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Secure lock’N Move, the top-rated moving and clearance company in the Ribble Valley and surrounding areas. We offer professional and reliable moving services at affordable prices to help you move with ease.Our team of experts ensures that every Move or House Clearance is stress-free and efficient.

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Revitalize Your Home with Professional Driveway Cleaning in Lancashire

When it comes to maintaining the exterior of your home, many homeowners often overlook the driveway. However, a clean driveway is essential not only for aesthetics but also for preserving the longevity of your surface. If you’re looking to enhance the appeal of your property, professional driveway cleaning in Lancashire can make all the difference. In this blog, we will explore the importance of driveway cleaning, the benefits of hiring professionals, and tips for maintaining your driveway after a thorough clean.

Why Is Driveway Cleaning Important?

Curb Appeal and Aesthetics

First impressions matter, and your driveway is often the first aspect of your home that visitors notice. A clean, well-maintained driveway enhances your home’s curb appeal and can even increase its value. Over time, driveways can accumulate dirt, oil stains, moss, algae, and other unsightly substances that detract from your home’s appearance. Regular driveway cleaning in Lancashire ensures that your property looks its best, creating a welcoming atmosphere.

Preventing Damage

Driveways are exposed to various weather conditions, including rain, snow, and sun, all of which can contribute to the deterioration of the surface. Moss and algae can thrive in the damp, shaded areas, leading to potential damage over time. By scheduling regular driveway cleaning, you can prevent these contaminants from taking hold, thus avoiding costly repairs in the future.

Safety Considerations

A clean driveway is also a safer driveway. Moss and algae can create slippery surfaces, posing a risk for slips and falls. Regular cleaning eliminates these hazards, providing a safer environment for your family and visitors.

Benefits of Professional Driveway Cleaning in Lancashire

Expertise and Experience

When it comes to driveway cleaning, hiring professionals can save you time and ensure the job is done correctly. Professional driveway cleaning services in Lancashire have the experience and expertise to identify the specific needs of your driveway, whether it’s made of concrete, asphalt, or block paving.

Advanced Equipment and Techniques

Professional cleaners use state-of-the-art equipment and eco-friendly cleaning solutions to achieve superior results. High-pressure washing systems can effectively remove dirt, grime, and stubborn stains that traditional cleaning methods may not tackle. Additionally, professional services often utilize specialized techniques tailored to the type of driveway material, ensuring that your surface is cleaned without causing any damage.

Time and Cost Efficiency

While some homeowners might consider DIY cleaning, it can often be more time-consuming and less effective. Professionals can complete the job in a fraction of the time, allowing you to focus on other important tasks. Furthermore, by investing in professional driveway cleaning in Lancashire, you’re likely to save money in the long run by preventing damage that could require costly repairs.

How to Choose the Right Driveway Cleaning Service

Research and Reviews

When selecting a driveway cleaning service, it's essential to do your homework. Look for companies with positive reviews and testimonials from previous clients. Checking online ratings and asking for recommendations can help you find a reputable service provider in Lancashire.

Services Offered

Different companies may offer various services. Ensure that the provider you choose specializes in driveway cleaning and uses appropriate methods for your specific surface material. Additionally, inquire about the cleaning products they use to ensure they are eco-friendly and safe for your property.

Free Estimates

Most professional driveway cleaning services offer free estimates. Take advantage of this to compare prices and services. A reputable company will assess your driveway and provide a transparent quote without hidden fees.

Maintaining Your Driveway After Cleaning

Once you’ve invested in driveway cleaning in Lancashire, maintaining its cleanliness is crucial to preserving its appearance and functionality. Here are some tips to help you keep your driveway in top shape:

Regular Inspections

Conduct regular inspections of your driveway to identify any signs of damage or buildup. Look for cracks, oil stains, or areas where moss may be starting to grow. Early detection allows for timely cleaning and repairs, prolonging the life of your driveway.

Immediate Cleaning of Spills

If you notice any spills or stains, such as oil or food, clean them up immediately. The longer these substances sit on your driveway, the more challenging they can be to remove. Use a mild detergent and water to spot-clean areas as needed.

Seasonal Maintenance

Consider scheduling seasonal maintenance cleanings. Depending on the local climate in Lancashire, your driveway may require more frequent cleaning during certain times of the year. For example, after heavy rainfall or during autumn when leaves may accumulate, a quick clean can help prevent debris buildup.

Sealing Your Driveway

For certain driveway materials, applying a sealant after cleaning can provide an additional layer of protection against stains and weather damage. Consult with your driveway cleaning professional to determine if this is a suitable option for your driveway type.

Conclusion

In summary, investing in professional driveway cleaning in Lancashire is a smart decision for homeowners looking to enhance their property’s appearance and longevity. With the expertise and advanced techniques offered by professionals, you can enjoy a clean, safe driveway that complements your home. Regular maintenance will ensure that your driveway continues to look its best while protecting your investment for years to come.

Ready to transform your driveway? Contact us today for expert driveway cleaning services in Lancashire and experience the difference!

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Tree Felling Blackpool: The Importance of Professional Tree Surgeons

Trees are an essential part of our environment, providing us with numerous benefits. They offer us shade, and oxygen, and are homes to a variety of animals and birds. However, there are times when trees can pose a threat to human safety and property. In such situations, tree felling may be necessary. Tree felling is the process of cutting down a tree from its base, and it requires professional expertise to be carried out safely and efficiently. If you are in Blackpool and require tree felling services, Lancashire Tree Surgeons is your go-to company.

Why is Professional Tree Felling Important? Tree felling may seem like a straightforward process that anyone can undertake. However, it requires the expertise of a professional tree surgeon to ensure safety and efficiency. Attempting to fall a tree without the proper equipment, knowledge, and experience can result in serious injuries or property damage. A professional tree surgeon has the necessary equipment, training, and experience to carry out the task safely and efficiently. They also know to assess the tree's health and structural integrity before falling to minimize the risk of accidents.

The Importance of Hiring Lancashire Tree Surgeons for Tree Felling in Blackpool

Lancashire Tree Surgeons is a reputable and experienced tree-felling company serving Blackpool and the surrounding areas. We have a team of highly skilled and experienced tree surgeons who specialize in tree felling. We use the latest equipment and techniques to carry out the task safely and efficiently, ensuring minimal disruption to your property and the surrounding environment.

Our tree surgeons undergo extensive training and are certified by the relevant regulatory bodies. We are fully insured, meaning you can have peace of mind knowing that you are protected in the event of any accidents or damages. We also have an excellent safety record, and we adhere to strict safety protocols to ensure that both our team and your property are safe during the tree-felling process.

When you hire us for tree felling in Blackpool, we will begin by assessing the tree's health and structural integrity. We will then determine the best approach to take, taking into account the tree's size, location, and surrounding environment. We will also consider any potential hazards and take the necessary precautions to minimize the risk of accidents.

Our team will use the latest equipment and techniques to fill the tree safely and efficiently. We will also remove the tree stump and dispose of the debris, leaving your property clean and tidy.

Why Choose Lancashire Tree Surgeons for Tree Felling in Blackpool?

Experienced and certified tree surgeons Fully insured Excellent safety record Latest equipment and techniques Efficient and reliable service Competitive Pricing Clean and tidy workmanship

Conclusion Tree felling is an essential service that requires the expertise of a professional tree surgeon. Attempting to carry out the task without the necessary knowledge, equipment, and experience can result in serious injuries or property damage. If you are in Blackpool and require tree felling services, Lancashire Tree Surgeons is your go-to company. We have a team of highly skilled and experienced tree surgeons who specialize in tree felling. We use the latest equipment and techniques to carry out the task safely and efficiently, ensuring minimal disruption to your property and the surrounding environment. Contact us today for a free quote.

[eleven-times-lively]

The Fight

In which reader and Fred question their compatibility. 💕 masterpost

Summary: You and Fred haven’t been the same since the girls left for Hogwarts. Can you handle the new dynamic after eleven years? Word Count: 3654 Note: I am such a whore for angst so this is one of my favorite chapters so far lol. Thanks to Liv with help with some ideas! Sorry in advance for the cliffhanger, as this is the end of part 2!!! Enjoy!

Two weeks had passed since Cassie and Callie boarded the Hogwarts Express and left for school. Two weeks since you’d seen your little girls. Two weeks since you were surrounded by constant laughter and joy. Two weeks since things had felt normal.

You and Fred had gotten off to a fine start… that is if fine consists of uncomfortable silence and forced conversation. It was as if you’d forgotten how to be alone with each other. Eleven years of constant company can make a couple forget how to be, well, a couple. With each passing day you could feel a divide. Rather than a lovely time of peace, a rift between you and Fred was growing strong, vast, and cold. 

The first major fight happened just a day after the girls had left. One day and you were at each other’s throats. It would have been the twins’ second day of school, and house announcements had finally come around to family members.

“Freddie!” you shouted from the front door, “The girls’ house announcements are here!”

“‘Bout bloody time!” he shouted as he ran down the stairs. He scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the couch. You gave him a quick kiss before settling opposite him and tearing open the letter.

Your excited expression quickly fell as you read. Fred looked at you expectantly. “Calliope Molly Weasley,” you began, “has been placed in Ravenclaw.” You looked up at Fred with a halfhearted smile.

“Can’t say I didn’t see that coming,” Fred chuckled, “why are you upset, love?”

“Not upset, just… puzzled.” You paused a moment before continuing. “Cassiopeia Ginevra Weasley has been placed in Gryffindor.” You looked up at Fred, this time with a genuine smile on your face. However, there were cracks in your visage, waiting to split upon his reaction. 

“Yes!” he shouted, earning a puzzled glance from you. “Gryffindor! That’s my girl!” He was up from the couch, and quite literally, jumping with glee. However he faltered and paused for a moment. “Wait…” his words drew out from his mouth, as if the very sound disgusted him, “two separate houses?”

You looked up at him, unsure of how to precede. “Yeah,” you said just about a whisper. “I know it’ll be a tough adjustment, but if anyone can do it it’s our girls. I’m happy for them!” You were truly excited and extremely proud of your daughters, however you looked up and Fred didn’t seem to be sharing your feelings.

His face was flushed, save for a cherry red at the edges of his ears. He was breathing heavy, and honestly looked as if he was about to pass out. “Two… two,” he was stuttering in utter disbelief. “Two different houses,” he muttered as he brought himself to sit down on the chair next to the couch. His eyes were blank as he just stared straight ahead, incoherently muttering while he ran his hands through his hair. You only caught a few words in broken bits, which happened to be ‘twins’ ‘Gryffindor’ and ‘George’.

You stood up from your seat and crouched down next to him, gently rubbing his arm as you cocked an eyebrow up at him. He looked down at you, a shocked expression playing at his features. His face was contorted in such a way as if to perfectly convey his saying ‘why aren’t you shocked as well?’. 

“Two different houses,” he repeated, this time clearly, “They’re in two different houses, y/n.”

“Okay,” you began, this time your turn to flash a look of confusion, “and? Fred, they’ll be fine. If anything, this will be good for them.” You stood up and looked down at him.

“Good?!” he gasped as if you’d just told him the Hollyhead Harpies lost the cup. “How in the world could this be good, y/n?” He rose to his feet and took your hands in his, searching your face for even an ounce of a shared feeling.

Because, Fred…” you began, fighting the urge to roll your eyes and scoff at him, “they’ve been attached at the hip for eleven years, some separation will do them well.”

“But they need each other, y/n!” He looked at you as if you had ten heads. “Twins need one and other!” He was shouting, whether he realised it or not you weren’t sure.

“No Fred,” you continued, now annoyed, “they don’t. It will be good for them. They’ll have different classes, different friends, different experiences. They’ll get to make a life for themselves that isn’t dependent on each other! How in the world could you say this is bad!?” By the end, you were yelling… intentionally.

“But they need each other!” He repeated the same sentiment once again, still flashing the wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression of shock.

“I’m not having this argument if that’s all you can say, Weasley,” you did scoff this time and started to walk away when he finally spoke a different word.

