsh and around 80% speak, read and write in Welsh.  Over a century ago most of my family are recorded in every census as only speaking Welsh. The exception was my hen taid (great grandfather), Gryffydd. Like thousands of others his father had emigrated to Vermont to share their experiences and expertise to exploit slate there. Gryffydd was born in Vermont but came back bilingual.  Blaenau is a town that was one the biggest suppliers of slate in the world. All the male members of my family on my dad’s side were slate miners going back generations. My dad left school at 14 for an apprenticeship in one of the mines.

The picture above is my nain (grandmother) and taid (grandfather) and my uncle Elwyn in the early 1930s. My Taid was a miner.  His name was Ellis. He died in 1933 underground, aged 43. His death certificate was signed by the company employed GP.  He died of heart failure brought on by exertion and exacerbated by a malaria infection. He had served in the army in India. This diagnosis that his death was linked to the infection meant no compensation and no pension. My nain was left alone and unemployed with three young sons. Elwyn was the oldest and died in World War 2. It was certainly hard. My dad, Cadwaladr,  had stories about being picked on by police because he had no father. He also remembered the kindness of the Co-op. He would get a handout of shoes , school uniform etc every  September.  My uncle Jim started off working on Crosville buses but became an official with the TGWU. He progressed to national positions including as President of the Wales TUC. In the family he famously accepted an OBE for services to trade unions in Wales. This was when Thatcher was in power.

It was not spoken about much but there was a radicalism. My nain had been active in Plaid Llafur (Labour party). Famously she was canvassed by Plaid Cymru when in a care home. She sent them away – saying nationalism and fascism – two sides of the same coin.  I remember as a child her telling me about the “Welsh Not” at her school. The UK government had passed a law that meant all schools in Wales having a piece of wood on a rope carved with “welsh not”. Any child heard speaking Welsh in class or in the playground had it hung around their neck. The child with it at the end of the day was beaten. It’s a tribute to towns like Blaenau that despite every effort over decades the language thrives.

The 1926 General Strike didn’t include the slate mines of North Wales but would have paralysed transport. I am sure my family would have been supporting.

The miners in Blaenau went on strike for 16 weeks in 1893. It had strong trade union, socialist and chapel traditions.

No traitors in this house were common posters in the strikes across the slate industry in North Wales when a small number of strikers had returned to work.

 

 

The slate mines had a system of “cabans”. These were huts made of slate. There would have been on each level underground. They were where miners had their lunch and tea. They would also pay a subscription. My dad used one and described how they would sing and write and recite poetry. They also voted on sending some of their kitty to support strikers. They were also a place for political discussion and reading. Each caban had a library of books. I remember him telling me about the arrival of a Welsh language edition of the Communist Manifesto. Workers shared news across the mine by a magazine called “Caban”.  I still have a few copies.

 

This is from Wikipedia  “The caban, the cabin where the quarrymen gathered for their lunch break, was often the scene of wide-ranging discussions, which were often formally minuted. A surviving set of minutes from a caban at the Llechwedd mine at Blaenau Ffestiniog for 1908–1910 records discussions on Church Disestablishmenttariff reform and other political topics.[103] Eisteddfodau were held, poetry composed and discussed and most of the larger quarries had their own band

 

 

All of this in the background shaped my politics and outlook. The 1960’s when I grew up in Blaenau were particularly radical. At school, my mam had caught a train every day from Trawsfynydd to Bala. This went through Tryweryn. The UK government voted to drown the valley in 1965. I was 5. A whole village went and the bodies were exhumed in the graveyard. Nearly all Welsh MPs voted against. The water was for Liverpool. The deep hurt of this is still felt today. Cofio Tryweryn (remember Tryweryn) signs are common in Wales. A few years later Charles was invested as Prince of Wales in Caernarfon. It was  a time when there was a rising campaign about language, culture and the hardships many in Wales suffered. There were many demonstration but also direct action,  including bombing.

We moved to England where I learnt to speak English aged 9. By the time of the 1973 miners strike I was actively supporting the Labour party and joined on my 14th birthday.  The 1970s were a tumultuous time. My family history and the unrest of the 1970s did a lot to shape my politics. I went to University in Manchester in 1978 during the Winter of Discontent.

