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A selection of powerful writing that came out of the year’s tragedies and conflicts.

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I have just spent the last 12 days at a job in a suburb of Preston, Lancashire and although I haven’t been able to explore the city (we’re just too far away), I have been able to explore Preston Cemetery 🙂 Although Preston Cemetery was established in and opened in 1855, the earliest year of a recorded death was 1781. I did search all over for this particular grave but was unsuccessful.

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Preston Cemetery

The cemetery is a 5-8 minute walk away from the house and en-route to the store where we collect the newspaper, so I’ve had plenty of opportunity to visit during my breaks…which have been a tad tricky to arrange, but I’ve deliberately made a plan to get out, even if just for a hour….or on my way to the store 😉

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Preston Cemetery, Lancashire. the newer section at 09:36 in the morning

I initially thought that the section I walked past was it…but one day as I explored farther afield, and wondered at the fact that most of the memorials appeared to be fairly new, I discovered the older, original section….now we’re talking.

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Preston Cemetery, Lancashire – the old section

Oh my gosh, it’s amazing. the Victorians really went all out on their extravagant memorials, some of which are quite simply outlandish…huge and ostentatious; urns, wreaths, broken columns, upside-down torches, obelisks, grieving women

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albeit a later burial; a grieving woman – Preston Cemetery, Lancashire

– many monuments in Victorian cemeteries are pagan rather than Christian, or classical (Roman) or Egyptian.

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Victorian funerary symbols

Victorian graves tended to be much more elaborate than modern graves. It was expected that a middle-class family would spend as much as it could afford on a monument appropriate to the deceased’s (and the family’s) social status. Monuments were usually symbolic – either religious (crosses, angels, the letters IHS, a monogram for Jesus Savior of Man in Greek), symbols of profession (whip and horseshoes for a coach driver, swords for a general, palette for a painter), or symbols of death.

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A wreath decorates the gates of Preston Cemetery

I’ve taken a load of photos of some of the memorials, but you can be sure there is a surfeit of extraordinary plots and memorials to be seen. Many of the memorials are unsurprisingly, but very sadly for babies and children of all ages, from the tiniest infant through to children of 10 and upwards into teens.

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memorials on the newer side

These early deaths are not limited to the Victorians, one memorial I saw was for two babies from the same family who died a few days apart at 3 months and 3.5 months, along with a number of other family members, different times, all young. Oh the tragedy.

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this appears to be a family plot…so many all with the same name; some mere infants

In all my years of exploring cemeteries around the UK, I have never seen so many memorials for infants 😦

Although cemeteries have an air of sadness and desolation about them, they are fascinating places to visit with so many stories of lives lived, some long, many short, others in service to King and Country. Preston Cemetery is also the location for Commonwealth War Graves……too young!!

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Commonwealth War Graves – WW1

These cemeteries are also places of incredible beauty.

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Preston Cemetery, Lancashire

I love the many graveyards and cemeteries I find on my travels around the UK, Preston has certainly been one of my favourites.

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life and death; autumn beauty in a Victorian cemetery

A couple of interesting, albeit gruesome articles about death, dying and cemeteries in Victorian England and London.

http://listverse.com/2015/06/21/10-odd-and-eerie-tales-of-londons-victorian-cemeteries/

https://www.theguardian.com/cities/2015/jan/22/death-city-grisly-secrets-victorian-london-dead

 

 

 

 

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The 1066 story includes the Norman Castle built in Hastings by order of William, Duke of Normandy aka William the Conqueror after the Battle of Hastings….ironically fought at a place now called Battle and not at Hastings per se. So it was vitally important that we visited the castle. After our visit to the East Cliff, it was off on a jaunt across town to see the ruins of the marvellous Hastings Castle on the West Cliff. Heading more or less straight across town, I took her along a route I had used before, a pathway and steps that took us past the blue house and so to the top of the cliff. The architecture and houses along the way are a delight.

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a walk through Hastings from the East Cliff to the West Cliff

We meandered past some marvellous places that set the juices flowing with house-envy and stopped often to admire the view. After a relatively easy walk we reached the top of the cliff and so to the castle.

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the view from West Cliff across Hastings towards East Cliff – thats my sister on the ground 😉

Originally a wooden tower built on top of a man-made mound or motte surrounded by an outer courtyard or bailey, Hastings castle was typical of the Norman motte and baily castle that would become a common fixture across England following the conquest. Subsequent to his victory at the Battle of Hastings, and after being crowned on Christmas Day 1066, William issued orders that Hastings Castle was to be rebuilt in stone.

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the 1066 story and William the Conqueror. Hastings

The ruins we see today are less than half of the original structure that remained after the savage storms of the 13th century when the harbour was destroyed and large parts of the castle fell into the sea. There is enough to leave you in awe of what there once was. It was a mighty fortress that saw the Kings and Queens of Britain visit on many occasions.

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scenes of Hastings Castle. Much of the original castle fell away when the cliffs collapsed

The chapel is in a far better state of repair, so to speak and you can wander and wonder amongst the ruins. I love to just stand still and imagine the scenes of yesteryear with Kings and Queens arriving for once est or another…Knights, Priests, Lords, Ladies, Hand-Maidens, Servants and Serfs…..what a melee it must have been.

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scenes of the ruined chapel at Hastings Castle; The Collegiate Church at St-Mary-in-the-Castle was built in about 1075

One of the things I love most is to run my hand over the stones and flint of these ancient places and try to imagine the person who placed it there….how did they live, where were they from, were they young or old, did they have family…..how long did they live. Because lets face it, I’m pretty certain the builders of these castles probably didn’t have the same privileges our builders of today have! I’d say they probably lived very poorly and were not very well treated by their masters and without doubt the Health and Safety elves hadn’t yet made an appearance!!

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imagine the amount of work that went into this wall….

