SE&CR wagon #132 at Dover Marine station
Nurse Edith Cavell was executed by German forces during WWI as she had aided British POWs to escape.
There was great diplomatic efforts to have her death sentence commuted or delayed, but to no avail.
She was shot by eight soldiers, and in time, her body was repatriated, the wagon her body was carried from Dover is the same used for the body of the Unknown Soldier.
The luggage wagon usually rests at Bodiham on the Kent and East Sussex Railway, but for November it has been brought back to the former Dover Marine station.
I got tickets, so after lunch we would visit, not just to see the wagon and pay our respects, but the station is now a cruise terminal, and is rarely open to the public, and it had been a decade or so since my last visit.
I slept late, late enough so that Jools driving off to yoga woke me up at ten past six. Outside rain was bouncing down, and there was the bins to do.
I got up and put them out, dodging the raindrops, and back inside to make a coffee.
With rain expected all day, other than doing to the station after lunch, not much else planned, whilst Jools had her craft and gossip morning at the village library.
Jools came back from yoga as I was finishing my coffee, so I made breakfast giving her an hour before she had to leave again.
I listened to podcasts and watched videos for the morning, not much else to do, really.
Sadly, we had what we thought was the plumber coming to fix the overflow, but instead Craig came to touch up some paint in the toilet.
So Jools stayed home and I drove down to the Western Docks, over the flyover, past the former Lord Warden Hotel, then round to where lines from London entered Dover Marine, forming a large flat crossing in a tangle of lines.
You can still see how the lines used to curve west to join the main line to Folkestone, but is now concreted over, as are the tracks between the platforms, so to create a large flat parking area for cruisers.
I showed my ticket, and walked up through the central arch along what was the path of platforms 2 and three, past the former station buildings and under the footbridge.
At the far end there was the wagon, so I walked up, showed my ticket again, had my name ticked off, and went to look inside.
Inside there is a coffin, a replica of the one that brought the body of the unknown soldier back from France, and on the walls there were information boards on the only three bodies to be brought back from the war.
I exited it, took shots all around it, then walked to the war memorial, which is a splendid thing, and should be more accessible.
And I was done.
I thanked the volunteers and walked out, getting shots of the walkway linking the former hotel with the station and the Admiralty pier before taking shelter from the rain in the car and driving home.
I had been gone all of 40 minutes.
Once back I began to cook dinner/lunch: chicken pie, roast potatoes, steamed leeks, sprouts and spring greens, gravy and shop bought Yorkshire puddings.
It was all done by four, by which time Craig had done two coats of paint and had left.
I poured a beer and a cider, then dished up, the potatoes lovely and crunchy, without being burnt.
I won the music quiz at six, which was nice, then after washing up I settled down to watch Northern Ireland play in Slovakia.
A poor game, ended 1-0 to the home side, but Northern Ireland go to the play-offs anyway.
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Edith Louisa Cavell (/ˈkævəl/ KAV-əl; 4 December 1865 – 12 October 1915) was a British nurse. She is celebrated for treating wounded soldiers from both sides without discrimination during the First World War and for helping some 200 Allied soldiers escape from German-occupied Belgium. Cavell was arrested, court-martialled under German military law and sentenced to death by firing squad. Despite international pressure for mercy, the German government refused to commute her sentence, and she was shot. The execution received worldwide condemnation and extensive press coverage.
The night before her execution, she said, "Patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone". These words were inscribed on the Edith Cavell Memorial[1] opposite the entrance to the National Portrait Gallery near Trafalgar Square. Her strong Anglican beliefs propelled her to help all those who needed it, including both German and Allied soldiers. She was quoted as saying, "I can't stop while there are lives to be saved."[2] The Church of England commemorates her in its Calendar of Saints on 12 October.
Cavell, who was 49 at the time of her execution, was already notable as a pioneer of modern nursing in Belgium.
