Author Archives: Ian

Visiting graves

In June of this year, it was a privilege to visit the graves or memorials to High Ham men on the Western Front. Photographs were taken at each location, but some seem to have been lost. Bryson Bellot Lieut. N.S.Y … Continue reading

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No need for statements

He seemed to need to make a statement. Someone had mocked him for being suburban, from Camberley or some such place, and he had assumed it to be an implication that he had come from somewhere that was not significant. … Continue reading

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Two smoking barrels

Darkness had fallen around the isolated farmhouse and the young single woman who lived there felt a sense of menace. Already there had been a prowler and the headlights she saw stopped outside created a growing sense of anxiety. When … Continue reading

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Dead man’s handle

The rain relented and the grass had dried sufficiently to allow for an attempt to cut it. For years, the garden would have been attacked with a rotary mower that had a 325 cc Briggs and Stratton engine. It was … Continue reading

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There’s no ghost in my house

It was February 1967 when we moved to High Ham. I was six years old. The memories of the move remain vivid. Moving away from the family farm on which I had spent my early years was something I dreaded. … Continue reading

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