Hastings Castle is a fascinating part of British history that includes ‘The 1066 Story’. An exciting 20 minute audio-visual programme covering the Conquest and the history of the castle through the centuries can be seen on the premises. The short film is well worth watching as it gives you a better idea of how the castle looked before the cliffs gave way and it vanished never to be seen again…except perhaps in the houses that used the pebbles and stones to rebuild some of the more ‘modern’ places you see today.

There is a small underground dungeon you can visit…..nothing too fearsome – certainly not like some dungeons I have seen in the past, but interesting nevertheless to imagine the people who trod those stairs centuries ago.

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the dungeon….my sister looking a tad trepidatious climbing down the stairs

Although not as impressive as Dover Castle just up the coast and in much better nick, I do enjoy exploring the walls and nooks and crannies of Hastings Castle. I also love the views across the channel. Imagine how awe-inspiring it must have looked to the sailors of yesteryear as they approached the English coastline…..did they come in peace, were they merchantmen intent on trade, or pilgrims seeking a passage to Canterbury, or were they soldiers who quaked in fear of the unknown daunted by the size of the castle,  or were they fearless warriors intent on mischief.

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view across the English Channel towards France

My sister and I meandered, and admired, took hundreds of photos and then before they locked us in for the night we took ourselves off back down to the town.

I love Hastings…it is so quirky with loads of history and amazing houses to photograph. Definitely well deserving of a 9+ for interesting ‘things to see’.

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Hastings – 1066 country with a history that dates back over 950 turbulent years

Then a quick stop for hot jacket potatoes filled with a yummy concotion at the Hot Potato in Queens Road and then into the car and back to Rye….what a great day. I know for sure I’ll visit Hastings again some day.

Along the way we stopped along the Pett Level Road to watch the sunset. Glorious!!

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watching the sunset from Pett Level Road between Winchelsea Beach and Pett Level

For more information on Hastings Castle and the 1066 story

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My sister recently celebrated her birthday in the UK and as a special treat because we had Fiona (my daughter’s car), I drove us down to Hastings for the day; 1066 country. I love Hastings, it’s one of my favourite places to go. I remember my very first trip there a few years ago…I nearly didn’t leave again LOL

We set off right after breakfast and on the way we stopped at a field that looks over Pewis Marsh, most of which covers the ancient medieval town of Winchelsea, largely abandoned in the 15th century. The field contains the remains of the west wall of St John’s Hospital; an almshouse for the poor.

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a day trip to 1066 country on 21 October – celebrating my sister’s birthday

1066 marks a very special year in the history of England and the UK, and it was in fact on the 14 October 1066 that King Harald lost his life at the ‘Battle of 1066’ in an area that is now called Battle.

Reaching Hastings after a fab drive through the country, we started off at the fantastic Hastings Pier; we walked right to the end to admire the view and marvel at the history.

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Hastings Pier. with a remarkable history the pier played a part in the war

From there we walked along the promenade to see the amazing new sculpture installed on the beach in honour of the arrival of the Vikings.

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Norman Long boat sculpture on the beach at Hastings, by Leigh Dyer to mark the 950th anniversary of the Battle of Hastings

After that we meandered along and discovered the little train that takes you from the beach-front to the fishing village/harbour….so it was all aboard and off we went to Rock-A-Nore Station – pay on the train. It was too much fun….we felt like kids again!!

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a train ride to Rock-A-Nore Station, Hastings

Then it was back down to earth and a meander through town…we were planning on looking for the ‘Piece of Cheese Cottage’ and stumbled upon it quite by accident.

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The Piece of Cheese Cottage, Hastings

The architecture in Hastings is too twee and quaint for words and we had such an amazing few hours just ambling about photographing every last detail.

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Hastings architecture

By now we were in dire need of a sit down and refreshments so stopped off at the nearest pub where we made ourselves comfortable in two old armchairs.

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time for a bit of R&R

After that we headed over to the fishing village where we visited the Fishermens Museum …a marvellous collection of nautical artefacts and a fabulous old ship lodge comfortably together.

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the delightful fishing village in the old harbour

We ambled about admiring the collection and then climbed the stairs to reach the deck of the Enterprise RX278.

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The RX278 Enterprise – lodges comfortably now in the Fishermens Museum

The fabulous Fishermens Museum

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the Fishermens Museum – located inside a church built on the Stade in 1852, which fell out of use after the Second World War.

The funicular to the top of the East Cliff enticed us and before too long we were on our way to the top. The United Kingdom’s steepest funicular railway is not only a structure of national importance but also a source of immense local pride.
The East Hill Lift provides access to Hastings Country Park which overlooks the Old Town and Rock-a-Nore.

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taking the cable car to the top of the east cliffs at Hastings

As we were about to step out the cable car the attendant said to my sister “there go the Russian ships” – my sister was like “yeah right!!” but ohmygosh….yes it was indeed the Russian Navy enroute to Syria using our waters to get there. Very provocative. I knew they were due to sail past the English coast round about that time, but didn’t expect to actually see them. We spent some time enthralled in conspiracy theories.

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the view from the East Cliff across Hastings Old Town – you can see the pier in the distance

Then it was off on a jaunt across Hastings Old Town to see the ruins of the marvellous Hastings Castle on the West Cliff.

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a map of Hastings Old Town & The Stade

Part 2 of a day trip to Hastings – follows Sunday 27th at 19:10

 

 

 

 

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I’ve lived in Broadstairs for just over two years now. With a number of connections to this famous author, Broadstairs has much to offer the Charles Dickens fan….including myself. However, as so often happens in life, when something is on your doorstep you tend to ‘put it off till another time’.  So since I have an impending move to Ramsgate in my stars…I decided to visit the Dickens House Museum BEFORE I move elsewhere.

