The Last Post

Today its appropriately raining heavily for the commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the battle of the Somme in 1916…. remembering the mud and stench of the rain filled trenches. A hell of futility not to be forgotten in the strange times we live in today. Its especially poignant for me to remember my Great… Continue reading The Last Post

Standing Tall

For those who never made it home….we remember. My great uncle Frank was one of those. My Grandfather’s younger brother, he emigrated with the family to New Zealand from Gloucestershire in 1905 as a sixteen year old. A┬ámusician and like his brothers and┬ámy father, was a farmer from Rongotea. ‘But all that my mind sees… Continue reading Standing Tall