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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 shallows,...
Sandringham duty
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...
I was picked up by Aliens
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...
Poacher Bill. A loveable rouge, and friend.
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...
Flying under bridges for fun
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...
Scallywag Soldiers
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...
“Dingo” and the RWF
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...
Tolney Picnic
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...
The Tank Leaguer.
The sixteen tanks began reversing off the ridges where they had been for the last hour. The light was beginning to fade and the sun was casting lengthening shadows over the distant Radfan Mountains. The gunners, sweltering inside those mobile ovens, traversed their...
Vintage Calvados
My host smiled as she handed me the bottle, ”Treat it with respect, use it as a medicine, not just for pleasure”, her words spoken in the strong earnest manner of the French farming community of the Calvados region of France. It transpired that this was one of the few...