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David Copperfield – Dickens House Museum, Broadstairs

Charles Dickens lived in Broadstairs at many different stages of his life and a number of his books were either written here or inspired by characters in the area. He also, by all accounts, manage to live at quite a few different addresses in the area….a bit like me LOL However, although known as Dickens House Museum, Charles didn’t actually live in the house. It was in fact once the home of a friend; Miss Mary Pearson on whom he based much of the character of Miss Betsy Trotwood, David Copperfield’s great-aunt.

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Dickens House Museum, Broadstairs

Stepping over the threshold into the museum is like stepping back in time to another era, you almost expect Dickens to come slowly down the stairs, book in hand.

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Dickens’ Sideboard

Lovingly restored, with objects and furniture from that era, the house is filled with some items wonderful pieces from a wedding dress to the tiniest pieces of jewellery.

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a Victorian wedding dress, Victorian sewing items, various objects d’art and a collection of photos depicting houses associated with Dickens and a scene from the front room

You can see a copy of his will, his sideboard, and a fascinating collection of photos of properties related to Dickens.

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Betsy Trotwood’s Parlour, Dickens House Museum

A reconstruction of Betsy Trotwood’s Parlour as described by Dickens in chapter 15 of David Copperfield.

The reconstructed nursery is utterly charming; you can almost hear the laughter of the children.

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The nursery

The Dickens House Museum is located just a few yards from the Victorian Promenade that runs along the clifftop looking out over Viking Bay and Broadstairs Beach.

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a view of the bay from the cliff top

Broadstairs is a quintessential British seaside town with so much to offer, from ice-cream parlours, tea-shops, museums, Bleak House (where Dickens actually lived) a marvellous hotel, antique shops, artisan bakeries, a plethora of restaurants and some wonderful seaside town souvenir shops where you can buy buckets and spades.

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a delightful seaside shop in Broadstairs

Come visit sometime 😉

p.s. we also have many typical High Street shops and charities

You can reach Broadstairs by train from St Pancras Station via Ashford or Victoria Station via Rochester from London.

 

 

 

 

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On my many Camino practice walks during this year I had occasion to walk along the clifftop between Ramsgate and Broadstairs and although I see the signs pointing to the Italian castle, I usually ignore it since my walks are usually quite focused and I don’t divert from my path.

But a few weeks ago while on a leisurely stroll I decided to heed the sign and headed off into the trees. I had no idea what to expect, but to my absolute delight I discovered a hidden gem of Ramsgate; The Italianate Greenhouse.

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Italianate Greenhouse, King George VI Memorial Park, Ramsgate – a hidden gem

Stepping out of the trees, there before me was a totally unexpected sight; an ethereal-looking greenhouse that dates from the 19th century and appears to grow out of the castellated red-brick wall behind it. Erected in the grounds of East Cliff Lodge in 1832 by Sir Moses Montefiore (1784-1885) who saw the structure in an auction catalogue and bought it, it was originally part of Bretton Hall in Yorkshire.

Constructed of cast iron curving ribs, the greenhouse is covered with fish-scale glass panes. Not very big, it houses an amazing collection of plants, of which the rather marvellous grapevine is certainly an attraction!!

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the rather marvellous grapevine

The Greenhouse was recently the focus of attention when one of the Mexican Agave plants, after reaching 30ft bloomed for the first time. Apparently this only happens once every 100 years, so as you can imagine folks visited from far and wide to see this extraordinary event.

On the day of my visit, things were a little calmer and besides a family of 5 enjoying afternoon tea in the weakening sunshine, and a volunteer who was trimming the grass edges, I was quite alone to explore and enjoy. The garden is a delight.

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Italianate Greenhouse and garden at Ramsgate

 

The Greenhouse is a Grade II* listed building and opens at certain times of the year, mostly in summer, for viewing and a chance to relax in the Tea Garden. For more information visit http://new.italianateglasshouse.co.uk/ The area through which you can reach the greenhouse is now known as King George VI Memorial Park.

The volunteers on site were very friendly and helpful and gave me an impromptu guided tour 😉

How to get there:

Access to the greenhouse and park is from either Montefiore Avenue or on the sea-side from Victoria Parade. It’s 50 meters away from the Montefiore Avenue entrance and a short stroll across the park from Victoria Parade.

The Tea Garden is open on fine weather summer days from approx 10.30am Tuesday to Sunday and Bank Holidays. The Greenhouse is open between 9am – 5pm weekdays from 1 April to 30 September. Enquiries: 07868722060.

 

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How exciting…..I have now added Lancashire to the list of counties I have visited in the UK.  Slowly but surely I am getting there….in the not too distant future I will have visited all the counties in England at least 😉

I started this job on Wednesday this week and after a VERY early morning start from Broadstairs

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Broadstairs 07:11 on 16th November

and three train changes I was on my way up nooooth!!  The landscape from the train is just stunning. We whizzed along past towns and cities, briefly glimpsed as the train rushed by. There’s something quite thrilling about high-speed train travel…

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My view from the train….stunning scenery and a rainbow

The further north we travelled, the more beautiful the landscape got….the autumnal colours are astounding; richer, brighter colours that made me want to stop the train so I could take photos; rich red, burnt orange, vibrant yellow and crispy brown all paint a bright palette against the evergreens. I was lucky enough to glimpse a rainbow too!!

As we drew nearer to Preston (my destination) we crossed over a river!!! Absolutely stunning. Unfortunately I was just too slow with my camera to capture it. I will have to investigate…can’t let a river go by and not explore!

Preston Station is a relic of those marvellous Victorians who created so many beautiful structures, structures that have stood the test of time and continue to amaze us still today. Welcome to Lancashire!

