Thank you for adding this Robert. It is without doubt the most descriptive poem that could only have been written by someone who had had actually experienced those horrors
Lymington still has some cobbled streets.
OK walking down.
The harbour.
A watering hole.
Who’s chair!
Nice selection of poems for the remembrance RJ.
Lovely snaps Sweetie, I’m afraid those cobbles would play havoc with my high heels 
That’s a grand big bottle of Jack though, Gummy had better hurry up before we scoff the lot.
I’m the same RJ, progress just floated over my head and continued on to be what it is today.
He was a slave to progress, my Uncle Jack
Alway looking forward and never looking back
Bought a burial plot at the age of twenty three
With a second hand headstone thrown in for free.
He had all sots of creams lotions and pills
And bottles of stuff that would cure all ills
But tragedy struck when he got drunk in a Bar
When he staggered outside he was hit by a car.
R.I.P. Uncle Jack.
Do you ever wonder why active Volcanos don’t get married and settle down?
I was on about the annual visits of missionary priests to the local parishes a few posts back, then I remembered this very old chestnut.
Two old ladies coming from the church after the missionary priest delivered his sermon.
Rosey: “That new preacher can certainly shout Mary, roars like a Tiger”
Mary: “Yes Rosey, and bawls like a Lion”
Rosey: “How do you know that Mary!?”;-)
lovely pics SP warms the cockles of me heart - there was a lovely little village down that way - cobbled of course that I used to pass through sometimes - well browse a while - it was reknowned for its old world charm and quaintness - Hythe was it?? - the camera work is coming along spiffingly too!
I’m learning. I will go to Basingstoke soon.
Any requests?
OMG - only the old town at the top of the hill - wot a mess they made of the rest - reputed once to have the most pubs in the south and then they came along and dumped concrete everywhere! - are you driving or training?
Ha ha driving Gummy. X
Good Night Possums.
Holidayed at Christchurch once Sweetie, sat on a bench on a cliff top somewhere watching the Red Funnel Ferries, back and forth.
Ah yes Red Funnel run out of Southampton.
my 'red funnel ’ ran out years ago??
Nah I don’t believe that. X
It’s always good when they can make safety changes without spoiling the enjoyment for both man and horse. It’s a wonder horse racing has managed to survive at all with all the hue and cry these days 
Ps…Snoring through a race! A mortal sin if ever there was one :shock:
Got me thinking about this Robert. Those stories of ‘We were so poor’ whilst hard to believe today were often close to the bone especially with Xmas approaching where even a lump of coal would have been an expensive present
We can smile now at tales such as "Our Grandad had a mint toffee and we sat on his chair arms and waited till he breathed out so we could breath in an share his minty breath… Mam collected discarded orange peels from the market an burned em to make it smell like we had loads of fruit in our house an the neighbours always sniffed in through the letter box. We weren’t posh enough to have a door though just the letterbox " 
Mind you coping with poverty stiffened the backbone and put lots of hairs on ones chest which was OK for the men but a bit embarrassing for the women especially during the summer months. No Veet back then either 
Gummy Bear where have you hidden Pugsy?
I rather like old clocks.
My Grandmother used to have one.
I took this yesterday.
