Category: Postcards

  • The Hand of Somerset

    The meadow lies wide in the pale spring sun, Men with barrows and spades move as one. Earth breathes loam where the turf is pared, Each sod a square of a farmer’s care. Horse teams snort at the iron share, Larks rise singing from fields laid bare. In coats of tweed and caps pulled low, →

  • Calloused Hands

    Before the city stirs, he’s there, Axle groaning, cold in the air. Horse breath steams in the gray of dawn, Another load of timber drawn. Elm and oak cut down by hand, Stacked for heat through a winter’s span. Homes without coal, or coin to spare, Turn to his cart for their share. Fingers split →

  • Bog and Braid

    In mist-wrapped dawns where the curlew cried, Across the moor so wild and wide, They walked with tools on shoulders worn— The peatfolk of the upland morn. Boots sank deep in sodden ground, Where silence held a haunting sound. Their breath rose white, the heather stirred, And not a single word was heard. With spade →

  • Kent Hop Pickers

    In fields where the hop vines twine and stretch,Kent’s hop pickers toil, their stories etchedIn summer’s sun and autumn’s breeze,Amidst the rows of emerald seas. With baskets strapped and laughter shared,They rise with dawn, their hearts preparedTo pluck the hops with seasoned hands,A harvest bound for distant lands. Children’s giggles, a songbird’s trill,Echo through the →

  • Scotch Fisher Girl

    In Edwardian days by the Scottish sea,Where the heather meets the rugged lea,Fishermen toiled in the morning’s mist,With hands weathered and calloused fists. Their boats, small crafts on the endless blue,Danced on waves as the gales blew through,Netting herring, cod, and haddock fine,In the chilly grasp of the North Sea brine. Women mended nets on →

  • Cullercoats Fisher Lass

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  • “The Mid-Day Meal”

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  • Camel Corps Football Team, Cairo, 1913

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  • The Welsh Rugby Team, 1905

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  • Mrs Milton

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