Picking up memories

 

A tidy room with the sun shining through.  Yes I miss it, especially when cards come through the post telling me of the happenings of the village.  There is a clash of curtains here, the large ugly curtains from the old house on the front window, and the ones overlooking the grave yard a softer green.  This one made beautifully by someone over the road in Normanby because Matilda was scared of being by all those dead people ;)

A green uncontrolled wild space in the Mendips.  Here I came across a wild bellflower, fittingly called campanula  within the rocky spaces of the narrow footpath through the gorge.

This church has two symbolic paths for me. Notice it has a round tower, one of a handful in Essex. The church door to the right leads to Christianity, there is a medieval wall painting inside of a dragon to scare the life out of you.  But the left handed path leads you to three of the largest Roman tumuli in Europe, Bartlow Barrows.  We visited several times marvelling at the height of the barrows, inner sanctums of Roman life.  As always, the untouched land of the barrows was covered in wild flowers.

Lucy.  Plump, knows her own mind, and what is good for her.  Which is of course sleep in the most comfortable places and no walks.  She loved her home too much. She has a bloody paw, not sure if she had to have an operation for something, I remember Moss tore his dew claw off.  An appendage that is useless.

Teasels.  When the seed is produced the teasel heads will be the food of gods for goldfinch.  But I came across an interesting fact today, written in 'The Country Diary' of the Guardian.  Apparently it was seen as a special healing kind of bird in the medieval period and can be found occasionally in paintings.  Why? because the little goldfinches' red face came about because it plucked the thorns out of Christ's thorn crown.

 

What other nonsense have I picked up today.  Well apparently Mark Carney, the current prime minister of Canada, is in a slight bother for using 's' instead of 'z' in writing his documents.  I know exactly how he feels.  I refuse to drop my 'u' in colour...

And the real reason for recording these memories is that it is Paul's birth date today, as also my daughter remembers.  And as he always said " I never know what you are thinking till have I read your blog";)

the Salt Path: 'confession letter' and thefts that broke a family

16th December 2025

 

North Stoke: Abbot Illtud

I picked up on this whilst swaning through my blogs.  I used to love the stories of the Celtic monks/saints as they performed magical acts.  They must have wandered the countryside preaching their version of Christianity.  Stopping at places and banging their 'bangu' a bell, to draw the natives in.  Sometimes they must have slept in the old cromlechs, a rock roof over their heads.

A solitary existence sometimes, taking to their boats and sailing round the coastline, so that we find evidence of them in Ireland, West Wales, Cornwall and Brittany.  They lived on the edge of society, joining the pagan world with the Catholic rule that came from Rome.

I have often wondered why so many men took to this way of life but I expect a surplus of males when not involved in territorial war had to find another way of life.  These young men took to the roads or the few monastic houses that were being set up, for a livelihood.

Now religion is once again crashing through our perception of the world.  The shooting of innocent lives at Bondi beach in Australia at the beginning of a Jewish religious festival and the consequent deaths hang heavily in the air.

Hatred rules this act, two Muslim terrorists, hate filled, took guns, and shot at will, until a brave Muslim man intervened and took down one of the terrorists.  I brood on the act whilst listening to the birds outside at 7.30 in the morning.  It is still dark but the blackbird and little blue tits? sing away as if Spring was on the way.  Joyous in their song but sadly wrong time for spring.

Trump is going on a colonists march, he has South America in his sight. FFS if there is a god please let him bring the Monty Python foot down on all these stupid machinations that are coming out of America. 

I think I shall return to reading gardening books, Christopher Lloyd or maybe Gertrude Jekyll, they lived in their serene world uninterrupted by world affairs.

Jam and Jerusalem rose

12th December 2025

New Book: Life in an English Village – Inexpensive Progress

I once lived in Essex very near to Great Bardfield.  You would think that Essex is the home of showy youngsters according to what you see on television but in actual it fact has many beautiful villages.

So this book interests me it is the time of many painters in the war years.  Some would say an idyllic period of the quiet simple agricultural landscape before the first World War, and then also the hiatus between the wars.  As a paperback it is expensive and I notice it has been out for two years, the nudge comes from 'Inexpensive Progress' which I subscribe to.