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Welcome to Lancashire

I hopped into a taxi and hoped it would head towards the river, but no, to my intense disappointment we are miles away from the centre of Preston 😦 in a suburb called Ribbleton; a seemingly purpose-built town that’s been absorbed into the fabric of the city and now features as a suburb; Ribbleton was a civil parish from 1866 until 1 April 1934 at which time it was absorbed into the County Borough. According to wikipedia, Ribbleton has a library, a number of shops, a pub, post offices and schools. Whoaaaa….I’m definitely going to be exploring that then #not!!! LOL Oh well.

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Preston station, Lancashire

My assignment is a double-up with a second Carer and since the notes from the agency said that the Carer can leave the house for their breaks, I thought (mistakenly) that I would be able to hop on a bus and go explore the city centre…but no, the outgoing carer said we can’t leave for more than an hour!! ffs. It really annoys me when I get fed misinformation.

I do believe that the house is near to the Preston Cemetery, so at least I can get to check that out. The cemetery opened July 2nd, in 1855 and according to their website there are 60,108 people interred there with 14,458 gravestones and 3816 different surnames. The earliest year of death is 1781, with the first interment being one: Elizabeth Frances Christian. I did a bit of research on surnames just for fun and although I found a few ‘Eves’ I didn’t find any ‘Eve’ surnames, so I’m guessing we didn’t head this way then…..

I had occasion to step out yesterday to buy the paper for M’Lady and walked past the cemetery….the trees look amazing

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Autumn colours in the cemetery

So if I am to explore Preston and see the city it will have to be within the two hours before I leave the city. What a shame. Meanwhile with a bit of research I have discovered the following:

Preston is the birthplace of Teetotalism and the Temperance Founder one Edward Grubb; The Last Survivor of that Heroic Band of Preston Pioneer Advocates by Whose Devoted and Self-Sacrificing Labours the TEETOTAL REFORM was extended from a Local to a National and World-Wide Movement. You can read a little more about Edward Grubb here.

Preston obtained city status in 2002, becoming England’s 50th city in the 50th year of Queen Elizabeth II’s reign.  Located on the north band of the River Ribble that runs through North Yorkshire and Lancashire, the Angles established Preston; its name is derived from the Old English meaning “priest’s settlement”.  In the 1086 Domesday Book it is recorded as “Prestune”. Needless to say the Romans have been here….and during that period Roman roads passed close to what is now the centre of Preston. The Romans built some amazing roads during their tenure, one of which ran from Luguvalium (Carlisle) to Mamucium (Manchester) and crossed the River Ribble at Walton-le-Dale, 3⁄4 mile (1 km) southeast of the centre of the city.

So, in summary, I’m dying to get out and explore!!! But when?  Urgh. The joys of my job.

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Since moving to Broadstairs, and as part of my ongoing venture; in the footsteps of Geoffrey Chaucer and my Canterbury tales, I have wanted to visit Gravesend. Last week I had the opportunity.
From what I have seen of Chaucer’s apparent route, although he did stop at Dartford, he didn’t stop at Gravesend, but it was close enough for me…..

Although recorded as Graveham in the Domesday Book of 1086, its earliest known historical record, its name probably derives from “graaf-ham”: the home of the reeve or bailiff of the lord of the manor.
A variation, Graveshend, can be seen in a court record of 1422, attributed to where the graves ended after the Black Death.

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…..where the graves end. Cemeteries I have visited around the UK

An ancient town in n-w Kent, Gravesend has a strategic position on the Thames and as such has played an important role in the maritime history of the country and London.
Besides the more modern aspects of its history, stone-age implements have been found in the area, there is evidence of an Iron Age settlement, and extensive Roman remains have been found. Gravesend lies just north of the old Roman road, now called Watling Street that connected London with the Kent coast. The Domesday Book recorded fisheries, hythes and mills in the area.
I usually do some research before visiting a new place, to see what’s of interest in the area. Sometimes I might actually try to determine the location of such places, but mostly I just head in and around and stumble upon the treasures quite by accident. However there was once place I definitely wanted to see: Milton Chantry, one of the oldest remaining buildings in Gravesend. On my meanderings I inadvertently managed to visit quite a few famous sites.
I left the station and headed along Stone Street and into Princes Street towards the river front and on the way I happened upon the Parish Church of St George and the statue of Pocahontas.

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Princess Pocahontas died at Gravesend in 1617

Princess Pocahontas – In 1616, after being presented to English society at the Court of St James as an example of the “civilized savage”, she became something of a celebrity, was elegantly fêted, and attended a masque at Whitehall Palace. In 1617, she and her husband John Rolfe and son Thomas set sail from London headed for Virginia USA. She became ill on the way and died at Gravesend of unknown causes. Buried in the Parish church of St George in Gravesend, the original location of her grave was under the church’s chancel. Since that church burnt down in 1727 the exact location of her grave is now unknown. As part of my exploration this was my first ‘port of call’ 😉
This statue was presented to the British people in 1958 by the Governor of Virginia as a gift; a gesture prompted by Queen Elizabeth’s visit to the USA in 1957.

Delighted to have discovered this, I continued on my way towards the river. Just past The Rum Puncheon pub I followed a narrow lane that opened up to the river! Just across from me was a huge tanker offloading at Tilbury. Wow.

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view across the River Thames from Gravesend to Tilbury

I stopped to find out more about the Gravesend Ferries and then continued on my way towards the Town Pier; the oldest surviving cast iron pier in the world and a Grade II* listed building. Between 1835 and 1842 over 3 million passengers were served. Around 1900, the pier fell into disuse and in 2000 the site was restored with funding from various organisations. It’s a beautiful structure and quite photogenic.