I moved to Bedford to study at Cranfield University towards the end of 1983. I became active in the Labour Party and the Young Socialists. The miners strike started soon afterwards. Bedford was the home of the National Graphical Association.  A trade union in the print industry. I contacted them on behalf of the LPYS asking if there was any contact with the NUM. it led to me taking a South Wales miner to the Labour Party General Committee a few days later. The Labour party were at first reluctant to pledge support as they thought it would be a commitment that would need to last months. A small group of us gathered in the pub and between us offered accommodation to the first group of miners to stay in the town. I had one or two staying with me continually for the whole strike. We brough together trade unions and Polish and Indian workers associations and many others and did all we could to support the strike. After the initial visit from the Welsh miners we were allocated pits in the midlands to support. John Bennet was from Hucknall Colliery in Nottinghamshire. George Smith was from Lea Hall colliery in Staffordshire. Trevor Gilbert was from Moor Green Colliery in Nottinghamshire. Brian Witts and Bob McMahon were from Littleton Colliery in Staffordshire. The youngest was 22, the oldest 35. I was 24, so a similar age to them.

Brian had an idea while staying with me. He decided to write to every trade union he could find an address for asking for badges. Swapping badges during the strike was quite a thing. His idea was to sell and raffle the badges to raise funds. He was very successful. Most days bags of badges crashed through my letterbox. As a thank you for the accommodation and my role with the support group he got hold of a flat cap and covered it in badges and presented it to me as a surprise. It’s never been worn as far too heavy.

 

Brian went on to write a book about NUM badges.

Reviews – Enamel Badges Of The National Union Of Mineworkers

While in Bedford they also wrote a pamphlet, again to sell to raise funds. Trevor was an amateur artist and illustrated the pamphlet. The most striking picture is of women on the picket line to illustrate his tribute to their role in the strike.

They thanked those that had supported them in the introduction. It was quite pointed. “all labour members who helped us” was one entry. They also thanked Bedford Communist Party who had one member. All members of the LPYS and Militant got a thanks. It finishes with “last but not least, Gwyn Morris for providing accommodation for us all and putting up with the peculiarities of us mining folk”. I never fully found out what this meant.

 

A year or so after the strike the NUM printed a large poster with emblems of each mine that was on strike. Each had a handwritten thanks at the bottom. I still have mine. I was the one of a very few in Bedford to get one.

Two years later and there was a strike in the last remaining slate mines in my home town. It lasted 7 months. I was asked to go to connect to the strikers and to cover the story for the Militant newspaper. I had several advantages. I was local, the son of a miner and I spoke the same language. Blaenau had been an outstanding supporter of the NUM strike. South Wales mining communities repaid that support during the 7 months.

Dafydd Iwan is a well-known singer and activist in Wales. Decades ago, he wrote “Yma o hyd” – we are still here. It catalogued the history of Wales with a verse that says despite all of the hardship and oppression – we are still here. A song about survival and fighting back. It is now an unofficial anthem sung at Welsh national football matches. Dafydd wrote a song for the Blaenau strikers in 1986. The words are below. This became the song of the picket lines.

Nid gofyn wnawn am gardod, na gofyn ffafr chwaith
Ond gofyn am ein haeddiant am ddiwrnod o waith.
Er mwyn y rhai fu’n aberth i lwch y garreg las,
Er mwyn y rhai fu’n brwydro ar graig a ffridd a ffas.
Safwn gyda’n gilydd, safwn fel un gwr,
Safwn gyda’n gilydd fel un gwr.

Aeth wythnos arall heibio heb son am babpur bach,
Rhaid sefyll ar y biced a byw ar awyr iach,
Rhaid peidio gwangaloni na phlygu dan y straen,
O freichiau ffrindiau fyddlon daw nerth i gario ‘mlaen.

Safwn gyda’n gilydd, sfawn fel un gwr,
Safwn gyda’n gilydd fel un gwr.

(Dafydd Iwan)

 

Standing together.

We’re not asking for charity or favours either,
What we ask for are our dues for a day’s work!
For the sake of those who were sacrificed to the dust of the blue slate,
For the sake of those who struggled on the rock, the soil and the face.

We’ll stand together – stand together as one.

Another week goes by without a payslip,
We must stand on the picket line and live off fresh air,
We mustn’t be fainthearted or break under the strain –
From the arms of faithful friends comes the strength to carry on.

We’ll stand together – stand together as one.