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Yesterday I had a panic attack, they do not happen often but suddenly they arrive.  It had been simple enough I had sent an Amazon digital sum of money to my son for Xmas.  He is in his forties but unfortunately has type 1 diabetes which I worry about.  So yesterday I sent an email to him to see that it had arrived, no reply.  Fair enough he is working on his computer said I.  but when late afternoon no reply, I started phoning, again no reply.  Then I began to imagine him unconscious on the floor.  Well the story goes on from there and then yes, the phone rang, 'what's the matter mum?'  The phone is upstairs and I am making lasagne downstairs.  All explained and me feeling foolish - they are still children in our minds for goodness sake and the watch on his wrist keeps him informed of his levels.

The Xmas tree is up, my daughter and Andrew have done their work parties, off for the weekend down to Chiddingfold* and Lillie back for the holiday.  The next door neighbour came in the other night and was told of the upcoming renovations.  The geese have just flown over, it almost feels springlike.

Jack's Jungle Garden in Chiddingfold

Christmas will soon be here.

 I just love this carol but only listen to it at Xmas.  This version, and yes I do know the Steely Eyespan version.  When I see that stupid person and his followers in America, it reminds me that he will never, ever achieve the pomp and ceremony of the  English themselves as seen in the above video.  True it is pompous - speak only in Latin because we are the intelligentsia.  But the carol has such grace and the poor boar's head reminds us of wild boar in the woods hunted by medieval royalty and the peasants slain should they venture into those self-same woods.  

We still have the woods and some boar in the Forest of Dean and yesterday a lone wild Beaver was found  in Norfolk.  Hurrah the beavers are escaping from different parts of England.  So does that really make him a 'wild' beaver, considering he may have escaped from a reserve?

And now for something  very different - Fascinating Ida

Thanks to Jablog for reminding me of  my favourite carol.

  

9th December 2025

 Yesterday I listened to a zoom meeting of the Woman' Green Party.  Not quite sure why they send me emails, because I haven't paid a subscription to the GP recently.  Strangely enough it was about voting for word change in a series of documents.  For instance......

"If the latter does not identify as a woman or as gender variant is not a woman, a member of the Equality & Diversity Committee who does identify as is a woman or as gender variant can participate in Committee work as a representative. "

Or as Grandpa Opper would say SID, SID, which stands for "sometimes I despair" when the family got too aerated at the dining table.  This was after he had thrown a napkin over his head.  Surprisingly everyone quietened down.

Well that is the GP for you, every comma and word outlined and brooded over but.... by jove they have got on to the main thoroughfare of British politics so they will have to move forward at a much quicker pace.  But then aren't the British public voting for personalities and quick time promises? I think the media put politician heads under good and bad, Farage and Starmer bad, Polanski good.  He definitely deserves star rating, but then aren't some of Starmer's good policies coming through as well?  I shall subscribe to the GP, our Andrew has, even watched an induction course as he has offered to help them with their campaign.

7th December 2025 - Intangible Cultural Heritage

"Titled Creativity in Conflict and Confinement, it launches this week at the Imperial War Museum London, and explores the role of craft during war, conflict and incarceration through a series of designs created by Liberty’s in-house studio, each developed with Zaghari-Ratcliffe, who serves as the project’s ambassador."

Taken from a Guardian article

Do you remember the imprisonment of Nazain Zagharu-Ratcliffe in an Iranian prison for trumped up charges but in fact as a hostage for  our government refusal to pay a debt.  2016, is the time when she was detained in Tehran  and taken to prison, it caused a lot of controversy. Her husband Richard campaigned endlessly for her and probably his constant attention to the plight of his wife in jail brought about her release six years later.  Apparently it has been turned into a television drama. 

But Nazain has also collaborated with the Imperial War Museum through Liberty's.  It is about craft in war, men and women confined to prison, whether prisoner camps or prisons.  Liberty prints are pretty and are used in patchwork quilts, though the materials are quite expensive.

Nazain made her young daughter clothes whilst she was in an Iranian prison and the three materials she designed are on show.  It struck me as a rather touching way of alleviating her grim experience.

I would like to introduce you a concept which has always struck me as a  sensible way of keeping traditions going on.... Intangible Cultural Heritage, I think it came into being in 2003 by way of Unesco, though the idea of that had been round a long time.  I remember Paul sending me photos of traditional crafts still being worked by artisans in Japan and presumably paid for by the state.