“Y/n, wait.” He was rubbing his face with his hands. You walked back over to him and gave him a look that quite clearly showed how perturbed you were. He was shaking his head, almost holding back a laugh. “I know you don’t understand, love,” he began, noticing the expression of amused anger that played at your features, “but twins have a special… connection.” It was taking everything in you to not bust out laughing. “Especially at that young, I don’t know if they can handle this much separation being thrown at them all at once. I mean Georgie and I probably only survived Hogwarts because we had each other.”

Poor choice of words, Weasley. “Only because you had each other?” you spat.

Fred nodded his head innocently, not yet realising his mistake.

“Just the two of you? Not me? Not your girlfriend that you had for the majority of school?” You were yelling, genuinely hurt by his words.

“Merlin, y/n, you know that not what I meant!” he shouted back, a culmination of the misunderstanding and his confusion of the whole situation.

“No, Fred, I didn’t! I mean, when you’re sitting here rambling about twins and nonsense, how am I meant to think I was included in your distorted memory of Hogwarts?!”

“Y/n,” he began, cautiously even if he was still shouting, “I was just trying to tell you how important a sibling bond is! Especially that of twins! I mean, what’s wrong with you!”

You looked up at him, shocked and even more hurt, yet the daft idiot kept going.

“I know you don’t understand because your one brother is dead and the other you don’t even speak to!” He continued yelling, but stopped abruptly as his words, and immediately softened, “Y/n, I-”

Tears streamed down your face in a disparaging mix of emotions. “Save it, Fred. At least our girls won’t be living the fucked up utopia that you and George did! Constantly attached and only living for each other! At least they’ll have a sense of independence and can learn to grow apart from each other! Which… if you haven’t noticed… if something you and George never did!” You didn’t even give him a chance to speak, you just ran upstairs and slammed the bedroom door behind you. 

***

Never, ever go to bed angry. That fight was two weeks ago, and you still hadn’t fully recovered. Everytime you tried to bring it up to Fred, you were met with dodgy glances and fleeting responses. However, the two of you tried to carry on as normal with kisses, cuddles, and date nights. So now, two weeks without the girls, and you were dreading what was still to come. You sat up from the couch, slowly waking up from your nap, interest piqued by the lovely smells coming from the kitchen. You made your way to the kitchen where you found Fred cooking dinner. “Hi, love,” you muttered, still groggy.

“Hi, darling,” he responded, kissing your head as you walked past. “Date night,” he chirped, sounding only slightly interested. You just hummed in response. He nodded his head and went back to the pot before him as you took a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island.

“What’s for dinner, love?” you asked Fred.

“Oh, your favorite,” he said, turning and smiling at you. You only cocked an eyebrow in response. “Look, y/n, I feel bad. I messed up and then wouldn’t bother talking about it cause it was easier to ignore it than confront the issue. I’m sorry.” A blush crept on his face as he looked down at you, clearly slightly on edge.

“Thank you, Freddie. Means a lot.” You returned the smile up at him. “So,” you began, standing up and heading over to his place at the stove, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Lancashire stew, is it?” You smiled at him and looked down, peering into the pot. Your expression quickly fell to confusion as your gaze was met by a thick, orange substance.

“Um, no…” he drew out slowly, “pumpkin soup?” His words were more of a question than anything. “Your favorite dinner. Pumpkin soup.”

You removed your arm and turned to look up at him. Your mouth opened slightly as you flashed an incredulous look at him. “Fred I bloody hate pumpkin soup.”

“What?” He turned to you, utterly baffled.

“It has to be my least favorite thing in all of Wizardom. In fact, I hate anything pumpkin. Taste changed when I was pregnant, hated it ever since,” you expression quickly turned sullen and defeated. “Fred, you knew this.”

He looked down at you, mouth agape, unable to speak.

“Whatever,” you muttered, walking away. “Wouldn’t have expected you to remember anyway.”

“Y/n, wait,” he said, voice tense and clearly agitated. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well it seems that you’re at the store more and more, Fred,” you sighed. “I mean, how many times have I come home for the day, and you stay at the store for hours more?” You weren’t angry, just… tired. “You know what?” you began, “It’s okay, Freddie. I love you”

“No, y/n. I should have known that.” He was staring down at you, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “I have to be at the store to provide for us, love.”

“That’s a lie and you know it,” you stated, “Sometimes you’re home long after the store would’ve closed. Besides, Fred, we make plenty of money and you know that. You’d rather be with your toys than me.”

His heart broke. Seeing you so sad and defeated. Yet he couldn’t help the wave of hurt that came over him. “Toys?”, he asked.

“I mean that’s what everything in there is, isn’t it?” You crossed your arms, staring him up and down. 

“Y/n, you helped create half those products.” He cocked an eyebrow down at you, genuinely not sure if you meant what you had said. 

“Sure, Fred, because it’s a business. I don’t spend hours obsessing over it. I don’t spend hours testing and trying everything every day. I don’t spend hours thinking up products that probably won’t even make it to the shelf! I,” you paused, voice breaking, “I don’t spend more time in my store than I do with my husband.” Tears streamed down your face freely now, and you collapsed into Fred’s arms. 

“Is that how you really feel?” Fred murmured, guiding you over to the couch. You just nodded your head in response, trying to choke back a sob.  “Love, I-... I’m sorry.” There was a long moment of silence. Him holding you in his arms, shaking and sobbing as his own tears flowed as well. “I was never trying to be neglectful, y/n. Please, please know that. I… I just needed to get away I suppose. I mean not from you of course. Just… my mind. Being there with George, and sometimes alone, actually. I’d be distracted, focused on the store or a product, and not thinking,” he sighed, and the weight that came off his shoulders was almost tangible.

“But why was I not enough,” you whispered. “Why couldn’t I distract you? Be there for you?”

He took a deep breath in before continuing. “Cause you’re a reminder, y/n.” 

“Fred, what?”

“They look just like you, act like you, sound like you. Everytime I look like you, I see our girls. And, and it’s not just that y/n. I haven’t felt happy lately.” You looked up at him, a mixture of confusion and dread spreading across your face. “Not… not with our marriage. That’s… fine. I just… I don’t know,” his voice grew quiet and slow. He took a deep breath in, shaking as he went. “I just feel different, and I don’t know why. It’s not the same and I’m not… handling it, y/n.” He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. He pulled you into him closely, not letting go for anything. 

“Well let’s change that, Freddie,” you turned and looked up at him. You were met with his puffy, tear stained face adorned with a cocked eyebrow and upturned nose. “We’ll do something we can have fun and enjoy doing. Some of these rooms could use a new coat of paint.”

He gave you a soft smile, appreciative of your efforts. “Painting it is, then.” He stretched out to lay down on the couch, pulling you with him. The two of you drifted off into a relaxed sleep after a while, forgetting any responsibilities and settling in the feeling of normalcy… a connection that had been missing for weeks.

***

Fred groaned as he rolled over, waking up to the early morning sunshine flooding in through the window. He was met with cold sheets and an empty bed. He stood up, rubbing his eyes and stumbling into his slippers. He had a good morning stretch and wandered downstairs. He was met with you, standing at the bottom of the steps, staring up at him with bright eyes and a big smile. 

“Morning, love,” you said bounding over to him and jumping into his arms.

“Hey, y/n,” he said, chuckling lightly. He hugged you and wandered into the kitchen, where you already had his tea ready for him. “What’s this about, love?”

“Well,” you began, taking a seat across from him, “I figured we could paint today.”

He gave you a warm smile as he sipped his tea, fully waking up. After a while he stood, placing his hands on your hips. He looked down at you, smiling before placing a warm, sweet kiss on your lips. You reciprocated, humming into his touch. You separated and took a step back, staring up at your husband. Everything felt right, whole, complete for the first time in weeks. 

You guided him into the living room where you had the paints and supplies set up. “Well, here it is!” you chirped excitedly.

He chuckled, crouching down to examine the paints. “Which rooms are we doing, love?”

“I was thinking the kitchen, living room, and the front hallway.”

He nodded in approval, turning one of the jars over in his hands. His face contorted, features pinched tightly together. “Grey?” he asked, sounding perturbed and confused at the same time. 

“Yeah…” you responded, turning an eyebrow at him. 

“Beige?” he asked, lip upturned in disgust.

“Yes, Fred, what’s the issue?”

“So… boring,” he finally looked up at you, face shifted as if he smelled a horrible scent. “These aren’t real colors, y/n.”

“Real colors?” you chuckled, “pretty sure they are, Freddie.” You grabbed the grey and got to work on the living room wall.

“Wait,” he said, standing to meet you, “I mean no green, no red, not even a blue?”

“These are mature and modern, Fred. There’s nothing sophisticated about a primary color.

He scoffed at you, “Y/n we could have done an emerald green, and muted bluish grey, even a deep maroon. I’m not asking for Gryffindor red, here. But I’d rather not be suffocated by despair in my own home if that’s alright.”

“Bit over dramatic if you ask me, Fred,” you murmured, continuing your painting.

He rolled his eyes and got to work with the beige in the kitchen. After a while of heavy silence, his pettiness took over. “Hey, y/n,” he called out, walking over to you.

“Hmm?” You responded, now focused on the front hallway. He crossed over to the finished living room wall, holding up in paintbrush. “I think this grey is a bit too flashy, don’t you think, love?” You turned and looked at him just as he spread a stripe of beige onto the fresh, grey wall. “This dull enough for you?” He flashed an indignant look before smirking and returning to his work. 

You stood there, mouth agape, not sure how to react. So, doing what any reasonable adult would do, you walked over to him and painted a grey stripe on his beige wall.  He just rolled his eyes and kept going, unfazed. You huffed and walked away, leaving him smirking. 

***

Over the next weeks the tension between you and Fred continued to grow. Every day there was either a petty spat, or an exchanged that would leave one of you defeated and disappointed. 

One day you were in Wizarding Paris gathering some supplies and Fred decided to plan a surprise for your return. You came home to a trail of red rose petals from the doorway into the center of the house, where whole roses were tossed about and Fred was standing in a suit with soft music in the background. You were absolutely enamored, until he made the comment, “I know red roses are your favorite, so I had mother help me gather as many as we could find.” 

You stood hesitating for a moment, “Fred my favorite is a peach rose, not red.” You stared up at him, tears from a mix of joy and sadness pricking at your eyes, “Fred they were our wedding flowers.” You tried to brush it off and enjoy the night, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you and Fred were starting to lose touch. The night ended with him getting upset over you not enjoying the surprise and not being appreciative of his efforts, even when he tried. 

Another time you and Fred were in the store, planning for the release of a collaborative collection with Madam Malkins. You had rescheduled a development meeting without telling him, hoping to get some of your designs past Fred. This led to months of sly, petty plays between the two of you. Whether it be one of you not showing up to work, or not restocking a product, or not counting the days galleons, you and Fred were finding new ways to mess with each other. 

The new, dangerous dynamic finally came to a head just before the girls would be returning for Christmas break. You were in the backyard gardens, tending to the various year-round plants and dusting snow off of the decor. Unbeknownst to you, Fred was creeping up behind you, a snowball in hand. He tried to hold in a laugh as he hurled the snowball, hitting you square in the back.

“Fred!”, you shrieked, turning to face him. Your face was beat red as your nostrils flared.

He was laughing until he saw your face. “Merlin, love, did I hurt you?”

“What? No. But what the bloody hell was that for?”, you helped, throwing your arms up in question at him. 

“I-... it’s… snowball fight?” He rubbed his hands together, both out of nerves and a defense against the cold. 

You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath as you turned back to your work.

“You know what?”, he began in a terse tone that compelled you to face him once again. “Enough, y/n. I’ve had enough.”

“Pardon?”

“I miss having fun, y/n! We used to be a happy and fun couple! We went out with friends, we got into trouble! We. Had. Fun! And now we live in this… this fucking charade! Are we even happy with each other?!” He yelled, face growing increasingly red as he turned and went inside.

You followed him in, slamming the door behind you. “Having fun!?”, you retorted, screaming as well, “Fred, you git, we’re thirty five years old with two kids!! There is no fun anymore, just parenting and real life shit!”