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Gravesend – Town Pier

Located right next door on Town Pier Square is the oldest pub in Gravesend; The Three Daws, an historic riverside inn dating back to the early 1500’s it is steeped with tales of hauntings, smugglers and Press Gangs. Converted from 5 traditional styled wood fronted cottages, the general structure is older than its history as a Thames tavern. Opened in 1565 during Elizabeth I’s reign, it was originally named as ‘Three Cornish Chough’s and renamed The Three Daws in 1745, large sailing merchant ships used to anchor off on returning from long overseas voyages or while awaiting supplies and a fair wind.
Located at the foot of the old High Street and the river edge, this pub has for centuries been the haunt of smugglers and raided by the old naval press gangs.

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The Three Daws, Gravesend

One of the oldest taverns in the country, it’s older than Shakespeare’s house, older than many well-known ancient buildings, The Three Daws is almost 450 years old.
Obviously I had to step in and inspect this ancient site. Unfortunately I didn’t see any ghosts 😉

From there I continued along the walkway along the riverside where I came to the Elizabeth Gardens; a small green space overlooking the river, it’s main feature a memorial commemorating those around the world who served alongside Britain in all conflicts 1914-2014. This memorial is topped by a beautiful statue of Squadron Leader Mahinder Singh Pujji DFC.

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Elizabeth Garden – Mahinder Singh Pujji DFC

Continuing on my way I walked along Royal Pier Road where I found what looked like a church. It is the St Andrews Art Centre and Gallery alongside The Mission House, a rather fine Georgian building.

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scenes of Gravesend’s history

I was ambling along having just photographed a row of ships anchors when I happened to look over the wall and saw the remains of the Gravesend Blockhouse; a Tudor Fort: built in 1543 by command of Henry VIII on the river front. Just wow. I didn’t know about that!

Just along the road, overlooking the river is the rather fine looking The Clarendon Royal Hotel. The main building dates from 1665, originally built as a residence when the Duke of York, later James II was appointed to the post of the Lord High Admiral.

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Royal Clarendon Hotel, Gravesend

I continued on my way and came upon the Royal Terrace Pier. Built in 1844, the prefix ‘Royal’ was added in honour of Princess Alexandra of Denmark who landed at Gravesend on her way to marry Edward, Prince of Wales, who later became King Edward VIII. Now part of the Port of London Authority’s main operations, public access is limited but I did get to see the rather marvellous sculpture of Poseidon; sculptor Sean Price, that stands out front.

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Port of London Authority and Custom House Gravesend

I then headed up Royal Pier Road towards The Terrace and turning left, on my way I passed the Old Customs House and right next door saw what I thought was a park…..I had in fact stumbled quite by accident, upon the New Tavern Fort and Milton Chantry.

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Bandstand in New Tavern Fort

Milton Chantry, built c1320. Re-founded as a chapel in 1320/21 on what was the site of a former leper hospital founded in 1189. I had heard about this being the oldest building in Gravesend and had added it to my list of things to see in Gravesend but when I asked where it was, I just got a shake of the head…..then as I neared the New Tavern Fort voila, there it was.

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Milton Chantry, Gravesend

Built circa 1320 it is now mainly encased in a 19th century exterior, but still has its 14th century timber roof. Unfortunately it was all closed up so I couldn’t go in. http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/milton-chantry/
New Tavern Fort: wow, right up my alley so to speak.

New Tavern Fort, Gravesend

New Tavern Fort, Gravesend

This fantastic site, part of a military presence established in the town in 1862, sported any number of awesome and fearsome looking guns pointing out over the river. Gravesend is/was located in a very strategic position on the River Thames and as such has come under attack any number of times. I had a most enjoyable time clambering about and viewing the different guns, from different ages.

New Tavern Fort, Gravesend

New Tavern Fort, Gravesend

Afterwards and in the waning light, despite the freezing cold I strolled along the promenade enjoying the scenes of the river, the sunset colours on the horizon and watching an old man feeding the seagulls that shrieked, fought and squawked over the food he was offering.

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Promenade, Gravesend

Making my way back to the town centre I visited the famous clock tower; Gravesend Clock Tower – okay this was easy to find, but to my dismay it was covered with scaffolding…..which is of course a good thing since that means it is being preserved, but obviously I couldn’t get a decent photo of it, so I’ve borrowed one off Wikipedia. The clock tower, dedicated to Queen Victoria to commemorate the 50th year of her reign, was erected by public subscription and the foundation stone laid on 6 September 1887.
From there I made my way back along Milton Road to King Street and then to the High Street to see the Heritage Quarter.

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Clock Tower at Gravesend and various scenes around town

Gravesend has one of the oldest surviving markets in the country; the earliest charter granted by Henry III, dates from 1268. Gravesend was sacked and burned by the Castilian fleet in 1380, and in 1401 a Royal Charter was granted that allowed the men of the town to operate boats between the town and London; the Long Ferry became the preferred form of passage….travel by road between London and Gravesend was perilous due to highwaymen.

Gravesend Heritage Quarter

Gravesend Heritage Quarter

In 1840 there were 17 coaches per day setting down and picking up passengers travelling between London, Canterbury, Dover and Faversham.

As I was walking down the High Street and photographing the buildings, I saw to my utter amazement the quite surrealistic sight of a huge tanker sailing past!!! As you can well imagine I ran down to the riverside to see this amazing sight.

Gravesend Heritage Quarter

a tanker sails by at the end of High Street..quite surrealistic

Of course it was well on its way by the time I got there, so instead I ambled along the pier to take a more close up pic of the gorgeous red boat moored alongside and then since I was there I popped into The Three Daws again…just in case I might see a ghost….