Intangible cultural heritage (ICH), made up of all immaterial manifestations of culture, represents the variety of living heritage of humanity as well as the most important vehicle of cultural diversity. The main ‘constitutive factors’ of ICH are represented by the ‘self-identification’ of this heritage as an essential element of the cultural identity of its creators and bearers; by its constant recreation in response to the historical and social evolution of the communities and groups concerned; by its connection with the cultural identity of these communities and groups; by its authenticity; and by its indissoluble relationship with human rights. The international community has recently become conscious that ICH needs and deserves international safeguarding, triggering a legal process which culminated with the adoption in 2003 of the UNESCO Convention on the Safeguarding of the Intangible Cultural Heritage. "

North Stoke: Bietigheim

6th December 2025

I am not keeping up with writing my blog.  Expect it is because of winter.  We had a visitor this week, well two actually but the little one won't make it to our world till March next year.  Anyway Mary, who is Andrew's child went down with a bug a couple of days ago and we all worried a bit about the babe but Mary went off yesterday  safely.  Today Lillie is coming down from London, basically to bring some of her stuff back for Xmas and also a sleepover tonight.

Matilda is off to Paris with Lucien this weekend for her birthday.  She had just won a voucher for Air B&B but too late to cover accommodation this time round. 

And my phone has just pinged with a message from my daughter.  She wants a link to my Xmas present, I have decided on a yarn Swift, it is a bit like the inside of an umbrella.  The art of knitting is very fashionable at the moment and there is a lor of wool out there being sold as hanks.  A swift helps you unwind the hanks.  Easier than winding from your feet;)

A knitting book for babies should be coming soon!  Also thought I would try out some Japanese cooking.  I have Miso soup quite a lot, chopping the vegetables is soothing and the cooking only takes five minutes and no fat used.  I eat noodles and the various sauces have to be learnt as well.  I do not like Japanese dumplings or their jellified sweets but love bamboo shoots and I am now growing beansprouts all the time.  I use mung beans for sprouting. Very easy to grow in winter.

Actually it is quite hard to get into Japanese cuisine when we eat so much in the way of dairy food.  The cheese that is eaten in this household is far too much.  Also I noticed on a vlog someone making butter out of cream - because it was cheaper.

Politically keeping an eye on Zack Polanski.  He got a real drumming from Rory Stewart on economics and I have definitely gone off Rory, middle-aged twat.  Trouble is I worry about how the Green Party are going to figure in the bright light of publicity.  For instance is there only one speaker for the party, where are the 'promises' written down?  As always like sheep we follow the man with the best promises such as Farage, which we know of course will never be kept and he is in it for the money, following his hero across the water.  Not sure if the latest truth about his racialism at school will knock him off the voting ballot, we will see.

 National Trust launches fundraiser to help buy land around Cerne Giant | Dorset | The Guardian

2nd December 2025

 

The Village how I miss it.  I see last year I gathered together my memories so I shall do it again this year.  Yesterday the first Xmas email from a friend telling me the happenings of the year.  Who had died, dear C had gone, she had a permanent illness that eventually took her this year.  I remember taking her to hospital appointments in Scarborough and trying to find a dog for her.  We never did, luckily her daughter came down to look after her.

Someone else has died but I cannot remember his face.  J and D are still going strong, their rescue dog has since died but now they have another rescue dog and the cats are still with them, probably in the barn for D would not have them in the house.

Living next door to the church we saw the burials and the occasional wedding.  I always remember the boy who committed suicide on the other side of our house, which was The Sun pub.   The lad was buried near the wall that separated us from  the graveyard and the grave was tended with such tender love by the family.  You would have cried to see his brother, cross legged on the ground talking to him many an evening.

Though many people were incomers it was a tight knit community, meeting together several times a year, either for quizzes, barbeques and Xmas event.  It was also a community losing its church because hardly anyone went to the services and our vicar had three churches to attend.

18th December 2024

Daily happenings:  I had lunch with Jon Stewart today, true he was a few thousand miles away but he always makes me laugh.

Rebecca Solnit  Solidarity Stitches Us Together.

December 1st 2025

I have to record this.  Batman came to visit today.  Well not the real one but the man from the council with his drone to discover if we had bats in the attic.  Of course it had been pointed out to the council that there were two bedrooms in the roof space, so no one was sleeping with bats floating mysteriously about.  