“And that’s exactly what’s wrong, y/n!” he yelled back, “This horrible attitude! Ever since you had those kids you’ve… changed! Changed into someone I don’t even recognize anymore!” Tears began to stream down his face at the utterance of his final sentence.

His words made you cry as well. “Those kids?! Fred Weasley they are your daughters, too! And think about how I feel! The fact that you haven’t changed! You’re still witty and crafty and energetic, and Fred I just can’t keep up with you anymore!! We aren’t in Hogwarts anymore, our children are, so you need to drop this childish attitude and fast!”

“What about our entire relationship that was built on wit and energy and childish fun?!”, he shot back, voice breaking, “All of the jokes and laughter, doesn’t that mean anything to you anymore!?? It’s what bonds us together, and now you just want to leave it behind like it isn’t what made us fall in love!”

“Are we even in love anymore?! I loved you for your wit and intelligence and creativity, yes, but those can be applied elsewhere! Stop acting like a child and act like the adult you’re supposed to be!” “You aren’t my partner in crime anymore. You aren’t the same woman I fell in love with. I want a divorce.” And with that he apparated away into the succumbing abandon of the wizarding world.

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Special Delivery

Fabio and I sample an English delicacy, and I make him an offer he might refuse...

Word Count 2500

No warnings, just a little fluffiness. If you want on or off the taglist let me know x

5 A Proposition

The next day I spent being kind to myself, and went to the other house to do some gardening. Spending time weeding and tidying up helped me ground myself and clear my mind. I practised my Tai Chi on the lawn that Martin had cut the day before. The sky was overcast but it was warm and still. I only went into the house to have a bite to eat at lunchtime, when my phone dinged with an incoming message.

Okay to talk? Sue’s out for a while. Did your new friend get handsy? I rolled my eyes at Martin’s text, and called him.

‘Hi Martin, my virtue is intact. He did hug me though – I lost it big time in Mum’s bedroom, blubbed like a baby.’

‘Did he try and cop a feel? Is he there right now giving you a foot massage?’ Martin asked, his tone making it plain he meant more than he said.

‘Of course not. I’m alone - all he did was comfort me, and any touching was entirely appropriate. You’re so suspicious of Fabio.’

‘I’m helping you keep your feet on the ground.’ He asserted ‘How long is he going to be about?’ I sighed.

‘I know he’s going back to Argentina at some point, but I’m prepared. It’s just a bit of fun.’

‘Not yet it isn’t. Or did he try it on later? Did you wake up alone or did he invite himself into your bed?’

‘Of course not – I drove him back to his place so he could go to work.’

‘There’s a ‘but’ hovering there, Lisa. Come on, spill the beans.’

‘He – he kind of kissed me.’ I heard Martin tutting but I went on before he could interrupt. ‘On the cheek, but he said he’d like – well he’d said he’d act like a brother, but before he got out of the car he said he’d like to be more than that.’

‘Well he’s a fast mover.’ Martin grunted. ‘Keep your legs crossed and your knickers on next time you see him. I take it you are seeing him again?’

‘We’ve not made plans, but he does want to take me out for a meal.’

‘Hmm, well that’s surprisingly chaste, but remember if a guy takes you out to eat he usually expects something in return.’ He paused for a moment ‘Sue’s back – you keep in touch, I’m going to be checking up on you regularly. I don’t want you with a sack over your head in the back of a van and whisked off to some shady brothel in South America.’

‘Make your mind up, last time you said he was a serial killer, not a pimp. You have an overactive imagination.’

‘Someone has to - gotta go – bye!’ I shook my head as I tucked my phone into my pocket. I decided to go home and do some last minute packing before the removal men arrived the next day. Halfway through the afternoon my phone dinged again. This time it was Fabio messaging me.

How are you today?

Good, thanks. Big move tomorrow

I know. Need help?

I sat down on the couch by the window and called him, feeling a little thrill as I heard his voice.

‘Hi Fabricio, thanks for texting. Are you working tonight?’ I thought he might be, but perhaps he would be free, and we could go out to eat. It was worth a try.

‘Yes, but only until eleven o’clock. Do you want company?’

‘I’ll probably be asleep then.’ I said, disappointed. He sighed and I could feel the same emotion in his voice. ‘I’ll call you if I can’t sleep.’ I said rashly. Why had I said that? I asked myself. The truth was, I wanted to see him again, and I missed him – his smile, his imperfect English, his accent, his little jokes. Martin’s warnings just went straight over my head. Something told me I could trust Fabio.

‘Yes’. he said. ‘any time.’

‘But not when you’re working.’

‘No, then I fall off my bike.’ he laughed

‘I don’t want you to end up in hospital.’ There was a short silence. ‘What time do you start work?’

‘At five’ I threw my head back and looked at the ceiling. It was half past three already. The next day I would be busy, and he would probably have a long shift as the weekend kicked off and folk ordered Pizza before going out clubbing, or afterwards when they staggered home drunk. I took my courage in my hands.

‘Do you have time for a cup of tea?’

‘Yes, I come.’ He rang off suddenly and I stared at the phone until the screen shut down. I jumped violently as there was a knock at the window just behind me and I turned to see him grinning at me and waving, a paper bag in his hand. I got up, cursing silently as I was still in the clothes I wore when I was decorating or cleaning. The thought that he had been planning to visit anyway came to me.

‘How did you get here so fast?’ I demanded as I opened the door. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek as he stepped inside.

‘I was close.’ he explained ‘I went for a walk, and found the baker’s shop.’ He waved the bag at me. ‘I have something called Eccles cakes. The woman there told me they are very English.’

‘Oh yummy, I like Eccles cakes.’

‘I hope they are scrumptious.’ he smiled. ‘We have them with tea?’

‘Oh yes, Eccles cakes need something to wash them down with, they’re quite sweet.’ I went to the kitchen to boil the kettle and he followed, leaving the bag on the dining table. He leaned on the door frame as I got the cups out.

‘You are well today?’ he asked. ‘Happy – no crying?’

‘No crying, and I decided to stay in my mothers house. Perhaps I can take a lodger, or perhaps I’ll meet the right man and have children. I’ll make more happy memories there.’

‘That’s good.’ he smiled as I got plates out for the Eccles cakes. He disappeared for a moment and came back with the paper bag, opening it up and peering inside inquisitively at the round pastries.

‘Okay, so this isn’t cake as such – it’s pastry, but inside are currants.’ I explained, and tapped away on my smartphone to look up the translation ‘grosellas – lots of them.’

‘Oh. They are big and very sweet. Lots of energy for me – and for you.’ I felt my face go a little hot thinking of how we might expend energy together, and busied myself with putting them out on the plates. I decided we should sit at the table to eat, as the pastry was delicate and would drop lots of crumbs.

‘Eccles is a place further south in Lancashire – near Manchester.’ I explained ‘In the past, they could only be made in that town, but now anyone can make them and call them Eccles cakes.’

‘You have been to Eccles?’ he asked as he picked it up and looked at it.

‘No, but I went to University in Manchester.’ He took a bite through the thin pastry and into the currant filling, and chewed it thoughtfully. ‘Nice.’ he said through his mouthful, and took a gulp of tea. A plan was formulating in my mind, and it made my stomach churn – or was it the Eccles cake?

‘How was work? Were you very busy?’

‘Not so much. It gets busy tomorrow and the day after. You know, the weekend.’ I nodded.

‘Do you have any days off?’

‘Yes’ he grinned ‘Sunday and Monday. Would you…’ he hesitated ‘Would you like to spend some time with me? Perhaps we go walking again?’ I was glad I was sitting down, as I could feel something inside me melting, and I couldn’t help smiling back at him.

‘Yes Fabricio, I’d like that. I’ll call you when I’ve finished moving house – if not tomorrow, the day after.’ He narrowed his eyes at me.

‘I call you tomorrow.’ he asserted. ‘We just talk.’ I felt my cheeks redden again, and took a bite of my Eccles cake. We ate quietly for a while, just enjoying each others’ company, and my idea carried on forming in my mind – one that started to make me feel dizzy.

‘How are your digs?’ I asked. He made a face.

‘Okay I guess. Big enough. But sometimes the other people are noisy when I sleep’

‘What’s the rent like?’ I asked ‘Pizza delivery can’t pay much’ He finished eating his mouthful.

‘Okay, I tell you.’ He said, gesturing in mid air. ‘I came to model in Spain. A company I hadn’t heard of, but I needed the work. They got into trouble and they can’t pay me yet. So I decided to find somewhere different to stay – you know, the pin in the map. When they pay me, I can look for more work.’

‘Oh. So are you making much right now?’

‘Not really, but it’s okay.’ he shrugged. ‘I miss home, but there are lots of summer shoots coming in Europe. I need enough for the air fare and a little more.’

‘Summer? I asked.

‘You know, the companies bring out their summer clothes, but they have to shoot in winter. I wear summer shirts and shorts, but it’s cold.’ I drew a deep breath.

‘The house I’m moving into – it’s bigger.’ I started. He looked at me expectantly, ‘Although I’ll eventually be renting out this place, I was thinking of taking in a lodger to make a little money until then.’ I paused, taking a deep breath. ‘Would you – Fabio, would you like to stay with me?’ His face lit up.

‘Stay with a real English woman in an English house? With you?’ he said ‘Of course – but are you sure? You don’t want to have the place to yourself? I have to go to work still.’

‘Oh, well either I can run you into town or you can get a bus or a taxi, but if the flat’s better for that…’

‘No, no, I like to stay with you. I will pay you.’

‘That would be okay – but not so much as you’re paying now, to make it worthwhile for you, or if you like you can just help pay the bills.’ In my mind I could hear Martin’s voice as he told me it was all a mistake and I’d regret it. But I pushed it to the back of my mind.

‘Lisa, you make me happy. I want to learn about what it is to be English. We will have fun together, yes?’  His face glowed with happiness and my stomach churned, and not because of the pastry and currants.

‘I guess so, but after next week I’ll be running my classes. But yes, we’ll do some fun things.’ Inside I was going hot and cold wondering what I had just done – but I wanted to take a chance and do something exciting for a change. I had always been cautious and taken few risks in life. Perhaps now that my parents had passed on I felt a little more free to do things I wanted to, I told myself. He sat down again, grinning widely.

‘I wait until you say I can come. The flat – Mario always has people who need somewhere to stay. He will be fine with me moving out. I had to pay extra to have it to myself. I need my beauty sleep.’ He winked at his joke.  

‘So that’s the secret of your success?’ I quipped. ‘Perhaps I should get more sleep, and I’ll soon be walking down the Paris catwalks’ He smiled.

‘Is not easy, you know. I have to be careful. If I want to work, no more chips, no more Eccles cakes.’

‘Well I can’t do that. I guess I’ll never be on the cover of a fashion magazine.’ I sighed in mock sorrow.

‘I go to the gym tomorrow, work hard.’ he said.

‘Hmm.’ I pondered ‘I have a lot of gardening that needs to be done, perhaps that would be a good workout too.’

‘It will be my pleasure.’ he bowed his head. ‘Perhaps I also run to work.’

‘Maybe, no need to pay for expensive gym machines,’ He looked at me expectantly, and suddenly I wondered what ideas he had about staying with me, and I knew Martin would have a field day telling me I was treading on dangerous ground.

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As I had promised, I was indeed in bed at eleven that night, but I lay awake wondering if I had made the right choice. It had all happened so fast, and had I known nothing about my new housemate, maybe I wouldn’t be in the same situation. But I knew him from his Instagram profile, and it seemed a safe bet that someone with a public persona like his was legit. My gut told me he was exactly how he presented himself, and posed no threat to me. I wondered what my mother or my father would have said had they known, but I came up with a blank. They were of their age, and foreigners were looked on with suspicion. I tried balancing that out with them wanting me to be happy, but I couldn’t work it all out.

I jumped as I heard an unfamiliar noise at the window. It came again – a sharp little tap. Ginger, sitting at the foot of the bed, sat up and hissed, his fur standing on end. I wrapped my dressing gown around me and went to the window to look out, as the sound came again. I discovered that the cause was someone throwing stones up from the street below, and I saw Fabio’s face lifted up to the window. I threw it open and leaned out carefully.

‘Fabio, what are you doing?’ I hissed, not wanting to alert the neighbours.

