Whistle for the Somme, Rodborough Churchyard, 1.7.16
Sunlight flashed across the churchyard yew trees As the whistle blew at half past seven, Children scattered poppies in the rain soaked grass (Who can forget the innocence of Mrs Yolland’s reception classes, Twenty years ago and more at Rodborough School: ‘I can run...
The Unknown Army: Mutinies In The British Army In World War One
By Gloden Dallas and Douglas Gill The authors make the introductory point that the early 20th century British army was still almost Wellingtonian, despite some reforms: ‘I daresay it is snobbish to say so, but the fact remains that men will follow a gentleman much...
The Somme and Stroud and Conscientious Objectors: Echo Chamber at the Brunel Goods Shed
Also see: Echo chamber: Voices of conscience Look Again: Echo Chamber ECHO CHAMBER SVA Goods Shed, Stroud Railway Station Saturday 19 March, 10am to 4pm ‘War…conscience…protest. How do we navigate all the stuff that’s happening today? Forgotten voices...
Songs of Christmas Past
One damp, December afternoon, I biked out through Stroud’s featureless streets, Out along the Slad Valley to Bull’s Cross: Past pollarded willow trees all along the road, Past well wrapped farmers stacking logs in a dripping coppice, Past chapels turned to...
Christmas 1914
Christmas 1914 There was, of course, more than one football match In the long line of unofficial truces That stretched all along the front in Flanders; Indeed, the matches themselves were a sort of climax, Punctuating the peace that started before Christmas With...
Refugees and Remembrance
The November twilight ebbs away It is the same old ludic Time as ever. But a dead thing is grasped by my hand, A queer sardonic bi-valve – I pull it from the common’s rough track To place in my museum at home. Droll fossil, what on earth can you know Of national...



