After my fifteen minutes of radio and video fame I’d hoped for some clues about the whereabouts of the final two boundary stones. What I actually got was people asking if I’d found any more stones and a lot of comments about stones I’d already found. There was one cryptic comment about Bassett Green and Stoneham Lane but neither was anywhere near where the last stones were meant to be and I couldn’t get any more information so, for now, I’ve discounted it. Even so, it seemed about time I went in search of the final stone I knew really was there. Continue reading The final boundary stone, or is it?
One of the bloodiest battles in human history began on 1 July 1916. It raged, in mud and trenches on the banks of the River Somme, for one hundred and forty one days. To most people this is ancient history, too far in the past to connect with. The image of all those young soldiers resonates with me though. Pappy was one of them. It seemed fitting that my walk today should take me to a First World War memorial and I knew just the place to go. In fact I’d been meaning to visit Hollybrook Cemetery for some time and the eve of the hundredth anniversary of Battle of the Somme seemed like a good day. Of course CJ wanted to come along. Continue reading Remembering the Somme at Hollybrook