War Horses

Before my grandfather, Thomas Haley, joined the Hampshire Regiment in 1914 he drove a baker’s van for local bakery, Lowman’s. In those days, the vans were pulled by horses and the baker’s man and his horse were a team. When the war came, the men weren’t the only ones called up. Thousands of horses were requisitioned too. They were needed, not only for the cavalry, but to move supplies, equipment, guns and ammunition. When the war broke out, the army had just twenty five thousand horses. By the time the armistice was signed in 1918, four hundred and sixty thousand horses and mules had been purchased and shipped to France. The owners had little say in the matter, unless they could prove they needed their animals for essential transport or agriculture, they had to surrender them. 

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A postcard from Highfield and a wild goose chase

26 October 2017

The area directly outside the south door of Highfield Church is dominated by a war memorial, dedicated in 1921 to men of the parish lost during the First World War. For such a small parish, there seem to be an awful lot of names inscribed upon it. Their loss must have been a terrible blow to the area. We stopped for a moment to read and think. No doubt, a wreath of poppies will be laid here soon to remember them, although it’s doubtful if there is anyone alive now who knew them personally.  Continue reading A postcard from Highfield and a wild goose chase

Apples in the graveyard, not walking the Cobbett Trail

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10 November 2016

This week most of my walks had been errands with nothing much of note happening apart from distance being covered. Today I had big plans to get some interesting miles under my belt. By now I should know making plans is not a good thing because something always scuppers them. This time it was CJ oversleeping. To be fair, he didn’t know I was planning to go out super early for an extra long walk to show him something I thought he’d like. Maybe I should warn him next time. In the end we settled on a pared down version of the walk I had in mind, minus most of the interesting bits. Even so, there was plenty to see. Continue reading Apples in the graveyard, not walking the Cobbett Trail