‘I come to see you.’ he called in a low voice. ‘This is the last time I can do this. You move tomorrow.’ I saw him grin lopsidedly. ‘It is romantic, no?’

‘Fabio.’ I scolded, ‘you said like a brother’ He shrugged, and I realised he’d been drinking.

‘I’m sorry senora,’ he whispered, ‘I think of you too much,’

‘Go home, Fabio. Sleep it off’

‘But senora...’ he pleaded.

‘When was the last time anyone said no to you?’ He looked taken aback. ‘Really, I’m not letting you in. You’ve been drinking and I only met you a few days ago’ He swayed a little.

‘Okay, I go’ he said in defeat. I sighed in exasperation.

‘You’ll thank me tomorrow. Just ring me when you get back, don’t drink any more.’ I watched him turn and walk away before I closed the window and got back into bed, Ginger looking at me oddly as I settled down. Iwondered what he thought of it all before I drifted off to sleep.

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Key Individuals and the Pilgrimage of Grace

The Pilgrimage of Grace was the largest threat to Henry VIII’s reign: partly because it contained several nobles who were meant to help Henry. This post will outline a few individuals involved. 

Lord Hussey was, with his cousin, associated with the Pilgrimage of Grace regarding the laws, rather than any actual participation, leading to his execution. He was once a close friend with Henry, accompanying him to the ‘Field of the Cloth of Gold’ in 1520, signing a petition to get Henry’s divorce and giving evidence of Catherine and Arthur’s marriage in court--however this is no protection. He was put in charge of Mary and his allegiance wavered, and he is reported by Chapyus to be in favour of a national uprising if Charles V invaded, his wife was arrested for calling Mary a princess, and he begged not to be sat in Reformation Parliament (though Cromwell forced him to do so). 

When the Pilgrimage of Grace came about, he was threatened with physical violence by the rebels, but he refused, and instead kept sending the king their letters. However, when asked to repress the rebellion by Henry, Hussey did nothing. He was summoned to Windsor for this, where he wrote a letter to Darcy asking him to secure the ‘traitor’ Aske. Though he initially was released, he came again under suspicion, and was convicted with Lord Darcy--his option way out being naming others involved, which he could not do due to his ignorance to the situation. Though Hussey was technically neutral, his inability to stop the revolt flew against him leading to his execution in 1537. Once his execution was confirmed, he cancelled the debts of those who were indebted to him.

Lord Darcy appeared to be more clear about his allegiance: not Henry. He ended a friendship with Wolsey believing only the Papacy had matrimonial authority, and discussed English invasion with Charles V, leading to him being forced to stay in London for five years, likely making him more bitter when he returned up North a year before the Pilgrimage of Grace. He told Henry of the uprisings and asked to be removed to Pontefract castle: he was meant to protect it, but very quickly ‘lost’ it to Robert Aske, sooner than its strength warranted. He spoke to Aske and joined them, swearing the Pilgrimage Oath, noting it didn’t blame Henry, but his mates.

He didn’t lead, but sent soldiers and marks of support, including the five-wounds banner.  Like Hussey, he appealed to not be in the Parliament on account of ‘illness’. Though he partly helped with suppression of it’s aftershock in January 1537, he was summoned to be given ‘thanks’ by Henry, though actually was arrested.  He famously said to Cromwell in prison: "Cromwell, it is thou that art the very original and chief causer of all this rebellion and mischief...though thou wouldst procure all the noblemen's heads within the realm to be stricken off, yet shall there one head remain that shall strike off thy head.”

Earl of Northumberland, Henry Percy, lived a dangerous life...by that, I mean an affair with Anne Boleyn. Though seemed to redeem himself in 1536 when he was a part of the judges which condemned the Queen to death, tormenting him so much that he became terribly ill and collapsed once her death was pronounced. That very year also held the pilgrimage of Grace. His ill health meant he could not take part in this rebellion if he wanted too, which is likely pretty good, since his brothers who did take part, Thomas and Ingram, were arrested, the former being hung drawn and quartered (considered a martyr by many now), the latter died in the Tower of London. His bad health also, to his own word, prevented him from taking military action against the rebellion. 

Aske actually had come to Castle to try to gain his support, or else Percy’s life would be in danger. Henry Percy refused, saying that he didn’t care, death would be welcome--'he fell in weeping, ever wishing himself out of the world’. Aske sent him to York to protect the Earl from his furious followers, who wanted to behead him. However, he did give up his castle, legally and formally, so Aske could direct the rebellion from there. Henry Percy died on 29th June 1537.

Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Howard (uncle of Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard) was sent North to help suppress the rebellion due to his shared command of the King's forces with the Earl of Shrewsbury. Being Roman Catholic, they hoped they would trust him more. Thomas Darcy, Robert Constable and Francis Bigod  negotiated with him, he initially asked for them to give up Aske peacefully, but they rejected that. Norfolk returned to London, suggesting the king should offer pardon, disband rebels, then punish the leaders easier. Henry did so. He avoided battle by promising a general pardon and a Parliament in York…which never occurred, leading to a relapse in the rebellion the following year, and Howard carried out a brutal retribution due to this. Bigod’s rebellion was met with 4,000 men from Aske and Howard’s forces, since Aske had been accused of betrayal. 

After, Robert Aske, Darcy and Constable were asked by the Duke of Norfolk to return to London to be given Thanks by the King for helping to put down the Bigod rebellion. When they arrived they were arrested, sent to the Tower, tried, and ended up executed.

Lord Dacre was part of the squad that condemned Anne of adultery and incest, despite being a teen. He also dispatched 200 soldiers in the fight against the rebels in the Pilgrimage of Grace, which was quickly disbanded, and also formed part of the group that tried the rebels, including Lord Darcy. In the end, he was executed for a murder he had nothing to do with after illegally goin on someone else’s land.

Robert Aske worked briefly for Henry Percy, and later became a lawyer, associated with the Star Chamber. He was captured by Lincolnshire rebels, and agreed to use his lawyer skills to help them: write up their letters and demands which blamed not the king, but his advisors and leaders, as Moorhouse explained, "Robert Aske never wavered in his belief that a just and well-ordered society was based upon a due recognition of rank and privilege, starting with that of their anointed prince, Henry VIII." Aske returned to Yorkshire, ready to start a Pilgrimage of Grace. In a few days, 40,000 men had risen in the East Riding and were marching on York. They swore the Pilgrimage of Grace oath, and Aske published a declaration obliging "every man to be true to the king's issue, and the noble blood, and preserve the Church of God from spoiling".

Robert Aske and his rebels entered York on 16th October. It is estimated that Aske now led an army that numbered 20,000. Then they went to Pontrefract. Then Lancashire. Then Durham, Westmorland, Northumberland and Cumberland. Here, they got monks and an abbot to return to a closed abbey, and Henry ordered them to be hung without trial. Aske is praised as a good leader. Only one fellow was killed, and he showed force, but not violence, and refused to move South, for his point was of the North, how the North should have a say, and a few of those demands, such as removing Cromwell, not Henry. Then Howard came up North, asked for Aske, got rejected, and came up with the promise of peace, and invited Aske to London.

Robert Aske spent the Christmas holiday with Henry at Greenwich Palace. When they first met Henry told Aske: "Be you welcome, my good Aske; it is my wish that here, before my council, you ask what you desire and I will grant it." Aske replied: "Sir, your majesty allows yourself to be governed by a tyrant named Cromwell. Everyone knows that if it had not been for him the 7,000 poor priests I have in my company would not be ruined wanderers as they are now." Henry gave the impression that he agreed with Aske about Thomas Cromwell and asked him to prepare a history of the previous few months. To show his support he gave him a jacket of crimson silk.

While this occured, Sir Francis Bigod complained of Aske and Darcy betraying the Pilgrimage of Grace, and started his own rebellion. Aske and Howard joined forces of 4000 to crush this. He was asked back to London, where he was charged with renewed conspiracy after pardon. It was Cromwell, ironically, who questioned him, with 107 written questions. Not only was he unable to lie, but he was unable to hide the truth, he was damn honest! He confessed to his huge involvement in the Pilgrimage of Grace. Still, Cromwell twisted a letter of Aske telling his followers to stay home and not join Bigod’s forces into a case of preventing his followers from joining the King’s army, thus still supporting Bigod. On market day in York, he was dragged through streets, and hung from chains off Clifford’s Tower.

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That Was the Year That Was – 1916

Monarch – George V

Prime Minister – H. H. Asquith (Coalition) (until 5 December), David Lloyd George (Coalition) (starting 6 December)

The Battle of the Somme: 141 days of horror

Battle of the Somme: More than one million soldiers die; with 57,470 British Empire casualties on the first day, 19,240 of them killed, the British Army’s bloodiest day; the Accrington Pals battalion is effectively wiped out in the first few minutes. The immediate result is tactically inconclusive.

The Battle of the Somme, fought in northern France, was one of the bloodiest of World War One. For five months the British and French armies fought the Germans in a brutal battle of attrition on a 15-mile front.

The aims of the battle were to relieve the French Army fighting at Verdun and to weaken the German Army. However, the Allies were unable to break through German lines. In total, there were over one million dead and wounded on all sides.

The Allies bombarded German trenches for seven days and then sent 100,000 men over the top to attack the German lines.

The day was a disaster for the British. The Germans weathered the artillery fire in deep trenches and came up fighting. As the British soldiers advanced, they were mown down by machine gun and rifle fire. In total, 19,240 British soldiers lost their lives. It was the bloodiest day in the history of the British army. However, the French had more success and inflicted big losses on German troops. In spite of heavy British losses, Douglas Haig, the British general, agreed to continue the attack.

The home towns which provided the volunteers for General Kitchener’s “Pal’s battalions” were hit hardest. The 11th East Lancashire battalion was known as the Accrington Pals. Of the 720 men who went into action on 1 July, 584 became casualties. Although they were still behind the war effort, people at home wore black arm bands to commemorate those who had lost their lives.

UK Conscription: the First World War

Your Country Needs You

Within a year of Great Britain declaring war on Germany in August 1914, it had become obvious that it was not possible to continue fighting by relying on voluntary recruits.

Lord Kitchener’s campaign – promoted by his famous "Your Country Needs You" poster – had encouraged over one million men to enlist by January 1915. But this was not enough to keep pace with mounting casualties.

Conscription introduced

The government saw no alternative but to increase numbers by conscription – compulsory active service. Parliament was deeply divided but recognised that because of the imminent collapse of the morale of the French army, immediate action was essential.

In January 1916 the Military Service Act was passed. This imposed conscription on all single men aged between 18 and 41, but exempted the medically unfit, clergymen, teachers and certain classes of industrial worker.

Conscientious objectors – men who objected to fighting on moral grounds– were also exempted, and were in most cases given civilian jobs or non-fighting roles at the front.

A second Act passed in May 1916 extended conscription to married men.

Conscription was not applied to Ireland because of the 1916 Easter Rising, although in fact many Irishmen volunteered to fight.

Effects of conscription

Conscription was not popular and in April 1916 over 200,000 demonstrated against it in Trafalgar Square. Although many men failed to respond to the call-up, in the first year 1.1 million enlisted.

In 1918 during the last months of the war, the Military Service (No. 2) Act raised the age limit to 51.

Conscription was extended until 1920 to enable the army to deal with continuing trouble spots in the Empire and parts of Europe.

During the whole of the war conscription had raised some 2.5 million men.

munitions factory explosion at Uplees near Faversham, Kent, kills 108 men

That morning, Major Aston Cooper-Key, His Majesty’s Inspector of Explosives, travelled to Kent to make an inspection of the privately owned factory at Uplees, which was then working flat-out in the wake of the shell crisis of 1915. The complex, so the inspector noted, was in “a very congested state”, the Ministry of Munitions having sent supplies “much in excess of the requirements of the works”. Of special concern were the quantities of TNT and ammonium nitrate – these were combined at the plant to produce amatol, for use in shells and bombs – packed into magazines or, when the buildings were full, left out in the open and protected with tarpaulins of green canvas. Still, such congestion was to be expected, and at least the Explosives Loading Company, which ran the plant, was not shirking out here on the marshes. Cooper-Key declared himself satisfied with the general condition of the factory, and left to file his report.