The funny bit was how Andrew came and said Bat man is around, he has a drone to go round outside. The visions in my head went overtime.  When I went to the shops ten minutes later the poor bat man was standing outside the gate with a fallen drone.  Failed miserably that drone had and sulked on the tarmac.  The drone had failed to go above 10 feet, could be because we had a security ceiling? but from who? the Council, the government.  All intriguing but we definitely have no bats ;)

30th November 2025

 

interesting article in the  Guardian, Margaret Atwood answers questions on the state of the world.  The headline mentions Ai Weiwei and Rebecca Solnit but there are plenty of other people who pose questions.  The book she is promoting is called 'Book of Lives'.  Hopefully it will come out in audio, though of course one misses the written word and the solidarity of a  physical book.

Ai Weiwei is a Chinese artist who produces assemblages of one type of thing, rather boring in fact.  I remember years ago he produced in an exhibition smashed  up valuable antiques.  Paul was furious with this seemingly vandalising act.  

I as usual saw the other side of the question.  Which was? you have to make room in the world for new things to take their place.  The world seems so full at the moment of things that might happen, people talk of war, and a climate crash, in which we as a country will be importing a 100% of our food......

"On nature, Nathalie Seddon, professor of biodiversity at the University of Oxford, said: “We are facing a national emergency not only because the climate is changing, but because the living systems that protect the climate are breaking down.”

She added: “This isn’t about choosing between the economy and the environment. It’s about recognising that the economy is embedded within the environment, and that the health of the nation depends on the living systems that sustain us.”

But hey-ho lets go on pretending that it isn't happening, much easier that way!

Having delivered the bad news, the good news is the video of the wedding, a month ago between Ellie and Tom finally surfaced.  It showed the pair of them totally in love as they went around that busy day.  There were a photographer and I suppose a video expert that day and it was such a happy occasion as they vowed their love for life.  Love is not always talked about in blog land, we talk of grief when we have lost a loved one but the happiness of belonging to one person is very rarely expressed.

National Emergency Meeting  I would suggest you sign the letter and also listen to the experts on the subject of the climate.

Weather - As the leaves depart

I just loved this dark Cosmos? I grew from seed

Well as I moved through the year of blogs in 2018, looking for Christmas ideas I suppose, I came across sunsets at Normanby.  It is always sad to look back I know but I think sanity lies in facing up to things that happen.  Often I will laugh as well and sometimes when I am in an evangelistic mood I hammer home a point!  So what is this one going to be?  leave the ivy on the tree, it is not out to kill the tree or even the ruined buildings, it will eventually of course loosen the mortar and then the stone may fall but that is called decay over time.  

At the end of the year ivy flowers are welcomed by bees and the last insects still flying around.  It is the home over winter for the birds to hide in and its dark green leaves will trail prettily around your garlands on the Christmas front.

North Stoke: Wednesday, 19th December 2018

Kate Rusby - Who Will Sing Me Lullabies

And where did these delightful fellas go?

Funnies

27th November 2025 - John Piper

There is something about John Piper  artist's artwork that I find  alluring.  I don't know why, I hate red and colours used violently. also I am no fan of what I can only describe as sloppy use of the paintbrush, or its expansive use across the canvas.  But I am not the painter and heaven forbid I should become the critic of someone else's work.  In fact in the video, down below, you can see someone comparing him to Turner and when I look at his dramatic Welsh landscapes I can see why.

The Baptistry window - Coventry Cathedral

What draws me to him is the window of Coventry Cathedral.  The newly built cathedral after it's destruction during WW2 is modern, totally so.  I have never visited it but it must have been a terrible sight in its bombed wreckage.  Piper captures the jagged edges of broken stone and wood in his sketches.  It is a testament to war.  The great window after its reconstruction though is a modern masterpiece, the great shining sun in the centre? or the moment the bomb landed and exploded the building into a million bits?

What I love about the video, is apart from the glimpses of times past, is the darling old men reminiscing furiously away about how Piper worked.  You learn how the glass was made and Piper's close friend John Betjeman is there as well.  They started the 'Shell' series together, I remember buying Paul one of their gazettes, it must have been about Wiltshire.

Frances Spalding book is a doorstopper of a book, but has almost all  his work covered, a very long read.  You will see that Myfanwy his wife is mentioned, clever men always need hand maidens;)  But Spalding is also part of the video she fills in the detail.  