Gravesend and the River Thames

Gravesend and the River Thames

Talking of ghosts, as well as the link to Princess Pocahontas, Gravesend can boast links to a number of famous and well-known persons in its turbulent history. Although I didn’t get to visit any other sites with links to famous people, there are a number of names you would probably recognise:
Samuel Pepys – records having stopped off at Gravesend in 1650 en-route to the Royal Dockyards at Chatham.
Charles Dickens – found inspiration for the Pickwick Papers here, and lived at Cobham. In David Copperfield Mr. Peggotty, Ham and the Micawbers say their goodbyes and sail away from Gravesend to begin a new life in Australia.
Sir Edwin Arnold (1832–1904), English poet and journalist, whose most prominent work as a poet was The Light of Asia (1879)
Major-General Charles Gordon (1833–1885), lived in the town during the construction of the Thames forts…although I did get to visit the forts I don’t know where he lived.
I was delighted to discover that Gravesend is twinned with four foreign towns:
flag_of_france-svg Cambrai, France
flag_of_the_united_states-svg Chesterfield, Virginia, United States
125px-flag_of_germany-svgNeumünster, Germany
flag_of_australia_converted-svgBrunswick, Victoria, Australia

Finally I conceded that it was now too dark to explore any further and certainly too dark for photos so I made my way to the station. But first a drink to warm me up. I popped in at Costa for a hot chocolate to go. The contrast between outdoors and indoors was so marked that my glasses misted up LOL

Gravesend and the River Thames

Gravesend

And so goodbye to Gravesend. I’ll probably visit again in the summer. I love the Thames and there are areas further downstream that I’d like to explore.

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It’s difficult to comprehend that someone who ran his campaign on the ‘values’ of misogyny, hate, fear-mongering, Islamophobia, racism, insidious homophobia, the mocking of disabled people and prisoners of war, with threats to deport people and the determination to build a wall between the USA and Mexico, never mind his views on women, could actually win the US Presidential election. But win he did!!

I’m guessing that besides much of America waking up on Wednesday to what has been a seismic shift in American politics, many Heads of Countries, never mind just ordinary people around the world are shaking their heads in disbelief!

My reaction when I woke on Wednesday morning to the news that Donald Trump was the new President-elect was one of wtf????? Has America gone mad…well half of America anyway! It must be a joke.

Because whatever the USA decides to do affects the UK, I and my family watched the (not so) Presidential race with amazement, trepidation and frankly disbelief. What I find incomprehensible, and it happens here in the UK too, is the mud-slinging. The defamation, the attempts to blacken the name of their opponent, the so-called skeletons that are dragged out the cupboard and flung about left, right and centre, the name-calling and bickering….all in the name of a ‘Presidential’ race? There’s nothing presidential about that at all. It’s horrendous.

What sort of example are these people setting for future generations. Young people who may want to run for the position of President of the United States one day? What sort of message does the constant nastiness and ugliness and name-calling and slander say to the children of the future about the values and behaviour of how adults should behave…most especially in as important a position as POTUS. The leader of the free-world should be setting an example of what it is to be a President. At the moment it’s not a very pretty picture.

I’m not a fan of Hillary Clinton, even though she is a woman, and it would be great to have a woman in the position of POTUS. I find her quite cold. From the perspective of qualifications, she was imminently qualified….especially in comparison to Trump. However, and this seems to have been the crux of the matter in many cases…she is part of the ‘establishment’. She is of a political family. She is the wife of a previous President who not only displayed very un-Presidential behaviour but was very nearly impeached and fired from his job as POTUS. So if people were sceptical of her values, that could be understood. Then we have the deleted emails and the whopping ‘scandal’ that questioned why she had her ‘work’ emails on her home server. Frankly I would have thought that was not allowed, but perhaps she felt they would be safer since apparently the Russians have and do hack into the Government servers. I have no idea if that’s true, but if we read it on the internet….well then it must be!! #not But what left me uneasy is, why did she have to delete her emails? What’s to hide? In comparison to the stuff we heard about the Trumpet, Hillary was a clean slate….or not? So yes, a woman in office would be great, but surely you would want someone who is unimpeachable……

With Hillary as President, I’m guessing it would have been ‘business as usual’. Since Wednesday I have read many, many articles (I’ve shared a few below) written by people, namely women who voted for Trump. While I’m still trying to wrap my head around that, realistically I know that of course women must have voted for him…he’s now the President-elect. But it was the why that interested me. Despite being women, one lady is not only an immigrant but she’s also a Muslim….yet she voted FOR Trump. In my mind that speaks volumes. Now please bear in mind that these are educated women, not the redneck, hilly-billy types or KKK members that people love to paint a picture of, but well educated intelligent women AND THEY VOTED FOR TRUMP!!!

I can fully understand the mindset of people who simply did not want another ‘establishment’ political figure to lead the country. They wanted someone to listen, to hear their concerns, to say they will do something to make their lives better, to pay attention to their pain, and DT did that. Even if it’s most likely to be a lie. He said what people wanted to hear. I read a comment on Facebook by someone who said they would rather have a failed businessman, someone who confessed on TV that he didn’t pay taxes, someone who lied and cheated and treated women as lesser than…..than to have someone who was of the political elite. It seems a lot of other people felt the same way.

Weirdly though, Trump is of the elite, the super wealthy, the establishment….he sold himself as one of the people. Hillary just did not do that.

As for the Trumpet….well, just wow. I can’t recall anyone besides Farage who is so nasty, with such ugly values, with blatant racist views. There are so many instances on live TV that listening to him you could only gasp in horror and shake your head in wonder at the people that cheered and raved and appeared to admire him. I felt dirty every time I listened to him speak. Watching the crowd, I began to have serious doubts about the mindset of Americans as a whole. The not so United State of America.