It seems the major had not noticed, in the course of his inspection, the pile of empty TNT bags tucked against the north wall of building no 833: a brick-and-timber structure filled with 150 tonnes of high explosive. In the early hours of Sunday 2 April, soldiers and civilian guards made their usual rounds of darkened sheds and silent machinery, and came across an incipient fire between the TNT store and a nearby boiler house. It had been caused by sparks from a chimney fitted with an inadequate arrester. The fire was put out, and around seven o’clock the working day began. We must assume the unseen arc and fall of another spark occurred late in the morning, in bright sunshine, and this time it reached the pile of bags, impregnated with TNT dust. It was shortly after noon when the foreman of a local contractor, having spotted the first flames, put his head in at the door of the canteen and said: “You are sitting here enjoying yourselves, but if you don’t look out you will have one of your buildings alight.”

The manager George Evetts had left the factory at noon for his home in Uplees, and was sitting down to his midday meal when the news reached him. He started back at once along the lane to the main gate, and called for the fire brigade to be sent. At building 833, 30 or 40 men were engaged with buckets and chemical extinguishers. Their efforts were having little or no effect. At half past 12 a fire engine arrived, but the nearest hydrant was 700 yards away; the firemen would have to wait for an additional hose.

In the meantime the most urgent task was to remove as much explosive as possible from 833 and surrounding buildings, and to drench with buckets what could not be moved. Sparks had begun to fall on another storehouse; a soldier, Private Wiltshire, clambered on to the roof to extinguish them, flinging himself flat to avoid heat and smoke from 833. A young firefighter, Steve Epps, recalled: “The stuff inside the shed was already alight … One old chap – he could see I was a bit nervy – he said: ‘That won’t go off unless it’s detonated, old chap.’ I said: ‘Right, I feel safe enough.’” Some of the workers present later reported they had noticed now some change in the nature and appearance of the fire; Evetts, standing 40 yards away, thought he saw a puff of dense black smoke as he turned in the direction of 833. Epps was closer to the heart of things: “We’d just got the water on it, and up she went.”

The explosion at Uplees, which killed 108 people and injured many more, was not the first nor the last such disaster at a munitions factory during the war. Nor was it even a unique occurrence that year on the outskirts of Faversham, though it was certainly the most deadly. (In the autumn of 1916, four women were killed at an adjacent factory. Only men had been present on 2 April – the “canary girls” had Sundays off.) Accounts of the day’s events, and the aftermath, survive in Cooper-Key’s report to the Home Office, and in oral histories recorded decades later. In writing about the explosion and its radiance or ramification in the land and in memory, I have tried to stay close to this minute-by-minute testimony. But I have had to reckon also with the half-mythic and evanescent nature of such an event; at times the story has seemed as porous as the landscape in which it happened.

The description of explosions is really a matter of before and after, it proving so difficult to inhabit the appalling moment itself, though there are notable exceptions, such as Hemingway and Ford Madox Ford. There exists, for example, a minor literature regarding gunpowder and munitions factories, with accounts of such places appearing in Victorian magazines such as Dickens’s Household Words. During the first world war, Arthur Conan Doyle and Rebecca West were invited to report on the Ministry of Munitions factory (unnamed in their articles) at Gretna. West, who is keen to note the diligence, grace and bravery of the women workers, also remarks that such a secret place, devoted to nothing but death, “has the disordered and fantastic quality of a dream”. In the case of Kent, the most resonant treatment of the county’s centuries-long romance with the chemistry of death came later, and in fiction. In Russell Hoban’s 1980 novel Riddley Walker, with its demotic Joycean dialect, post-apocalyptic Kent is in thrall to the ghost of an awful energy once loosed upon the land: “that cleverness what made us crookit”.

In the aftermath of 2 April 1916, men plunged into drainage dykes to retrieve the dying and the dead; they threw timbers from ruined buildings across the sea of mud surrounding the crater, and pulled their comrades, or what was left of them, from the ooze. Some stood up within the circle of destruction to find they were naked and almost unharmed, but the men beside them blown to pieces. Others had died 100 yards away, victims of flying debris or the blast wave’s capriciousness.

Epps, blown into a dyke and half-buried under shattered timbers, was the only survivor of his group of seven firemen. Evetts also lived; deafened and with most of his clothes blown off, he climbed with another manager on to the roof of a burning magazine building, and soldiers passed them up buckets till the fire was out. In his report, Cooper-Key notes with absurd sobriety: “Their gallantry is much to be commended.” The number of dead was first put at 106. Most were buried in a mass grave at Faversham cemetery, the Archbishop of Canterbury presiding. A week later, another body was discovered in a ditch. An ambulance driver who had helped gather the dead returned home to the village of Doddington, lay awake all night, then rose on Monday morning and hanged himself.

The explosion had been heard on the French coast. Dinner tables shook on the outskirts of London, and plate-glass windows shattered on the seafronts of Essex. The cross was said to have fallen from the altar at St Peter’s church, Shoebury. From the seed of a small agitation of the air, here at the darkened edge of England, destruction and the news of destruction hurried over the flat land. If you walk this summer through the nature reserve surrounding the place where building 833 stood – nothing there but a shallow declivity of the ground – you will find the dykes are filled with weed, so they look almost solid. And if you crouch towards the water, clouds of pond skaters teem on the surface, which remains unmoved till you stand and cast a shadow on the ditch, causing the insects to panic, sending countless ripples through the water, speeding across the flat green plain.

English civilian ferry captain Charles Fryatt is executed at Bruges

Charles Fryatt: The man executed for ramming a U-Boat?

The name Charles Fryatt is memorialised from New Zealand to Canada. Yet he was tried, convicted and executed as a "terrorist". A century on, Captain Fryatt’s case is still debated by legal experts. But why would a merchant ship’s commander ever try ramming a U-boat?

"I don’t think he set out to be a hero," says Louise Gill. "I think he set out to look after his crew, his men and women, and trying to avoid capture."

Gill is the great-granddaughter of Fryatt who, in March 1915, attempted to ram a prowling German U-boat with his 1902-built passenger ferry, the Great Eastern Railway-owned SS Brussels.

Ordered to stop by submarine U-33 near the Maas lightvessel off the Dutch coast, Fryatt – born in Southampton and raised in Harwich – saw the German U-boat surface.

It was his third such encounter with a U-boat that month.

Believing it was being readied to torpedo his ship, Fryatt ordered full steam ahead and tried to ram the U-boat head on, forcing it to crash-dive. The SS Brussels managed to escape and Fryatt was awarded a gold watch by the Admiralty.

But 15 months later his ship was cornered by five German destroyers shortly after setting sail from the Hook of Holland. Fryatt, his crew and passengers were taken to an internment camp near Berlin.

Fryatt was then taken away to Bruges to stand trial on charges of being franc-tireur – a civilian engaged in hostile military activity.

His gold watch from the Admiralty was used as evidence against him and he was accused of sinking the German submarine – despite U-33 still being in active service.

The hearing, sentence and execution by firing squad all took place on the same day, 27 July.

Fryatt had earlier told his captors he had done his duty to protect his crew but, according to press reports at the time, was not allowed to speak at his trial.

His death was to have propaganda value for both sides, says Mark Baker, a Fryatt memorabilia collector who is organising an exhibition commemorating the centenary of his execution.

For the Germans, the execution of Fryatt was a case of justice served.

For the British, says Baker, Fryatt’s execution was both an outrage and a useful springboard for recruitment and swaying international opinion against Germany.

"In 1916," he says, "people were starting to become a bit war weary and recruitment had become conscription.

"His death came at the right time for the government which used the case of Fryatt to show how ghastly the ‘Hun’ were."

The name "Fryatt" was also written on shells fired at the Germans.

The Fryatt case was also seized upon by Irish nationalists who accused the British government of hypocrisy.

If the British government was outraged at the execution of a civilian committing an act of war, the nationalists argued, how could they condone such executions in Ireland?

Mr Baker, whose exhibition takes place at the Masonic Hall in Harwich (where Fryatt himself was once a member), said: "I find the story itself fascinating,

"Though sometimes the way it is told on websites is as if he was the only person who had ever rammed a U-boat.

"U-boat ramming was actually common practice following an instruction from the Admiralty that crews should attempt to ram U-boats.

"The objective, however, wasn’t to actually hit the U-boats," says Baker, "because merchant ships were usually fairly fragile.

"The actual objective was to make the submarines dive."

"It is still very, very controversial," said Baker. "It’s a case that has exercised legal minds ever since.

"Merchant mariners’ rights to defend themselves in open water is still very much a grey area."

World War One: Hereford theatre fire killed eight at fundraiser

During World War One there were thousands of appeals and fundraising events to support soldiers serving at the front. One such event at a theatre in Hereford ended in "a ghastly tragedy" when eight children died after their cotton wool costumes caught fire. It led to accusations a smoker had caused their deaths.

Like many English cities Hereford has close ties to its local regiment and the soldiers serving in it.

By 1916, the vast army of Kitchener volunteers were in France preparing for the Battle of The Somme, and most families knew someone serving at the front.

The two concerts at the Garrick Theatre in Hereford, in April 1916, were advertised in the Hereford Times as "a grand variety entertainment – for the benefit of the Herefords and Shropshires".

More than 40 children were involved in the amateur show. But, just as the first performance was coming to an end, fire broke out.

As the newspaper reported, "in the space of three minutes what had been a highly successful performance was transformed into a ghastly tragedy".

Thirteen children had just left the stage after performing what the reporter described as "an exceedingly pretty dance and snow scene", complete with paper snow.

Their white costumes, which so caught the reporter’s eye, were made of highly-flammable cotton wool.

"By some means yet unexplained, the cotton wool garments of one of them had become ignited and in an instant a dozen children were literally in flames," the paper reported.

"The little mites’ clothes blazed up in pillars of fire, defying control before they had been terribly burnt.

"Bright happy little youngsters, only a few minutes before in snow white costumes, were now charred and blacked, some beyond recognition."

In the auditorium, "the large audience rose en masse" and there was "an immediate rush for exits with anguished cries", their correspondent reported.

Parents who were backstage, including "Mrs Lilly Roden… in the garb of Britannia", tried to beat out the flames "with the utmost heroism".

A man from the audience jumped the orchestra pit to help and "without fear, fought the flames with his hands", the reporter observed.

Six of the 13 children died that night from their burns – another two later died in hospital.

An inquest was held against the backdrop of rumours in the city the fire had been caused by a smoker.

Faith Mailes, who organised the concert and was mother to one of those who died, had no doubt a smoker was to blame.

She told the inquest jury Ivy Illman, sister of one of the victims, told her "she had seen a man smoking who threw his match down".

"I should like to find the one who dropped the match," Mrs Mailes testified.

Theatre staff and other people backstage strenuously denied this.

Reginald Maddox, theatre manager, told the jury there were notices in the dressing rooms and on stage banning smoking.

Staff working backstage and an agent who was there on the night all denied smoking.

Mr Maddox also told the inquest he had no idea the children would be wearing cotton wool costumes – its use was banned in theatres because of the fire risk. Mrs Mailes confirmed she had not told Mr Maddox cotton wool was used, "not thinking it was necessary".

The inquest ruled the deaths of the children were accidental and there was no evidence of what started the fire.

The city came to a halt when the funeral service for five of the victims were held at Hereford Cathedral.

People lined Broad Street ten deep in places as one by one the funeral corteges, each with an escort of soldiers to act as pall bearers, passed.

The letters page of the paper was filled with calls for a lasting memorial to the children who died.

In September, a meeting at the town hall decided to raise "£500 with which to endow a cot in the Children’s Ward of Herefordshire General Hospital as a suitable memorial of the sad incident".

The appeal beat its target, raising just over £540 and the cot and a memorial plaque were unveiled at the general hospital in April 1917.