Seeing John Betjeman in the film reminded me that Betjeman had lived with his daughter outside Calne in the village of Blackland.  Betjeman is a favourite of mine his lovely class poems paint an irresistible picture of old England.  It was a 'lost' England of course.  The wars saw to that. 

But I do get a bit grumpy when we are still seen like that.  The nostalgia that now pervades the flag waving Englanders is a foolishness, let the youngsters have their say.

Extra bonus:  Tate's collection of the vast numbers of photographs that Piper took from all over the country.  Neatly put under counties seen, they are just as bad or good as so many of ours are.  He could have definitely done with a digital camera but then those old photos are a reminder of the past.

26th November 2025

 The Baboon in the Ruins

A sparkling essay from Rebecca Solnit,a message maybe not of hope but a gallop through what is happening in America and that maybe things are about to change, not necessarily for the better but a fundamental underground current of the large wave that is holding up all those many, many people who have stepped forward and protected their neighbours from the cruelty of the ICE gangs.

So let us put forward that little hope as the flame of defiance against a crooked, misogynist creature who considered kingship as his crowning glory but was in fact mocked by the greatest crowds probably ever seen in America.

The mock king definitely had no clothes on and should be removed from office immediately but then those standing in the wing are definitely just as scary.  I find it interesting that the demolishment of the East wing of the White House could be seen as an act of a baby throwing his rattle out of the pram and punishing the American people for not recognising his need to become a king.

Please, please America just get rid of him.

The Baboon in the Ruins.

Quakers

Photo from Geograph and taken by Paul Glazzard

Shewbread Quaker Burial Ground

The Shewbread Quaker Burial Ground is one of the oldest graveyards in Todmorden, established in 1690. It is located on Shoebroad Lane, a steep, rocky track above Todmorden. The burial ground is maintained by the Quaker community and is used for burials. The ground features a Grade II listed archway and has seen over 200 burials since its establishment. It is a significant historical site reflecting the Quaker presence in the area and their commitment to burial practices. 1688

Taken from Root Web.

Well I have to start somewhere.  I noticed this in drafts.  Andrew had been out walking last week and had gone up Shoebroad Lane past the Unitarian Church's graveyard, up a steep slope and come across the Quaker's cemetery.  There is a little video below.  Shewbread is the biblical 12 loaves set upon a golden table in a Jewish Temple for the priests to eat through the week.  Notice how the name has turned into Shoebroad.

Dissenters in the 17th Century were quite a feature of England, Catholics were persecuted and the religion we hold today Protestantism had become the flavour of the day.  On actually looking up Dissenters and you find there is an enormous amount of smaller religious sects starting up.  Sometimes different interpretations of the bible, or baptismal ways.  They represent cult ideas I suppose of how religion should be worshipped in their representations.

Shewbread Quaker Burial Ground. Shoebroad Lane. Todmorden

Trivia

 

The weather is shifting from its Artic displacement mood into gentler rainy weather but the cold mood is promised from next Tuesday. All a bit of a shock, especially as the boiler refused to work yesterday.  Problem has hopefully been solved and a plumber won't be needed.  The Aga is a valuable resource when such things fail.

Things to amuse: Have you met Kelly Boesche and her wondrous videos, move over Salvador Dali.  The one on 'Ageing' is beautiful.

Alvin the little white Shetland pony who dances and gallops around with such joy

Apart from that nothing much is happening I shall be trying to get my head around the Green Party this weekend.  Andrew is a paid up member and has even offered his help to them.  He is a fan of Zack Polanski, I like him to of course but haven't you noticed that the whole theatre of media is concentrated on him and nowt other in the GP and I would dearly like to see other speakers.  

The Red/Green aspect of the party is interesting as well.  The socialist aims of Zack are good, I have no problem there but I would like to see other issues addressed as well. Which obviously means reading their manifesto, not sure if I am a fully paid up member though, was for years and still get emails from them for zoom meetings.  Which was one of the things I hated most, the endless discussion but it seems to have paid off.  They are taking votes off the Labour party, who seem to have done a right turn,  Taking jewelry from incoming immigrants...isn't that stealing and leaving them more poverty-stricken as well?
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Flooding videos

 Flooding.  The following video on flooding is perhaps the most informative take on what happens during a flood in the towns that occupy the Calder Valley. Mytholmroyd and Hebden Bridge.  It is over an hour long but worth the watch if you live in the valley.