 

In 1986 the strike at Wapping started and lasted a year. The NGA union was the main protagonist against the Murdoch empire. The NGA were based in Bedford and ran a coach down to the picket lines most evenings. I was a frequent attender. I gained some notoriety when a friend working in a bar in Bedford noticed me on the evening news. I was walking away from the picket when, unprovoked, a policeman on a horse sped past me and struck my head with a truncheon. Bloodied and a bit concussed I got back in the early hours. Friends had no way to contact me to check if I was alright.

I joined a union in 1983 as a postgraduate researcher. It was the ASTMS. I remained a member working in the private sector and then in the NHS and then in the Civil Service. Mergers led to it being in the MSF and now UNITE. I held positions on national and local committees as well as on the regional TUC. I organised strikes and protests in the NHS and was the national secretary for the Broad Left in my Union.

Gwyn Morris

The King and the General Strike and the Constitution

 

Having read one of King George V’s diary entries from May 1926, I thought it a good idea to seek out a biography of the King. I found Kenneth Rose’s biography second hand for a fiver and read it all with fascination. It’s a sympathetic rather than hagiographic 400 pages – as evidenced by these few following snippets about the King and the General Strike.

 

‘George V saw himself as King not only of the well-born and rich, but also of the deprived and the poor’ – he gave ‘1,000 guineas for the relief of strikers’ families’ in the 1912 miners’ strike, just two years after ascending to the throne. Fourteen years later, just before the General Strike began, when at Newmarket races, he told Lord Durham (‘a considerable coal-owner’) that ‘he was sorry for the miners.’ “A damned lot of revolutionaries” came the reply … ‘the King turned on him furiously: “Try living on their wages before you judge them.”

 

Rose comments that after the strike began, ‘the King showed compassion as well as caution.’ He thought it “unfortunate” that Winston Churchill’s British Gazette ‘declared that the armed forces should not be too squeamish’, instructing his private secretary ‘to write to the Chief of the Imperial General Staff; he applied no stronger word that “unfortunate” to the provocative announcement, but the War Office no doubt took his point.’

 

We now move to ‘The most decisive of the King’s interventions in May 1926’: his opposition to the Government’s intention to prevent banks paying out Trade Union funds to support those out on strike etc. The King’s private secretary, Sir Arthur John Bigge, 1st Baron Stamfordham, GCB, GCIE, GCVO, KCSI, KCMG, ISO, PC, wrote on May 9: “…the King told both the Home Secretary and the Attorney General that he was not at all sure that the Government would be acting wisely in adopting … the measures … So far the situation was better and more peaceful than might have been expected. The spirit of the miners was not unfriendly, as shown by such instances as Saturday afternoon’s football match at Plymouth between the police and the strikers; but any attempt to get hold of or control Trade Union Funds might … provoke reprisals if money were not forthcoming to buy food, there might be looting of shops, even of banks. The King laid stress upon the inevitable uproar such a Bill would create in the House of Commons.” Rose concludes this section: ‘By resisting the inflammatory legislation of his ministers, he helped to create an atmosphere of conciliation and an ultimate settlement largely free from bitterness.’

 

Things get more revealing in the next paragraph: ‘It is this sympathetic and statesmanlike approach to industrial strife which dominates the chapter on the general strike in Harold Nicolson’s life of the King. Yet the King could speak with two voices.’

 

Rose goes on to say that despite the King’s ‘kindly … understanding’ and ‘insight into the minds of his humbler subjects’, ‘he remained a prisoner of his naval upbringing.’ So, ‘There was an ambivalence’: ‘With one hand he would offer financial relief from his own pocket; with the other he would demand exemplary measures to curb disorder.’ Thus, on May 5th after reading about picketing in the docks in London, ‘He inquired of Baldwin: “Would it not be possible to introduce emergency legislation to prevent the so-called peaceful picketing and so enable unloading to be carried out by non-Union labour; and at the same time relieve the police of the additional work imposed upon them in dealing with picket trouble?” The Prime Minister politely pointed out that this would necessitate the repeal of the 1906 Trades Disputes Act.

 

But Baldwin was not out of the monarchical woods yet, for ‘That same day’, another letter arrived: “The King is somewhat concerned to find … that the people who are ready and desirous of assisting the Government in the maintenance of law and order are suffering considerably from intimidation from the strikers and other evil disposed parties … until Martial Law be proclaimed and the safety of the country passes into the hands of the Military … one Executive Officer should be responsible for all Police control.” Rose adds that the King, ‘in the same aggressive vein’, also asked whether Trade Union leaders could be arrested.

