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 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...
by Ashley Roden | Aug 11, 2008 | Stories
Whilst browsing the other day, my butterfly mind wandered to the History of that beautiful city of Winchester where I once lived, I remember the old bridge over a minor road on the outskirts of the town which was known locally as “Spitfire Bridge”. Apparently on one...
by Bob Jenkins | Aug 11, 2008 | Stories
It was after we had been on the ranges, one afternoon towards the end of the course that I had one of the most pleasant and contented moments I’ve ever known. We finished the live firing early for some reason. We were on a very open range surrounded by grass and scrub...
by Bob Jenkins | Aug 6, 2008 | Stories
Londonderry, Christmas 1978 Between 1978 and 1980, I served with the Royal Military Police in Londonderry, Northern Ireland. My unit was stationed at the old U.S. Navy base at Clooney in the Waterside, but we were responsible for patrolling within the City walls on...
by Paddy Slevin | Aug 5, 2008 | Stories
I like Sneinton, it’s got character, and it’s not a bad place to live. It has shops, takeaways, and pubs and is even on a regular bus route to town. But, when the sun begins to shine it can be a dusty canyon and the need to escape to greener places begins to fill my...