You were that crow. The sun shone as you took to the air from the highest branch of an oak tree. Leaving the village of Irby behind you, you rode the air currents downhill, heading southeast. A gentle updraft urged you higher but you resisted, splaying your flight feathers and pitching your tail, preferring instead …
When deciding on illustrations for my previous post, ‘The Battle of Riby Gap (1645),’ one of my selections was the well-known painting by William Frederick Yeams, titled ‘And When Did you Last See your Father?’ Had I been restricted to using only one picture in that post, in which I told of a minor civil …
“Every war is ultimately a civil war for we are all brothers and sisters, one to another.” Dillon Burroughs When I was a lad in my early to mid teens I would regularly obtain books from the village’s lending library. These were novels, mainly. Of the few non-fiction books I borrowed, there was one I …