I know this year we have had a drought but that doesn't mean heavy rainfalls due to Climate change won't happen over the winter.  What I have taken from it is the fact that local understanding of the place they live in is far more important than the approach of government with their large scale schemes. And as for computer modelling, less said the better.

I don't expect people to watch it though it is interesting.  Artic Fox if you are reading this, the great banks of Himalayan Balsam thrives on the mounds of silt that is thrown up by the rivers when in flood.

The government wants to throw money at big schemes, so the wolves descend fighting for contracts, when it seems that proper housekeeping of the rivers and upland drains is the key for the water to run freely within the path of the river.

The other video I am noting is the 'Dark Moors' video on flooding.  This is historic but interesting.

Things I pick up along the way

 Well Storm Claudia has certainly helped the water situation with parts of England flooded out. It started for us when my daughter phoned on Friday evening from Manchester that her train had been delayed, tree on the line.  They had sat on the train for a while then got off to get on another train but no go.  Karen phoned for an Uber to Tod, and a girl standing by her said 'no I am not stalking you' but could she come as well.  Whereupon a couple standing near said the same.  So the brave Uber driver drove through flooded roads and delivered  all four safely in Tod.  We weren't really expecting it here, the rain definitely and the wind but not the breakdown of the train services.  

Also Tom and Ellie were coming for the weekend, but can't make it from Macclesfield, although we might see them for lunch, if the train situation clears, The table is already booked in Tod.

Tom is beginning to look like Owen Jones!

Ellie pretty as ever

The view from the window

Apart from that life goes on quietly and as you can see both turned up.  Settled happily in their new home and recent jobs.  Tom who works for a publisher has to read books for them.  But strangely enough his home reading is the first two books of the Phillip Pullman 'Dust' trilogy, so that he can read the last one 'The Rose field' which I am listening to at the moment.  Although I have become a bit lacklustre as to finishing.  Perhaps I should have read the first books to, I find too many characters popping up and various scenarios becomes confusing in the end.

The meal was delicious, though we waited a long time for it.  Roasts for the Sunday tradition, mine was a nut roast with sweet puddings afterwards.  Slightly off-putting was the child being sick across the road, he seemed to have come from football in the park.

Interlude

 A favourite vlog of mine is 'The Mindful Narrowboat'.  This week Vanessa takes off to Whitby for a few days.  And boards the 'Flying Scotsman' at Grosmont.  It is only a short time and occurs round 15 minutes into the video.  The video itself is of course a nature ramble through the countryside.  And the first redwings have arrived in the country from places such as Iceland, there should be plenty of berries for them this year as also for the fieldfare arriving at a similar time, both belong to the thrush family.

14th November 2025

 

the Storseisundet road in Norway.

I start with this road that travels across water bumping on land that zig zags across, a marvellous feat of engineering.   I may be anonymous this morning because the computer or at least blogger refuses to acknowledge me.  Hey-ho.

Just had a deep discussion on whether the bread in the freezer is mine or not.  I win and will eat the bread but which is not mine.  But am not going down to Lidl because rain is expected all day.  Actually I quite like the rain.  Also because Andrew goes swimming I have to be in for our cleaner Sam.  But will she turn up I wonder?  Sam comes one morning every fortnight and cleans the main rooms of the house.  But last week went on holiday to Turkey.

Yesterday we had the first of the builders come to look round to give a quote on the work of transforming this house.  The plans have gone into the council and it will probably be 8 weeks before we hear anything back.

The following poem by Australian poet and writer Frederic Manning (1882-1935) captures both Autumn and the first world war.  Found in The Guardian.

A frail and tenuous mist lingers on baffled and intricate branches;
Little gilt leaves are still, for quietness holds every bough;
Pools in the muddy road slumber, reflecting indifferent stars;
Steeped in the loveliness of moonlight is earth, and the valleys,
Brimmed up with quiet shadow, with a mist of sleep.

But afar on the horizon rise great pulses of light,
The hammering of guns, wrestling, locked in conflict
Like brute, stone gods of old struggling confusedly;
Then overhead purrs a shell, and our heavies
Answer, with sudden clapping bruits of sound,
Loosening our shells that stream whining and whimpering precipitately,
Hounding through air athirst for blood.
And the little gilt leaves
Flicker in falling, like waifs and flakes of flame.

Leaves by Frederic Manning