That hospital building and the Garrick are long gone, but the terrible fire that claimed the lives of eight girls is commemorated by a plaque on the wall of the car park that stands where the theatre once did.

daylight saving time introduced

The Daylight Saving Act of 1917 was enacted by the Dominion of Newfoundland to adopt daylight saving time (DST), thus making it one of the first jurisdictions in North America to do so, only a year after the United Kingdom on May 21, 1916. DST was not instituted in the United States until March 31, 1918.

While living in Paris in 1784, Benjamin Franklin wrote a satirical essay, in which he suggested that Parisians get up earlier in the morning. Modern DST was first proposed by the New Zealand entomologist George Vernon Hudson in 1895. William Willett, a London building contractor, independently invented DST and pitched it to the British Parliament in 1907. In that same year Willett spoke with John Anderson, who was on a business trip in Britain, and explained to him the benefits of adopting DST and its economic benefits. Germany and its allies were the first European countries to adopt DST in 1916, followed quickly by the United Kingdom and many other western European countries, all in an effort to save fuel during the First World War.

Upon his return to Newfoundland, Anderson became a strong proponent of daylight saving time and three times introduced a bill to the Legislative Council for its adoption. The first two attempts, in 1909 and 1910, failed. In 1917, spurred on perhaps by the recent adoptions of DST in Europe, Anderson introduced a third bill which passed on June 17, 1917. The new law stated that at nine o’clock in the evening of the second Sunday in June clocks would be put ahead to ten o’clock and would not be turned back until the last Sunday in September. It is not clear exactly when clocks were put ahead in 1917, as the bill became law one week after DST was scheduled to take effect. In St. John’s DST was first applied on April 8, 1917, by virtue of a local ordinance. DST in Newfoundland came to be known as "Anderson’s Time", at least in the years immediately following its adoption.

Daylight-saving time remained a provincial jurisdiction in Newfoundland since 1949. In 1952, the timing was changed such that it began just after midnight of the last Sunday in April and ended at midnight of the last Sunday in September. In 1970, it was extended to the midnight of the last Sunday in October.

1916 UK news events

The British Admiralty invites bids for aircraft catapults for the first time, asking for electric, hydraulic, and compressed air catapults. It does not pursue electric or hydraulic types, but two compressed-air types are produced.

Spring – British officials order one million rounds of .303-caliber (7.7-mm) explosive and incendiary ammunition for use by aircraft against German airships. The ammunition will be issued to Royal Flying Corps home air defense squadrons during the summer.

On a single evening, 10 of the 16 Royal Flying Corps aircraft which take off to defend England against German air attack crash, killing three pilots. By May, RFC night flying skills will have improved to the point that 10 aircraft that take off on a single evening all land safely.

1 January – the Royal Army Medical Corps carries out the first successful blood transfusion using blood that has been stored and cooled.

9 January – World War I: Battle of Gallipoli: last British troops evacuated from Gallipoli, as the Ottoman Empire prevails over a joint British and French operation to capture Istanbul.

27 January – conscription introduced by the Military Service Act; applies to unmarried men aged 18–41 from 2 March and to married men in the same age bracket from April/May; it does not extend to Ireland.

1 February – night-long German Zeppelin raid on the West Midlands of England, claiming at least 35 lives; Tipton suffers the heaviest losses, with 14 fatalities.

1 March – transfer of the National Library of Wales at Aberystwyth into its purpose-built premises is completed.

4 March – third war budget raises income tax to five shillings in the pound.

10 March – Sir Hubert Parry writes the choral setting of William Blake’s poem "And did those feet in ancient time", which becomes known as "Jerusalem" (first performed 28 March at the Queen’s Hall, London).

22 March – marriage of J. R. R. Tolkien and Edith Bratt at St. Mary Immaculate Roman Catholic Church, Warwick. They will serve as the inspiration for the fictional characters Beren and Lúthien.

25 March – Military Medal instituted as a military decoration for personnel of the British Army and other services below commissioned rank, for bravery in battle on land.

1/2–5/6 April – nightly German Navy airship raids on England.

2 April – munitions factory explosion at Uplees near Faversham, Kent, kills 108 men.

7 April – Garrick Theatre fire, Hereford: 8 young girls appearing in an amateur benefit evening performance for soldiers are killed when their costumes catch fire.

9 April – The Libau sets sail from Germany with a cargo of 20,000 rifles to assist Irish republicans; Captain Karl Spindler changes the name of the vessel to the Aud to avoid British detection . 24–30 April – Easter Rising in Ireland: Members of the Irish Republican Brotherhood proclaim an Irish Republic and the Irish Volunteers and Irish Citizen Army occupy the General Post Office and other buildings in Dublin before surrendering to the British Army.

24 April–19 May – Voyage of the James Caird, an open boat journey from Elephant Island in the South Shetland Islands to South Georgia in the southern Atlantic Ocean (800 nautical miles (1,500 km; 920 mi)) undertaken by Sir Ernest Shackleton and five companions to obtain rescue for the main body of the Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition (left under command of Frank Wild) following the loss of its ship Endurance.

25 April – German battlecruisers and Zeppelins bombard Lowestoft and Great Yarmouth.

27 April – Gas attack at Hulluch in France: 47th Brigade, 16th (Irish) Division, decimated in one of the most heavily concentrated gas attacks of the war.

29 April – Siege of Kut ends with the surrender of British forces to the Ottoman Empire at Kut-al-Amara on the Tigris in Basra Vilayet during the Mesopotamian campaign.

2 May – eight German Zeppelins raid the east coast of England.

16 May – the UK and France conclude the secret Sykes–Picot Agreement, which is to divide Arab areas of the Ottoman Empire, following the conclusion of the war, into French and British spheres of influence.

21 May – daylight saving time introduced.

31 May–1 June – Battle of Jutland between the Royal Navy’s Grand Fleet and the German High Seas Fleet in the North Sea, World War I’s only large-scale clash of battleships. The result is tactically inconclusive but British dominance of the North Sea is maintained. Prince Albert is present as an officer.

5 June – HMS Hampshire sinks having hit a mine off Orkney with Lord Kitchener aboard. 737 lives, including Kitchener, were lost.

12 June – Whit Monday bank holiday abandoned.

First day on the Somme opens

1 July–18 November – Battle of the Somme: More than one million soldiers die; with 57,470 British Empire casualties on the first day, 19,240 of them killed, the British Army’s bloodiest day; the Accrington Pals battalion is effectively wiped out in the first few minutes. The immediate result is tactically inconclusive.

25 July – North of Scotland Special Military Area declared, restricting access by non-residents to everywhere north of the Great Glen. Other areas so designated this year are the Isle of Sheppey (7 September), Newhaven (22 September), Harwich (27 September), Dover (6 October) and Spurn.

27 July – English civilian ferry captain Charles Fryatt is executed at Bruges after a German court-martial condemns him for attempting to ram a U-boat in 1915.

3 August – the musical comedy Chu Chin Chow, written, produced, directed and starring Oscar Asche, with music by Frederic Norton, premières at His Majesty’s Theatre in London. It will run for five years and a total of 2,238 performances (more than twice as many as any previous musical), a record that will stand for nearly forty years.

7 August – August bank holiday abandoned.

10 August – the official documentary propaganda film The Battle of the Somme is premièred in London. In the first six weeks of general release (from 20 August) 20 million people view it.

21–24 August – Low Moor Explosion: A series of explosions at a munitions factory in Bradford kills 40 people and injures over 100.

2 September – William Leefe-Robinson becomes the first pilot to shoot down a German airship over Britain.

15–22 September – Battle of Flers–Courcelette in France: British advance. The battle is significant for the first use of the tank in warfare. The Prime Minister’s son, Raymond Asquith, is killed in action.

24 September – following a bombing raid on east London, German Zeppelin LZ76 carrying military number L 33 makes a forced landing at Little Wigborough in Essex; its crew are the only armed enemy personnel to set foot in England during the War.

6 October – a British Army Order removes the requirement for soldiers to wear moustaches.

27 October – life-boat William and Emma from Salcombe Lifeboat Station capsizes on service off the south Devon coast with the loss of all 13 crew.

21 November – hospital ship HMHS Britannic, designed as the third Olympic-class ocean liner for White Star Line, sinks in the Kea Channel of the Aegean Sea after hitting a mine. 30 lives are lost and, at 48,158 gross register tons, she is the largest ship lost during the War.

28 November – first bombing of central London by a fixed-wing aircraft when a German LVG C.II biplane drops 6 bombs near Victoria station.

5 December – Asquith resigns; on 6 December Lloyd George is invited to succeed him as Prime Minister, which he does on 7 December.

11 December – Lloyd George establishes a War Cabinet; Lord Derby succeeds him as War Minister; Ministry of Labour formed.

22 December – the Sopwith Camel biplane fighter aircraft makes its maiden flight at Brooklands.

31 December – Douglas Haig promoted to Field marshal.

The Kent village of Hampton-on-Sea is abandoned due to coastal erosion. Hampton-on-Sea was a drowned and abandoned village in what is now the Hampton area of Herne Bay, Kent. It grew from a tiny fishing hamlet in 1864 at the hands of an oyster fishery company, was developed from 1879 by land agents, abandoned in 1916 and finally drowned due to coastal erosion by 1921.

Mary Hare School is founded as Dene Hollow School for the Deaf, originally in Burgess Hill.

Gustav Holst completes composition of his orchestral suite The Planets, Opus 32.

White-tailed sea eagle last breeds in the UK, on Skye (prior to reintroduction).

The 1915–16 season was the first season of special wartime football in England during the First World War.

Britain proclaims Gilbert & Ellice Islands as a colony in Pacific.

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Love Beyond the Grave: Peter Cushing

August 11th, 2019 marks 25 years since Peter Cushing died in Whitstable. Fondly remembered by the town, one question is still asked about the man. Where is he buried?

The location of Mrs Cushings grave and for that matter, the grave of Peter Cushing has been a mystery since his death in 1994. With twists, turns and secrecy, this present day tale wouldn’t be out of place from that of Cushing’s acting world.

The couple were very close, and he often spoke of his admiration for the support he received from his wife. From meeting in 1942 to Mrs Cushing’s death on January 14th, 1971 they were described by many as “ inseparable “ and had, an almost spiritual relationship.  She was his companion while on film location or in the studio, helping with his lines and providing him with much needed encouragement and confidence. They were rarely apart and throughly enjoyed each others company.

Helen Cushing was buried locally to their home in Whitstable, and he always expressed a wish to be buried alongside her. I doubt they have been separated after death,  as a couple they were so close, during their life together. This is not only logical but it doesn’t take much time reading about Peter Cushing to understand his total love, affection and deep gratitude to his wife. Frankly the thought of them buried apart, doesn’t make sense.

However as Peter Cushing might have said while starring as Sherlock Holmes, I will present my evidence and let the you decide!

Born as Violet Helene Beck in St Peterburg, Russia on February 8th 1905. Her parents were Ernest Beck, who was born in St Peterburg in 1875 and Helene Alexandra Fatimia Enckell born in 1879 from Hamina in Finland.

Miss Beck enjoyed a priviledged lifestyle, provided by her father ownership of the Maxwell Mills in St Petersburg. His father Jack Beck originally from Ashton, near Preston in Lancashire had moved with his family to Russia to establish the James Beck Spinnery Company. Many families relocated from Lancashire to manage mills, train new workers and helping to pioneer the Russian textile industry.  With imported British machinery and experience, this venture was highly successful and profitable for the Beck family.

Helene, who disliked her first name of Violet, had two brothers, Reginald Ernest Enckell Beck, 1902-1992 and Godfrey Charles Beck, 1903-1972. Also two sisters, Marjorie Elizabeth Beck, 1908-1985 and Doris Rosalind Beck, 1910-1980.

Life was good in Russia for the British, but the local work force became to dislike the working conditions and long hours. The Ministry of the Interior formed a legal trade union for mill works to help quell their discontent. Trying to present a petition in January 1905, over 200 workers were killed during a protest demonstration by Cossacks. Although this revolution was brutially put down and failed, the working atmosphere within the country changed. The Beck family, for example, watched with concern, as the red army practiced manoeuvres in the woods, behind their house.

From the time of the failed revoltution in 1905,  the Beck family continued to have problems with some of their workers. It was clear to all, that Russia was no longer a safe place to live and that major changes was coming. Leaving most of their wealth behind, the family, in small groups hastily departed around 1911.