Rose concludes about the King’s apparent willingness to suspend the rule of law: ‘an abrupt contrast’ with ‘the restraint he preached to his ministers at other times during the general strike and to the paternal benevolence which will always be associated with him’ but with the ending of the strike a day later, the King became, ‘once more a constitutionalist.’

 

Then comes, of course, that famous diary entry:

“Our old country can be well proud of itself, as during the last nine days there has been a strike in which four million people have been affected, not a shot has been fired and no one killed. It shows what a wonderful people we are.”

 

Epilogue

David Torrance in his much-acclaimed 2026 book, The Edge of Revolution The General Strike that Shook Britain commented thus in his concluding chapter, The General Strike Reconsidered:

He reminds us of the hypocrisy of Lord Birkenhead who had been at the forefront of Ulster’s determination to stop Home Rule before the Great War using armed force and mutiny in the army if necessary. Torrance comments: ‘In 1914 there had been “things stronger than parliamentary majorities” but not, it seemed, in 1926.’

He goes on to say that ‘If anything, it was the Conservative government rather than the TUC which came close to behaving “unconstitutionally” (Emergency Regulations – the police given ‘sweeping and often arbitrarily exercised powers’ – Civil Commissioners – use of the armed forces – special constables – a newspaper ‘little more than propaganda’ – the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Leader of the Opposition – ‘both central components of the constitution’ … ‘gratuitously’ excluded from speaking on the BBC, ‘which had pretensions to speak impartially on behalf of the nation’ – utilising (contentious) statements that the General Strike was illegal – if that were true then why did they bring in the Trade Disputes and Trade Union Act in 1927?).

Torrance then addresses the role of the King:

‘Even the King does not emerge unblemished from a crisis he felt more deeply than most. Despite efforts by his official biographer to depict George V as consistently tempering the reckless policies of his ministers, the Royal Archives tell a different story of a monarch torn

Between sympathy for the underdog but also appalled by the disorder, “constantly on the alert to prevent the government, through timidity or slackness, from failing in its duty to suppress what the king saw as genuinely revolutionary elements”. (H. Hearder and H.R. Loyn (eds) British Government and Administration, Cardiff, University of Wales Press)

Torrance concludes:

‘Thus George was not the first sovereign, as some have argued, to have fully accept the principle of constitutional monarchy – limited and apolitical – in the modern sense of the term.’

And he goes on to say: ‘Indeed, the idea of urging the Home Secretary to arrest certain individuals or demanding emergency legislation would have been anathema to Queen Elizabeth, who was born shortly before the strike began.’

 

So, the next time you traverse the subway at Bristol Temple Meads, have a look at the

section about 6000 King George V – one of the most famous steam locomotives ever to grace the GWR and British Railways. Or, even better, visit the STEAM Museum at Swindon to see it in all its glory.

The Swindon-built King George V left the railway works in June 1927 …

 

Radical Stroud thank the GWR for its support

in the commemoration of the General Strike in our locality and region.

This would not have happened without the GWR.

We thank Stroud Town Council similarly.

 

Elsie

ELSIE

a remembering

Elsie, large and imposing, seated at her sewing machine. Her thick brown lisle stockings rolled down above the plaid slippered feet that waited on the treadle. Her grey hair pulled back into a bun. A few escaped wisps fall over her eyes. The Woodbine inserted in her heavy jowl left to burn down like a joss stick. Her breath rasping as the ash grows into a gravity-defying curve and the smoke turns the wisps yellow.

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THE BACK ROOM

She is in the back room. A miserly fire in the grate is surrounded by a wooden mantelpiece, home to a chipped porcelain shepherdess, a clock that wheezes and asthmatically chimes the hours, a vase holding a single pheasant’s tail feather, and some strangely staring spaniels.

Two large chairs, upholstered in the same bristly fabric that covers GWR carriage seating, brood by the fire.

THE KITCHEN

A kettle whistles softly in the kitchen. A kitchen that smells of coal gas and cat food. The aroma enhanced when a large black saucepan boils for hours, making bran mash for the hens.

There is a larder under the staircase with a zinc mesh-covered window keeping food cool and flies out. Shelves of stony home-made plum or eerily green gooseberry jam. Higher up there are pickled onions, red cabbage, beetroot and fiery piccalilli.

