Ah, now I’ve got you lost too.
And that will be England gone,
The shadows, the meadows, the lanes,
The guildhalls, the carved choirs.
There’ll be books; it will linger on
In galleries; but all that remains
For us will be concrete and tyres.
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Magdalen Street 3: St Margaret – beating the demons
Magdalen Street's hidden history: The lost churches Part 3, St Margaret. About thirty years ago, there was a little club in Magdalen Street; a brilliant grubby little hand-me-down from the age of jazz, blues and skiffle. It sat towards the end of Magdalen Street...
Live tweeting: Norwich Blitz 2
29th and 30th April 1942. Again a live tweet of the Norwich Blitz, the second Baedeker Raid. [View the story "Norwich Blitz - Raid 2, live tweets" on Storify]
Live tweeting: Norwich Blitz 1
I've been left slightly speechless by the response to a something I did last night on the spur of a moment relating to The Norwich Blitz. I have a head full of stuff relating to lots of things, the inner nerd has lots of strange habits, and whilst mulling over whether...
Trench Fever
I thought it was about time I did a bit of quantifying, I've done a something in a previous piece here, which scratches at the back of a story but only tells the penultimate episode of it not the rest, there's other bits clanging and banging about on the internet that...
Vanishing Point: The Somme still flows – Schwaben redoubt
I've been distracted enough not to put fingers to keyboard for the last week or so. Mainly because I had an upcoming trip to France, my first on my own due to some fairly uncontrolled sets of human circumstance and how time plays its stupid games. Travelling isn't an...
Supporting Pulp
We once supported Pulp. All local bands get to support someone half-decent if they keep at it and harass people for long enough, which is basically what we did. As experiences went it wasn't that special, but beat the hell out of playing in an empty bar on a...
Ghosts: Hawthorn Ridge the Somme
I feel like a bit of a slacker, I'm tired, having gallivanted through The Somme for most of three days, I'll leave you with this; a starter for ten. The photo is a ghost of one of the Somme mines that were set of at precisely and critically 7.30 (roughly-ish) in the...
Hidden history: A winged victory for the sullen
'Peace' or an Angel Sheathing a Sword, not actually a winged victory at all, despite the smile. A rather attractive woman, but you wouldn't especially want to piss her off. If you lived at the top of Prince of Wales Road you might fancy having a sword at hand, dealing...
Magdalen Street 2: St Botolph the traveller
Magdalen Street's hidden history:The lost churches Part 2, St Botolph. St Botolph or St Botulph or even St Botwulf was a church named after a saint that now only really lives on in an adapted street name. Ignominiously lost in a few street signs in the precincts...
Magdalen Street: Part 1 – Introduction
Norwich-over-the-water is a strange place. Magdalen Street or Fybriggate as it was originally called and its immediate environs sometimes seem divorced from the city and historically were separated from the rest of the Central norwich by a relatively thin stretch of...
Norwich Baedeker blitz: The Lockwoods
The Lockwood family lived at number 65 Rosebery Road in Norwich, a very ordinary little house in a row of terraces nestling in the sea of shoe factory workers houses between St Clements Hill and Angel Road, not far from Angel Road School. In the Picture above we have...
Coasting: Eccles on sea
There are a fair few Eccles in Britain the famous one is in Salford, where those crumbly buttery cakes with raisins in that mess up everything in the vicinity when you eat them, there's also one in Kent, another one near Snetterton, and a couple in Scotland. And...