Decolonising Gloucestershire's Landscape
Gloucester Docks: Revealing a hidden Colonial Landscape and Waterscape It was pouring February rain, When I visited Gloucester Docks: The...
Online Radical Stroud, for 2020's Social Distancing Comrades and Dreamers
Gloucester Docks: Revealing a hidden Colonial Landscape and Waterscape It was pouring February rain, When I visited Gloucester Docks: The...
I discovered a time machine today Powered by creosote I was sat on the roof of an abandoned air raid shelter Nestling beneath our Iron...
‘For the moment, our freedoms have to be restricted. But when the lockdown ends, let’s celebrate by demanding a right to roam on open...
Let’s go to the pub! I wrote recently about the Lord John and have written one or two in the past about The Prince Albert. We are also...
We are not only a martial country (See previous post on here: National Identity in a Time of Crisis) But we are also a nation of slaving...
by Stuart Butler When even a Tory traditionalist Such as Edmund Burke could assert that, “the number of estates, country-houses, castles,...
Dominic Raab, knowing that a week is a long time in politics, has said that “Now is not the time to commit to an inquiry”. He knows that...
Thursday evening, 8pm, 23 April 2020. I’ve decided to drop my participation in the ‘Clapping for the NHS’ ritual. I feel bad about it, as...
One Month Into Lockdown (Staying Safe & Staying Home) one month into lockdown And I’m standing here again And I’m gazing from the window...
posted by Stuart Butler Dear Artist, Friends, Colleagues, in unprecedented times we call for your responses. Artistic Exchange...
We live in a martial country, How else did we get that empire On which the sun never set? We live in a martial country, Spending a...
18 April 1917 Ivor Gurney writes - ‘Last night after lights out I had a long talk with a Cotswold man lying next to me – of his ambition...
From 'In Pursuit of Spring" by Edward Thomas Winter may rise up through mould alive with violets and primroses and daffodils, but when...
Rolled sleeve, break-back, pounding chest, Up here, just below Butterrow West, Where I plant and dig and study and sow, While neighbours...
At Easter 1913, Edward Thomas undertook a journey on foot and bicycle from London, north and west to the Quantocks, in pursuit of the...
I'm mostly content to be trapped in this house and garden. (Space, garden, well stocked library, food cupboard, and our writer in...
By Robin Treefellow Sheepscombe O Sheepscombe you are a weave of trees and secrets sheltering lee gloomy green paths trickling waters...