Ever since the band-wagon started to roll, and as the days and months have rolled by we have been treated to this abuse on a daily basis, one thing after the other from one party or the other. People calling for Hillary to be jailed. People calling for Trump to be jailed. One side or the other making threats, abusing people who didn’t fit with their model of the world, who didn’t agree with what their preferred candidate had to say. One by one I unfriended Trump supporters from my Facebook ‘friends’ list. I didn’t like their rhetoric. I didn’t like his rhetoric. I didn’t want to be associated with people who could support someone with so many nasty beliefs. Much like with our UK Brexit we were fed mostly the nasty side of life, the half-truths, the lies, the half-baked promises and the outlandish. That Farage is a cohort and champion of Trump doesn’t surprise me in the least….you know…..birds of a feather!

In contrast, the people on my Facebook friends list who supported Hillary were of a completely different calibre.  Instead they were concerned, they lauded her values, the positive contributions she had made to society, the groups she had championed. Their attitude was of such a softer and more pleasant disposition, that it was hard to not like the person they supported. I read some really lovely comments about Hillary that I almost quite liked her myself. None of the nasty rhetoric, the slandering, the spite and aggression that came from the Trump supporters (please note, I do realise that not everyone is like that!). But despite all that nearly half of registered American voters VOTED FOR TRUMP!!!

What we saw very little of (read media manipulation) were the good TV interviews, the nice comments and very little by way of actual policies that the two candidates would promote if they won the office of President of the United States.

So waking up on Wednesday I was totally shocked to learn that Trump had actually won.  I spent a few days just shaking my head….trying to understand why? I read as many articles by as many people as I possibly could, from both sides of the spectrum, trying to gain some insight into why and how this had come about.

I recently read this article and truly it amazed me and made me realise that folks in America just did not want ‘business as usual’ despite Trump’s rhetoric, some people were prepared to take the risk. Brave lady.

Then I read another blog post that spelled it out: “Trump seems to have appealed to the disenfranchised, the frustrated, and the many Americans who were disillusioned with an ailing economy, job losses, tales of corruption and a distant political establishment that Hillary appeared to represent.” And that seems to be the nutshell of it; despite his nasty rhetoric. The people of American like the people of the UK (those that voted) did not want ‘business as usual’. They used their voices and they VOTED FOR TRUMP! Just like we voted for Brexit. Okay now I realise that not everyone voted for Trump and not everyone vote to Leave the EU, but that’s the way the vote went. Granted by a small margin…but…..

Then I read this….. http://www.npr.org/2016/11/09/501451368/here-is-what-donald-trump-wants-to-do-in-his-first-100-days and frankly just wow, you can’t argue with much of that! If that is what Americans voted for, then I guess for at least half the population they made the right choice. The question now is? Will he actually be able to do all that he says? Clearing the swamp (as he calls it) is going to require getting rid of people in their Senate and Congress…mostly made up of rich, white families with vested interests in, and I quote what he said: “corrupting influence of special interests on our politics.” A lot of what he ‘plans’ to do is great, makes good sense (not all of it mind – the wall between USA and Mexico is abhorrent to me), and I’m guessing that before too long Trump is going to find out just exactly what it is that US Presidents are up against in the Senate. Much like Obama did. According to Trump’s 100 day plan it is NOT going to be business as usual. Interesting to see that he plans to withdraw from TTIP! Good luck to him. Let’s wait and see how much he actually manages to get done. Mind you he has a lot of experience in saying “you’re fired”. So perhaps he will thin out the corruption and make way for people who are more invested in the interests of the country than in their own personal fortunes. Although from what I’ve read about Trump, that is a contradiction in terms.

So where will it all end…..well I guess we’ll find out in the next 100 days and then the 3.5 years after that. If we haven’t, as some people predict, been blown to hell by then.

I listened to his acceptance speech and thought wow, what a turn around, no rhetoric, no slander…just pleasant you know. My daughter reminded me it was probably scripted.

I thought Hillary’s concession speech was nice. But reading the articles that speak out against her and her policies, I’m left wondering what it is that I’ve missed. I’m keenly interested in Politics and read quite a lot of Political magazines, and I know that in her position as Secretary of State she’s had to make some really hard decisions, but I’ve never, beyond the email issues gotten the sense that she’s evil and more manipulative than what she has to be in her position. She’s raised a strong, beautiful daughter. She stood by her husband through thick and thin. She’s worked well with Obama and for America. But somehow, millions of Americans revile her, some going as far as saying that if she had been elected, she would have started WW3! What have I missed?

One of my American Facebook friends wrote an open letter to Hillary Clinton that I thought was lovely (she said I could share it here…anonymously of course):

“Dear Mrs. Clinton,
I thank you for the service which you have given to our country. You have worked tirelessly many of your years for women, for children and for everyone who needed you. I can never forget being so afraid in New York after the attack in the World Trade Center, it was a comfort seeing you walking with Mr. Giuliani at ground zero (he forgot, but I did not). You were a comfort to the families who lost loved ones in the horrible event.
Being one of the many women who have blazed a path for others to follow, your tenure has been seeped with much controversy and negativity and yet you soldiered on working relentlessly, doing your part to keep the issues of women, children, the working class and the poor at the forefront. You have not lost, you have created a legacy that all women can be proud of. One day, I will tell my little grand daughter of the women who have come before her to make sure the she lives life to her full potential and I will tell her about you.
The curtain has closed for you on the political arena. This may be a blessing in disguise. Go and give to your family, your husband, your daughter, grandchildren, and friends what you have given to us. I am sure they will love to not share you with the public, for once. May God bless you and give you peace.”

And then there’s this: It’s going to be okay?  Probably about the most balanced comment yet on the whole sorry mess. I used to look to America as the land of the brave and free, as a country that had strong, powerful values. My daughter once wanted to emigrate there. I’m really glad she didn’t.

So like I said on my Facebook update on Wednesday 9th… Dear America. Commiserations.