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Sometimes there is tinned fruit and condensed milk, bayoneted with a wooden-handled tin opener, a sticky dribble down the side of the tin. A bottle of Camp coffee and a tin of Rowntree’s cocoa, each destined to be boiled in milk to mark time. Coffee, morning elevenses; cocoa, nighttime, nine o’clock.

Two china jugs for milk, each carrying a faded, well-washed, bucolic scene. Tops covered with cracked saucers.

THE STOVE & SINK

The kettle steams on a grey and white enamelled gas stove. At the rear of the kitchen is the lavvy and a coal store. A shelf runs along a wall towards a porcelain sink, above which is the Ascot, which moodily explodes to deliver spurts of hot water. On the shelf stands a brown glazed pot, holding crystals of washing soda.

A bar of pale green Sunlight soap rests on the bristles of an upturned scrubbing brush, which, together with a packet of Reckitt’s blue, awaits Monday’s date with the galvanised Baby Burco boiler. In the backyard was a washboard, a zinc bath and a fearsome bottle green cast iron mangle, the spokes of its winding wheel picked out in red. The wooden rollers washed white.

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THE DRAWER & CABINET

In the cutlery drawer of the scrubbed wooden table was mismatched, well-used, bone-handled cutlery and separately, some matching fish knives and forks, which were never used, even on Fridays. A cream and green enamelled cabinet housed crockery, some chipped enamel white and blue basins, a bread bin and a tin for Elsie’s baking of eternal, everlasting, eponymous rock cakes.

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THE TRAP

“Our Keefy likes Granny’s rock cakes.”

Elsie baited her trap.

 

Our Keefy trod warily around Elsie. She had once warned him —

“Behave! Or I’ll thwack thy tweaker.”

— and whilst he wasn’t entirely sure what his tweaker was, he felt it best to leave it un-thwacked.

(With many thanks to my brother, Keith. Even though this is the early 1950s, it could almost be 1926 and the year of the General Strike. My brother is a remarkable person: so many talents . I owe him a lot.)

For the Benefit of Stroud Food Bank

For the benefit of Stroud Food Bank
A match to honour and give thanks
to those who struck a chord and blow
This day a hundred years ago
From North and South and West and East
Again The Strikers face Police
With helmets and flat caps they’ll play
In mem’ry of that long gone day…
when miners made their  stand
The Butlers will all be there
A rousing piece our Stu will share
The Walking Football Team of Stroud
Who make this town and Park so proud
will stroll and amble on the field
To show their skills and never yield
And ev’ryone will gather there
To witness play beyond compare
A feast for all’s in store.
The game begins at ten o’clock
The crowd will be there on the dot
To watch such marvels on display
And see how very slow they play
A walking miracle for all
At snail’s pace they’ll chase the ball
We guarantee a splendid time
The atmosphere will be sublime
When we relive  that day.
Crispin Thomas / Football Poets 2026-
(Words adapted from For The Benefit Of Mr Kite -(Lennon McCartney) The Beatles -Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band 1967 (whose words in turn were also adapted from the poster that John Lennon bought.
For context (Following words are from Wikipedia.)
The inspiration to write the song was a 19th-century circus poster for Pablo Fanque‘s Circus Royal appearance at Rochdale. Lennon purchased the poster on 31 January 1967 at a Sevenoaks antiques shop while the Beatles were filming promotional films for “Strawberry Fields Forever” in Sevenoaks, Kent.
 Lennon claimed years later to still have the poster in his home. “Everything from the song is from that poster,” he explained, “except the horse wasn’t called Henry.” (The poster identifies the horse as “Zanthus”.)
The song’s lyrics (based on the original poster) detail the evening’s program, which was to occur at Bishopsgate in the following sequence: On Saturday at 5:50 pm the band was to begin playing while Mr. Kite would perform, flying “through the ring“.
Meanwhile, Mr. Henderson would execute ten Somersets, and then perform on the trampoline, “over men and horses, through hoops and over garters”, and “lastly through a hogshead of real fire”. This act would be followed by the Hendersons dancing and singing. Finally, Henry the Horse would dance the waltz.
Radical Stroud thank the GWR for its support for some events
in the commemoration of the General Strike in our locality and region.
This would not have happened without the GWR.
Radical Stroud also thank Stroud Town Council similarly.