by Ashley Roden | Sep 5, 2008 | Stories
These things seem unconnected yet they sort of happened at about the same time, as always with Bill things sort of happened. Working in my garden one sunny afternoon the old Landrover chugged up, and with what sounded like a big sigh of relief the chugging stopped,...
by Ashley Roden | Aug 22, 2008 | Stories
During that beautiful sunny summer in the early days of the War, the Welsh Guards had the pleasant duty of providing the guards for the Royal Family, whilst they enjoyed their summer break at their Sandringham Home, in the county of Norfolk. This provided a pleasant...
by Ashley Roden | Aug 22, 2008 | Stories
The largest river in Wales, the River Severn, in the far off days of my youth, curled it’s lazy way through fields of Butter Cups and Daisies, it’s banks alternating between steep sides and sandy shores, from deep forbidding pools, to murmuring bubbling...
by Ashley Roden | Aug 22, 2008 | Stories
Never believe what you hear It was late 1992 and I was on a trip from Birmingham, Alabama to Los Angles, California I was traveling out I 20 about 80 miles from El Paso, Texas. It was very late at night or very early in the morning, around 3 a.m. When all of a sudden...
by Ashley Roden | Aug 18, 2008 | Stories
Poacher Bill, introduced. Old Bill was a Cotswold man through and through, born and bred to Country ways and lived in a little village near Burford, often referred to as the Gateway to the Cotswolds. Bill had four great consuming interests in life, they all started...
