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Bath

Dover castle

Bath

Bamburgh Castle Cricket Club, Northumberland

Her Royal Highness also took to the Solent herself, sailing out to watch the races first hand.

 Lymm, Cheshire⠀

British Troops in Afghanistan

Enjoying as much time outdoors as possible in the beautiful Oxfordshire countryside. Lovely walks through leafy lanes, textured pastures and riverside meadows and in between dodging the blustery autumn showers!

Swinton Estate - where the walls dress better than I ever could. Autumn has wrapped this castle in its best coat of reds and greens and every corner looks like it’s been styled by nature for a photoshoot.

44 years ago tonight we crossed the water in tense silence landing in the dead of night, clambering ashore onto the Falklands. As my boots hit the ground, my first experience of war had began.🫡

Not every great College story ends with a trophy! ㅤ This year's St Antony's Punting Cuppers team made College history by reaching the final. A Heroic Failure, written by Edward Anders (MPhil Politics: Comparative Government, 2024), is a light-hearted account of an unforgettable campaign that, in his words, ‘was possibly the best demonstration of how St Antony’s is the best College in Oxford.’ ㅤ

On 6th August 1914. HMS Amphion caught a German ship scattering mines across the mouth of the Thames and sank her, then pulled the survivors out of the water and turned for home. At half past six the next morning she ran onto one of those mines herself. The Germans she had rescued were held in her bow. Eighteen of them died. The war was thirty-two hours old. The Königin Luise had been a holiday ferry until 3rd August, sent out with a hundred and eighty mines and a coat of Great Eastern Railway paint to pass at a distance for an English packet. A trawler gave her away — a ship off the Outer Gabbard, throwing things overboard. Captain Cecil Fox took Amphion out. Lance put a shot across her bow, generally reckoned the first British shot of the war. By noon she was going down and the British had seventy-five of her people out of the water. The hands were at breakfast when it went off under the forebridge. Most of the dead never got out of the forward messdecks. A sheet of flame burnt everyone on the bridge, Fox included. He came round to find her broken-backed, engines still turning for twenty knots, and went below to stop her himself. They took the crew and the prisoners off in twenty minutes. Three minutes after the last boat pulled clear she drifted back over the same mines and her forward magazine went up. One of her own shells burst on the deck of HMS Lark and killed two of her men and one of the Germans — already rescued, standing on the ship that had saved them. One officer and a hundred and fifty of her company were lost, and eighteen Germans. Paymaster Joseph Gedge, thirty-six, was the first British officer killed in the war. Her first lieutenant lived. John Tovey ran the hunt that killed the Bismarck. Defend our history,

Lovely classic Mercedes outside a traditional English pub on a summers day, what more could you want? Oh, the telephone box too! 

The village of Holcombe lies between the two south Devon seaside resorts of Teignmouth and Dawlish. It is a classically Devonian village, built on steep slopes, full of pretty cottages and surrounded by hedgerow divided fields. Indeed Devon is the English county with the most hedgerow - giving it the appearance of being a patchwork quilt. Devon has a laid back rurality that those who only visit the coast would solely experience in passing during their car or train journeys. Like most places it helps when you are there in summer and I suspect that the more isolated areas can be a trial in other months of the year. In these days when the phrase " mental wellbeing" is often used, I experience an abundance of what I think that probably means when strolling around a Devon village like Holcombe - with only the cawing crows and chacking Jackdaws for company.

Windsor Great Park