Frankly, my personal opinion is that a lot people have lost sight of real wholesome values, both there and here and pretty much in many societies as we know them. I know each decade has it’s rebellious groups, it’s hate talk, it’s fight against the system, but, this is the era of trolls, of Rap lyrics that talk about fucking, and pimping, of reducing women to nothing more than trash; homies and bitches, of sucking dicks, of ‘going down’ (we know what that means), of killing, of getting your head blown and knifing, and shooting. An era of glorifying rape, drugs, drunkenness and shooting; mass shootings on an unprecedented scale. The era of chasing wealth regardless of who it affects, the Kardashians, of Kanye West, Big Brother and Celebrity Big Brother and all the nastiness that entails. The era of social media, of sharing naked pictures, pictures of killing, of trashing and mocking and persuading people to kill themselves. It appears that this has worked it’s way into the mindset of society, and as a result…..the vile, putrefying rhetoric that Donald Trump has spouted on his campaign trail looks normal.

Trump has opened a Pandora’s Box of everything that’s negative about society. The thin skin of self-restraint that governs the behaviour of our society, that keeps most people on the path of moral behaviour has been pierced. His words and actions, similar to some people here in the UK, have sliced open the very thin veil of control that governs society on the whole, allowing those who are not governed by restraint and self-respect to vent their vile behaviours and believe it’s okay to abuse other people whether white, black, gay, immigrant or anyone that doesn’t fit their model of the world.

And then we have the Evangelical nutters!! One of the people I USED to follow posted this on the day: What a HISTORIC EVENT!! God Bless Donald J Trump our new President. America you will be great again!! This was prophesied by many prophets and apostolic mothers and fathers over a year ago! I’m in agreement with heaven!! Come Holy Spirit!! Yes God I’m in agreement!!

Really????? I have no problem with people expressing joy at their candidate winning, after all, each to his own….but to attach that to a prophesy and say that God had anything to do with getting Trump elected….is just astounding.

She went on to say: Walk in hope, not fear! Walk in love, not hatred. May we come together in beautiful unity and may our diversity shine in harmony!!  Hopefully that that will be the way forward and people will indeed be able to come together in unity.

How will this new President pan out. Will he keep to his promises (hopefully many of them he won’t), or even be able to get them through Congress. I have no idea of who he is beyond what he has shown himself to be in open company, on T.V. and for all the world to see and hear.

All I can say is that the hope and light and gentleness, grace and elegance, of decent values and beliefs, of gentle humour, kindness, humanity and charity that Barack Obama and his family brought to the White House will most likely not be seen again…..certainly not for this term anyway.

Yes, I left the ‘s’ off of the word States in the header on purpose, coz from the outside looking in, it seems that your country has become severed at the seams.

And hopefully you’ll be able to put the ‘United’ back into the ‘United States of America’. As has been said; “if you’re not happy with the result, then get up and do something about it.” But please, please don’t allow the homophobic, racist, misogynistic, bigoted, Islamophobic, pussy-grabbing person that’s been elected as your President define your country or your values.

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choose love over hate

Good luck….oh and p.s. can someone please hide the nuclear buttons?

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One of the things I love about this country that I adopted as my home, is their tradition of Remembrance. 11 November is woven into the very fabric of the country, her citizens and her traditions.

It was my honour and privilege in 2014 to help plant some of the hundreds of thousands of poppies in the moat at the Tower of London…each poppy planted a representation of the lives that were lost during that fateful war. The war towards which young men marched off so bravely to defend their home and country….to fight for the freedoms we enjoy today.

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Armistice Day – Tower Poppies on 11/11/2014 – We will Remember Them

I was honoured to have the opportunity to attend the event at the Tower of London on 11.11.2014 when the final poppy was planted and the final Roll of Honour was read.

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We Will Remember Them 11.11.2014 – the very emotional event at the Tower of London

It is fitting and quite right that they should be remembered. I have in the past joined the thousands of people who congregate at the Cenotaph on Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday (the 2nd Sunday of November), a experience to touching and so emotional it’s hard to describe. A time when we remember not only the fallen and those who have since passed on, but also to celebrate those who have fought in more current wars around the globe, who are now fighting a different kind of war….the cheers are deafening.

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Remembrance Sunday 09.11.2014

As a South African citizen far south of the equator we were vaguely aware of these events, but the clouds of war didn’t hang so heavy over our heads as they did the people who had participated and now lived in SA. I don’t recall ever, especially after we became a Republic, seeing or attending any events related to the two World Wars. My Grandfather used to take my sister and I to the Imperial War Museum in Johannesburg where we clambered over the tanks, planes…my favourite the Spitfire, and various other WW1&2 relics. When I was about 17 he gave me some of his medals (sadly they were since stolen by the natural citizens of SA) and that really was about as much as it touched my life…until I came to the UK.

I know there is some argument for leaving the past in the past, but if we don’t remember the events of the past how can we make sure they don’t happen again in the future.

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow…. John McRae May 1915

During the early days of the Second Battle of Ypres a young Canadian artillery officer, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, was killed on 2nd May, 1915 in the gun positions near Ypres. An exploding German artillery shell landed near him. He was serving in the same Canadian artillery unit as a friend of his, the Canadian military doctor and artillery commander Major John McCrae.
As the brigade doctor, John McCrae was asked to conduct the burial service for Alexis because the chaplain had been called away somewhere else on duty that evening. It is believed that later that evening, after the burial, John began the draft for his now famous poem “In Flanders Fields”.

So, yes I buy my poppy each year, I attend the events at Whitehall when I can and I too Remember them….they deserve to be remembered.

They fought for my freedom.

They fought for our freedom.

At the going down of the sun, we shall remember them

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11.11.2014 at the going down of the sun…..

Update: 11/11 – I just came across this article and thought it worthy of sharing in remembrance of the lady behind the story of the poppy…it’s so poignant!!

Moina Michael: “The Poppy Lady”

http://www.greatwar.co.uk/article/remembrance-poppy.htm

 

 

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