Returning to England, Helen Beck found work as a tutor, and later became a chorus girl which led to work in the theatre as an actress. She married Kenton Redgrave Kreitmayer in 1929 in Kensington. She lost a child in the final stages of pregnancy, which also removed the chance of further children. Kenton who dropped his surname of Kreitmayer by deed poll to use his middle name of Redgrave. He had previously been married to Vera Elizabeth Kathleen Hemingway, the daughter of John Hemingway. This marriage ended in scandal when she was divorced after admitting adultry to two men.

Peter Cushing lived in Brentwood, Los Angeles while looking for film work, but returned to England on the White Star ship, Tilapa from Halifax, Canada to Liverpool, on March 27th 1942. He gave the address of Cherry Tree Cottage, Horley Surrey as his permanent address in England. He needed to find work quickly and was accepted into the Entertainments National Service Association, in April 1942

Known professionally as Helen Beck, she first met Peter Wilton Cushing as a replacement actress for the Noel Cowards play, Private Lives. Sonia Dresdel 1909-1976 had to leave the tour because of the constant performing and travelling. Something that both Helen and Peter Cushing was suffer from,later.  Miss Dresdel went on to become a leading actress in the West End, in films and later on television. She retired to Ransley Cottage, a grade 2 listed property in Kingsford Street, Mersham near Ashford, where she died on January 18th, 1976. Helen Beck took over, the leading role of Amanda Prynne. Cushing had secured the male lead role of Elyot Chase, and they played a recently divorced couple.  They found themselves thrown together in this comedy of Noel Coward manners when they both realise that their divorce may have been a mistake.

Meeting to catch a bus at the Theatre Royal in Drury Lane,London for their first performance in Colchester they met at the stage door.  Helen later said she thought they had met or she known “this man “ before. Quoted in later life she said,” I knew I would love him for the rest of my days and beyond.”

From May 1942 the company toured for ENSA,  entertaining troops throughout the United Kingdom. This tour included the towns of Colchester, Wolverhampton, Oxford, Taunton, Oswestry, Canterbury and Dover.  The tours were hard work, with all experiencing long hours.  While lodging in Bridge during the Canterbury performances, Helen became ill and had to miss some of the booked shows. Soon after Peter fell ill and they both left the touring group.  

They became inseparable after the theatrical tour, and Helen quickly became the centre of Peter’s life. With only her parents present as witnesses, the couple married on the 10th April 1943 at Kensington Register Office in London. According to the wedding certificate Violet Helene Redgrave was 37 years, the divorced wife of Kenton Redgrave and Peter Cushing, 29 years, was a batchelor.  Both gave their address as, 18 Bullingham Mansions, Church Street, in Kensington.

Helen gave up her career, to help Peter and continued to coach and suggest new area’s of work for Peter throughout her life. This included Shakespeare, and when times were hard, working for BBC Television.  Peter starred in Pride and Prejudice as Mr Darcy, as Winston Smith in George Orwell’s play 1984 and as the series, Sherlock Holmes in 1968. He appeared with Morecambe and Wise, between 1969 and 1980 in a long running comedy sketch, where he was trying to locate his missing £5 fee from appearing on the first show.

In 1969 they moved from old converted stables, a small two bedroom property at 9 Hillsleigh Road, Holland Park, London to Whitstable. Friends had mentioned a white boarded cottage right on West Beach, a short distance from the town. The move was mostly for Helen’s health, as it was hoped the move away from London to Seaway Cottages would help with its fresh sea air. This proved not to be the case and despite nursing by Peter, Helen Cushing died at their Whitstable home of emphysema in 1971. Helen had only been in Whitstable less than 2 years.

On her death, Helen Cushing left Peter a note.

< Do not pine for me, my beloved Peter because that will cause unrest, do not be hasty to leave this world, because you will not go until you have lived the life you have been given and remember, we will meet again, when the time is right, that is my promise.>

The personal letter, provided by Peter Cushing was quoted for the first time in 1990, by Canterbury film maker Peter Williams, MBE in his television series: The Human Factor, ‘For The Love of Helen.’

Helen died on the Thursday at 9.02 am 14th January 1971, and after a service was held at Barham Crematorium near Canterbury her ashes were later interred in Seasalter.

Peter revealed in a later autobiography, that he ran out. on to the wet, windy beach in front of their cottage immediately after her death. He then returned and ran up and down the stairs, as if trying to induce a heart attack with the greive. Peter Cushing would continue to morn for his wife, for the rest of his life.

Peter Cushing  mentioned, several times after her death, noteably in a 1972, Radio Times interview, said that he wished to join her.

During the interview he insisted with the writer, that he should include his comments, adding:

“To join Helen is my only ambition. You have my permission to publish that, really, you know dear boy, it is all just killing me. Please say that.”

In 1985 Peter Cushing wrote a personal note to the television programme, Jim’ll Fix It. Jimmy Saville returned an earlier favour and granted his wish to have a rose created in his wife’s name. Christopher Wheatcroft cultivated the rose as a one off commission, a mix of the verttities, Silver Jubilee and Deep Secret, produced in pink. Peter appeared on the show sitting next to Jimmy Saville and got his wish, a new rose called, The Helen Cushing.

The Cushing’s  used to have a huge garden in Whitstable, stretching behind most of Seaway Cottages, down to the road, Island Wall. The landscaped garden with a white shed, contained plants and roses and a local man assisted with the maintainance. The garden has long gone, sold off and cleared to provide for another house on the corner and larger cottage gardens. The special pink rose must still exsist, perhaps with Mrs Broughton?

A seat from his garden was later presented to the towns people of Whitstable in 1992 and is located at what is now known as, ‘Cushings View’. Situated in front of Keam’s Yard, car park and looking out to sea. It was a spot Peter Cushing loved, and he used to walk or ride his bicycle along the seawall from his cottage, a short distance away.

Details on the bench are : < Presented by Helen and Peter Cushing, who love Whitstable and it’s people, so very much.>

His wife was included on the inscription even though she had died 21 years earlier , Peter always used her name when sending Christmas cards and personal letters, and signed off as, ‘Helen and Peter’.

Steve Coneys was the vicar at the time at St Alphege Church, Seasalter and remembers Mrs Cushings death.  She was placed by the north wall of the church, where other ashes have been interred.  Asked about the rumour that her remains had been moved on Peter’s wishes, Reverend Coneys said:

“ For that to happen an exhumation order should have been obtained. I should have been aware of that. I do not recall that being the case.”

A headstone placed soon after her death, with a poem from her husband was removed after Peter Cushing’s death. Today the grave is difficult to find and the remaining inscription is not readable. Peter Cushing always stated he wished to buried with his wife and after his cremation at Barham,  many including the The Independant newspaper reported that “ Seasalter Church was his last resting place “, in his obitary.  While visiting his wife, sometimes on his bicyle, Peter always sat on the green wire bench a little distance from the grave. One day he was concerned that an unknown visitor had placed flowers on her grave and this deeply troubled him.  He also knew that local church officials had often removed notes and requests for his autograph from her grave.

It seems, at this point in his life he may have changed his own funeral plans,  or at least some of the arrangements. It was clear, he didn’t want to create a shrine in the churchyard and certainly didn’t like the fuss surrounding film star, whether dead or alive.  Seasalter residents recall seeing him, visiting, sometimes on a daily basis. He would be reconised of course, but during his visits, he would talk to others, rarely. One churchyard visitor said, he spoke one day to me, about the weather. I was lucky, as he often seemed very deep in private thought. He would always tip his hat, to the ladies, he was a wonderful gentleman.

Peter Cushing lived with the Broughton family in Hartley near Longfield, Kent on and off towards the end of his life. He spent less time at Seaway Cottages, where his house keeper, Maisie Olive had taken up residence, to be on call when needed. Mrs Joy and husband Bernard Broughton would take it,in turns to care and sit with him. One spending the night, the other sitting during the day. It was Peter himself who decided to enter the Pilgrims Hospice on London Road,Canterbury where he died on August 11th, 1994.

On Friday August 19th 1994, Whitstable town came to a standstill, many shops closed as a mark of respect. Led by Terry Davis of John Kemp Funeral Directors, using one of Peter Cushing’s own walking canes, led the funeral cortege. First to Cushing’s View, and then, to the Tudor Tea Rooms in Harbour Street - a favourite spot for Peter’s afternoon tea and cakes. The procession travelled along the High Street with many residents following behind while in the town, and then on to Barham Crematorium for a final private ceremony.

Terry Davis, who now has his own funeral business in Cornwallis Avenue in Aylesham, remembers the day with pride. From his company web site he notes: “ I will always remember 1994. I had the privilege to conduct Peter Cushing's funeral in Whitstable. The High Street was crowded by the general public wanting to pay their respects, this was a fitting farewell to a first class actor of his era.”

On January 12th 1995, a memoral service was held in St Paul’s Church, Covent Garden attended by friends, family and fellow film stars. Christopher Lee and Ron Moody read the lessons.

The normally sedate Whitstable and Herne Bay Times newspaper, published a front page story on Thursday, 15th June 1995. Under the headline ‘ Cushing Grave Mystery’, it repeated concerns of some local residents in the town about the location of his grave.  In reply to the story, his secretary from 1959, Mrs Joyce Broughton of Hartley and Faversham said: “Mr Cushing asked us to place him somewhere private.”

“ He was a very private man and did not like all the fuss and attention he was given.”

“ He is now in a private place. It was what he wanted and I have simply carried out his wishes.”

The story was followed up by the News of the World and the Sunday Times newspapers, which only added to the mystery and was also widely condemmed for it’s speculation, by Cushing friends and fans.

After his death, Mrs Margaret Broughton and her husband, Bernard Broughton were left the entire Peter Cushing Estate. A company Peter Cushing Productions Limited had been formed earlier with Mr Broughton as a Director and Company Secretary and Mrs Broughton as a director. As well as helping displays and background details on the life of Peter Cushing, the trust gave permission for The Star Wars franchise. They wanted to use, an image of Peter Cushing in the film,20 years after his death. A computer generated image was digitally created for the Star Wars, Rogue One film, after Cushing had previously appeared in the 1977 film, Star Wars, New Hope. Many were not sure about the CGI-resurrection, but the company said Peter Cushing had been proud of his Star Wars connections, and the work had been done with a great deal of affection. “ We would never have proceeded without the backing and approval of Cushing trust officials”, added an official press statement.

Helen and Peter Cushing are still a part of Whitstable and are remembered with a great deal of affection. The town allowed the couple and later Peter in his grief, to live a near normal life, by just leaving them alone. For this,  the couple both recorded their thanks, many times. It came as a shock to many, that that towns folk couldn’t pay their respects to the actor and his loving wife, not knowing the location of their final resting place.

The anicent church of St Alphege, known affectionaly as “the Old Church’ in Faversham Road, Seasalter must hold the mystery of where Peter Cushing is buried. The church has known many mysteries from origin in 1023 to the present day, but much like Mrs Joyce Broughton, isn’t revealing anything.

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Are you looking for a friendly, reliable and affordable removals company near you? Cookson and Sons specialises in removals in Preston, Garstang, Blackpool, Poulton-le-Fylde, Lytham and nationwide removals. Moving house can be stressful and exhausting, but with us, you can organise removals in Blackpool and removals in Preston right now. Contact us today to make an enquiry. Whether you are moving to a new property or seeking storage solutions, we can provide you with a smooth service. Make moving home that little bit easier by choosing our domestic removals service. Alongside expert assistance, we also provide a moving checklist to ensure that you do not miss anything. 

We not only cater for removals in Blackpool, but we also serve wider boroughs in Lancashire too. We can provide removals in Preston, Garstang, Lytham St. Annes, Poulton-le-Fylde and removals in Blackpool. Although we are based in Lancashire, we are happy to cater for UK wide clients and can even assist with removals abroad. When you are moving, you want your belongings to be in safe hands. Cookson and Sons are based in Poulton-le-Fylde in Lancashire and we can help you complete a hassle free domestic or commercial move. Our first class removals in Blackpool and removals in Preston have been operating for over 55 years.

