Maybe rename ‘Liberty Cottage’?
In the Cotswolds today…
Photos by Candia Dixon-Stuart All Rights Reserved
He who fears he shall suffer already suffers what he fears: Michel de
or, as my granny used to admonish: If ye fear a fear, it’ll come
I doubt she had read Montaigne, but folk wisdom is
watered-down philosophy and not always diluted!
Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart
My father used to say that certain women had more rolls of fat than the
This was considered to be an appropriate comment in the past,
Maybe today, though admittedly true in some cases, we might add, out
of fairness, that some men have them too, but it is tactful and polite not
to make personal comments!
Photo by Husband of Candia – under strict instruction.
At present it really is raining cats and dogs, stair rods or
whatever non-EU idiom you care to employ.
The automobile is finished. For those who can’t afford
a carriage, they’ll just have ‘to look sweet on a bicycle
built for two.’
Metroland becomes Retroland.
It was an entirely fortuitous and serendipitous encounter. Major Howard was
sitting at a table outside Arlette Gondree’s cafe. (Arlette’s house was the first
French home to be liberated.)
I was in the company of Major Michael Hickey, a military historian who
was with my choir. We were singing The Brahms Requiem seven times
in ten days, all over Normandy, along with a French choir and the
orchestra of Basse Normandie. We sang in different towns
and we sang in German. The audiences were in tears. It was an
emotional and healing experience for all involved.
Photo: 9th June, 1944. Wikimedia Commons
Generous gesture – German flag festoons,
hoisted with the Allied banners. Bunching,
fussy boudoir blinds. Here swooping platoons,
like death’s head moths, stealthily came gliding.
Across the bridge John Howard bravely strode,
piper ahead, deflecting sniper shot.
Now European coaches block the road;
the dispassionate stamp postcards they’ve bought,
sending snapshots of Hell to those who knew
the mark of Caen first-hand. Wish you were here!
He was: a fact to startle and imbue
those that have eyes to see and ears to hear.
The café’s bright umbrellas shelter all
from noonday’s heat, so one could fail to spot
cool nonagenarian. By the wall,
hero’s crutches propped, ready for action.
His longest day is past; his time now short:
German beer his major satisfaction.