Today, 9 April, is the 100th anniversary of the death of Edward Thomas, who was killed in action on the first day of the Battle of Arras in 1917.
Adlestrop – the title of his most famous poem.
Adlestrop, was written on 24 June 1914 when Edward Thomas was travelling from Paddington to Ledbury and the train paused unexpectedly at the station in the Cotswolds.
Yes. I remember Adlestrop –
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop – only the name.
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
Well Christmas has passed a quiet one it has to be said.
As for 2016 – I cannot say I will be sorry to see it go. With so many celebs gone this year the world has become a lesser place for there passing.
In saying that I would like to wish all my blog followers a happy 2017 and wish you good health and happiness throughout.
As an early birthday treat from my eldest son, the good Mrs.D and I visited the Hollycoombe steam collection near Liphook – a steam fair in the main with a miniature railway too.
The good Mrs Driscoll, our Boxer Grace and I did the coastal path walk from Bowleaze Cove to Osmington Mills and back a distant of 7 miles undulating walk with a nice lunch at the Smugglers Inn and 2 pints of Badgers finest in the bargain.
You may of read in the news recently about the cracks that appeared in the cliff near Bowleaze , well here they are
A very pleasent 5 hours 😀