As a family run business, we pride ourselves on being friendly, reliable and hard working, no matter what. All of our clients and job sizes are wide ranging, so there is not a job in Lancashire too big or small for us. We do not believe in cutting corners. Our work is completed to a high standard every single time. Our band of satisfied customers are proof that we can get the job done in a swift and professional manner. Contact our friendly team today if you have any questions about your house move. We are here to offer advice anytime, so do not hesitate to call us now.

Contact Us:

Cookson Removals Blackpool Address: Caravan Park, 352 St Anne’s Rd, Richmond Hill, Blackpool, Lancashire FY4 2QN, UK Phone: 01253 894596 Email: info@cooksonmoving.co.uk Website: https://www.cooksonmoving.co.uk/

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Pick The Perfect Home Movers

Hiring home movers іѕ оftеn considered a daunting process bесаuѕе іt means hiring people thаt аrе going tо look аt, thеn handle, precious personal belongings. Hоwеvеr, that's nоt thе оnlу daunting factor оf thе moving process. Nо matter hоw exciting іt іѕ tо mоvе tо a new location, thе actual transport оf thе belongings іѕ a nerve-wracking process. It doesn't hаvе tо bе thіѕ wау, thоugh. Thе daunting aspect іѕ nоt аn actual factor іf thе right company іѕ hired. That's whу іt pays tо hire dependable, highly rated home movers thаt cover аll thе important factors.

Protecting All Clients

Valuables need tо bе protected whеthеr thе mоvе іѕ dоwn thе hall, асrоѕѕ thе street, оr асrоѕѕ thе country. A company ѕhоuld nеvеr shy away frоm wrapping аnd moving delicate items. Suсh items include antiques, desks, dishes, grand pianos, jewelry, paintings, sculptures, аnd various tech items ѕuсh аѕ computers. It doesn't matter іf thе client consists оf a big family, a single person, оr roommates. Pets саn bе раrt оf thе process, оr nоt. Good home movers саn mоvе whаtеvеr іѕ needed bесаuѕе thеіr number оnе goal іѕ tо gеt thе client оut оf thе old location аnd іnt�� thе new оnе іn a timely, organized fashion wіthоut damages.

Wrapping fоr Hire оr Alоnе

Expert companies wіll offer options thаt save money. If an mоvе іѕ cross-country оr involves a lot оf people, іt mіght make mоrе sense fоr a client tо opt tо wrap thеіr оwn belongings. If thаt іѕ thе case, thеn thе hired home movers ѕhоuld bе able tо provide аll thе necessary supplies tо wrap аnd pack thе items. Supplies like boxes, bubble rolls, packing peanuts, аnd tape ѕhоuld bе standard. If thе client finds thе job overwhelming, thе home movers ѕhоuld bе able tо step іn аnd tаkе оvеr wіth еаѕе.

Transport Options

A good company carries a client's belongings оut оf thе house аnd оntо thе truck, whеrе іt іѕ arranged аnd stored wіth care. But thіѕ process іѕ оnlу half оf thе battle. Thе actual driving component оf thе trip іѕ important. A viable service wіll constantly check іtѕ trucks аnd аlѕо make sure thаt thе drivers аrе up-to-date оn thеіr licenses. Drivers ѕhоuld nоt hаvе trouble loading a truck wіth heavy items, arranging thе tіmеѕ safely, оr driving thеm аѕ far аѕ thеу need tо bе driven. Trucks ѕhоuld undergo regular maintenance, аnd nо driver ѕhоuld еvеr demand thаt a client pays fоr gas оr оthеr services whіlе оn thе road.

Thеѕе companies ѕhоuld bе able tо safeguard thе beginning оf a new life іf thеу follow thеѕе basic business protocols.

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Address: Unit 6 Beacon Rd, Poulton, Lancashire FY6 8JE

Phone: 01253 894 596

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Business name: Daleysmove Website: https://daleysmove.co.uk Address: Unit A3, Leigh Trading Estate, Butts Street Leigh, Greater Manchester WN7 3EQ Phone: 01612224466 keywords: Removal Company, Removal & Storage Company, Storage Company, Moving Services, Storage Services, Moving Home, Moving Company, Storage Company, Furniture Removers, Removal Companies, Removals Companies, Storage Company, Storage Units Description: We're Daleysmove, your Local, Professional Removal and Storage Company. We've been moving people round the corner and round the world for over 70 Years. When it comes to moving home, we're probably the best move you'll ever make. If your moving home, give us a call or visit our website for your free no obligation quotation and move plan. Business E mail: office@daleysmove.co.uk Social links: https://twitter.com/daleysmove https://instagram.com/daleysmove https://facebook.com/daleysmove https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6ePnEy41c4

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Ventilation Installation

Introduction: What is ventilation?

Ventilation installation is the movement of removing polluted air from a room and supplying fresh air from the outside into the room. Ventilation is especially important for businesses working with air constantly being polluted inside because, with no ventilation, people will be breathing in poor air.

Ventilation is also particularly important when additional pollutants are present in the air, such as cigarette smoke, e-cigarette smoke, and various types of dust. Ventilation systems are required for businesses, as they must meet the established hygienic standards and technical requirements.

What are the types of ventilation?

The two basic types of ventilation are natural and mechanical. Natural ventilation is the simplest of the two, natural forces drive outdoor air through purpose-built, building openings. Some examples of purpose-built openings include windows, doors, solar chimneys, wind towers and trickle ventilators. Most importantly though, natural ventilation for a building depends on the climate, design of the building and the behaviour of humans.

Whereas mechanical ventilation relies on a fan, which can be installed directly in windows or walls, or installed in air ducts for supplying air into, or exhausting air from a room.

There are many benefits that ventilation provides for both homes and for people living inside of them. An effective ventilation system eliminates both bad smells and reduces the chance of mold building up inside your home.

Benefits of Natural Ventilation

         Provides a high ventilation rate more economically, because of the large openings which are regarded as ‘natural’

         More energy efficient, especially if heating is not needed

         If the natural ventilation is well-designed, it can be used to access higher levels of daylight

Negatives of Natural Ventilation

         Depends on the outside climatic conditions in comparison with the indoor environment

         Only works when natural forces are available

         If a natural ventilation system cannot be installed properly or maintained due to a shortage of funds, the performance might be negatively affected.

Advantages of Mechanical Ventilation

         Very high savings on heating

         High climate comfort in ventilated rooms

You might be thinking, should I choose mechanical or natural ventilation? Well, the problem with natural ventilation is that it absorbs poor air quality if present whereas compared to mechanical ventilation can filter these pollutants out. Mechanical ventilation will allow less noise pollution to enter the building via openings such as windows as we mentioned earlier.

How much ventilation do you need?

This question seems to go under the radar. The quantity of ventilation depends on a few things, including the fresh air required for the number of people expected to be in the room. What they will be doing in the room? e.g. are they working in extreme heat?

Best company to hire?

There are many air conditioning and ventilation engineers available, but you must choose the company that offers the best ventilation system at the best prices.

In my opinion, if you are based in Lancashire or Preston, and you’re looking at ventilation installation for your building, the best engineers to get in touch with are James Mercer – who are known for their outstanding team members, being family-run and never letting customers down.

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Driveways Morecambe

Local Driveway Company installs quality driveways and patios for homeowners in Morecambe and throughout Lancashire and surrounding areas. Local Driveway Company offers many surfacing options such as block paving, tarmac, resin bound, natural stone and landscaping.

People find it difficult when choosing a driveway surface because each surface has its advantages, so it can be worthwhile knowing about these before making the all-important decision.

Block Paving

Block Paving is a popular choice at Local Driveway Company, with the different types of block paving such as Tobermore, which can come in Shannon Slate, Tegula, Charcoal and Pedesta.

These driveways are built to last for many years, and Local Driveway Company takes extra care to ensure the block paving installation is carried out to the highest standards possible. They use quality materials, which include a strong base and anchored kerbing blocks, which will prevent future sagging or movement of the blocks so that your beautiful block paved driveway will still look great many years from now.

Block paving can be regarded as an expensive form of driveway; however, you are certainly paying for quality. You can expect a block paving driveway to last 15 – 20 years, if well maintained.

Resin

Resin driveways and patios in recent years are increasing in popularity for many householders. Householders may be looking for an investment to their home and with the low cost of installing a new resin driveway, this seems like a sensible choice.

With resin driveways, they are accompanied by an impressive selection of colours enhancing the visual appearance to any home. Get a quote at Local Driveway Company today to find out which colour combinations are available. This material provides a perfect finish and holds the stones together.

You might not be looking for a driveway for your home, you may be looking for a driveway for other reasons, especially if you are a business owner. For a business owner, who for example may own a building with a large car pack used by staff, a resin bound surface would be perfect. This shows how durable these driveways are.  

Tarmac

Another durable surfacing option is tarmac. Depending on the size of the driveway, completing the project can be done within the day. Then the surface needs to cure or solidify for 2 to 3 days before you can use it. With other materials, it is recommended to wait at least 7 days before driving on it.

Tarmac is highly weather resistant and is useful in the winter once the storms and ice arrive. Tarmac driveways are skid resistant, which helps to accumulate less snow and ice. For experienced pavers such as Local Driveway Company, this would be a simple installation for them to complete.

Experts often say tarmac driveways look after themselves. The only thing to worry about is regularly removing dirt and debris to keep the surface clean and aesthetically pleasing.

These are just a few of the surfacing options Local Driveway Company provides for driveways in Morecambe. Call Local Driveway Company on 07423 136 089 for a free, no-obligation quote.

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Climate Change

UK Will Need Up to £500m to Recover as Eunice Kills Four, Leaves 200,000 Homes Without Power

The white-domed roof of the O2 arena is seen damaged by the wind, as a red weather warning was issued due to Storm Eunice, in London, Britain, February 18, 2022. Reuters/May James

— Svetlana Ekimenko | Sputnik International | February 18, 2022

Four people are dead, thousands of homes are without power, trees have been upended, and transport services have ground to a halt – this is what the UK woke up to on Saturday as recovery efforts got underway after Storm Eunice battered the country.

Storm Eunice, described by weathermen as one of the worst to hit England in decades, has left the country facing a challenging recovery effort that may cost up to £500 million. So far, a total of four people have been killed in the UK and Ireland.

Record-breaking gales of 122mph have been registered on the Isle of Wight, driven by the "once in a century" storm, while the extreme weather has killed a woman in London, a man in Hampshire, and a man in Merseyside. A 59-year-old Wexford County Council employee was also killed while clearing fallen debris on Friday.

More than 200,000 homes remain without power, with energy companies working desperately to remedy the situation compounded by toppled trees and debris.

Travel chaos wrought by the weather is set to continue throughout the weekend, with UK Transport Secretary Grant Shapps saying that he expected travel disruption for "another day or two."

"Trains are in the wrong locations, there's still debris being removed from our roads," he said.

Furthermore, parts of England are forecast to be hit by up to 8 inches of snow this weekend, as the Met Office issued a yellow warning for heavy snow in Yorkshire and Lancashire.

A yellow wind warning remains for much of the south coast of England and South Wales on Saturday.

London, England: The roof of the O2 arena was damaged by the high winds as Storm Eunice hit London. Millions experienced severe disruption as record-breaking winds caused death and injury, structural damage, transport chaos and widespread power cuts.

According to South Western Railway, it was in the process of clearing more than 40 fallen trees blocking its routes. Saturday afternoon saw some lines reopened on the Great Western Railway, with the Stansted Express suspended until further notice.

Flights at Gatwick, Heathrow and Manchester airports are currently mostly back to normal.

On Friday, coastal areas of southwest England and south Wales, along with southeast England, were on alert after red weather warnings were issued by the Met Office, indicating a danger to life.

Some landmark buildings sustained damage in the storm, with the roof of the O2 Arena in London partially ripped off and the spire of St Thomas Church in Wells, Somerset toppled.

Left: More than 430 flights had been cancelled or diverted due to the weather, leaving London City Airport closed for most of the day. Right: As the London Fire Brigade responded to 1,958 calls on Friday, the service tweeted that fallout from the storm might “extend into the coming days.”