In November 1914, after the German occupation of Brussels, Cavell began sheltering British soldiers and funnelling them out of occupied Belgium to the neutral Netherlands. Wounded British and French soldiers as well as Belgian and French civilians of military age were hidden from the Germans and provided with false papers by Prince Réginald de Croÿ at his château of Bellignies near Mons. From there, they were conducted by various guides to the houses of Cavell, Louis Séverin, and others in Brussels, where their hosts would furnish them with money to reach the Dutch frontier, and provide them with guides obtained through Philippe Baucq.[18] This placed Cavell in violation of German military law.[4][19] German authorities became increasingly suspicious of the nurse's actions, which were further fuelled by her outspokenness.
The night before her execution, Cavell told the Reverend H. Stirling Gahan, the Anglican chaplain of Christ Church Brussels, who had been allowed to see her and to give her Holy Communion, "I am thankful to have had these ten weeks of quiet to get ready. Now I have had them and have been kindly treated here. I expected my sentence and I believe it was just. Standing as I do in view of God and Eternity, I realise that patriotism is not enough, I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone."[30][31] These words are inscribed on her statues in London and in Melbourne, Australia.[32][33] Cavell's final words to the German Lutheran prison chaplain, Paul Le Seur, were recorded as, "Ask Father Gahan to tell my loved ones later on that my soul, as I believe, is safe, and that I am glad to die for my country.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edith_Cavell
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Situated on Admiralty Pier for connection to ships, this was constructed on an expanded pier by SECR, finished in 1914, began to be used on 2 February 1915 but was not available for public use until 18 January 1919; in the meantime it had been renamed Dover Marine on 5 December 1918. It was a large terminus with four platforms covered by a full roof. Platforms were extended to take 12-car trains in February 1959.[6] It was renamed again to Dover Western Docks on 14 May 1979, and was closed by British Rail on 26 September 1994[1] with the demise of boat trains and the opening of the Channel Tunnel. It has since been turned into a cruise-liner terminal.[7]
Work on the new train ferry pier at the station suffered damage worth £300,000 during the Great storm of 1987.[8]
Regie voor Maritiem Transport used to run ferries until 1994 from here to Oostende railway station which connected into Belgian railway line 50A run by NMBS. There was a fast ferry service using the Jetfoil as well as conventional ferries.
The Southern Railway opened a large locomotive depot at the site in 1928. This was closed in 1961 and demolished.
SE&CR wagon #132 at Dover Marine station
Nurse Edith Cavell was executed by German forces during WWI as she had aided British POWs to escape.
There was great diplomatic efforts to have her death sentence commuted or delayed, but to no avail.
She was shot by eight soldiers, and in time, her body was repatriated, the wagon her body was carried from Dover is the same used for the body of the Unknown Soldier.
The luggage wagon usually rests at Bodiham on the Kent and East Sussex Railway, but for November it has been brought back to the former Dover Marine station.
I got tickets, so after lunch we would visit, not just to see the wagon and pay our respects, but the station is now a cruise terminal, and is rarely open to the public, and it had been a decade or so since my last visit.
I slept late, late enough so that Jools driving off to yoga woke me up at ten past six. Outside rain was bouncing down, and there was the bins to do.
I got up and put them out, dodging the raindrops, and back inside to make a coffee.
With rain expected all day, other than doing to the station after lunch, not much else planned, whilst Jools had her craft and gossip morning at the village library.
Jools came back from yoga as I was finishing my coffee, so I made breakfast giving her an hour before she had to leave again.
I listened to podcasts and watched videos for the morning, not much else to do, really.
Sadly, we had what we thought was the plumber coming to fix the overflow, but instead Craig came to touch up some paint in the toilet.
So Jools stayed home and I drove down to the Western Docks, over the flyover, past the former Lord Warden Hotel, then round to where lines from London entered Dover Marine, forming a large flat crossing in a tangle of lines.
You can still see how the lines used to curve west to join the main line to Folkestone, but is now concreted over, as are the tracks between the platforms, so to create a large flat parking area for cruisers.
I showed my ticket, and walked up through the central arch along what was the path of platforms 2 and three, past the former station buildings and under the footbridge.
At the far end there was the wagon, so I walked up, showed my ticket again, had my name ticked off, and went to look inside.
Inside there is a coffin, a replica of the one that brought the body of the unknown soldier back from France, and on the walls there were information boards on the only three bodies to be brought back from the war.
I exited it, took shots all around it, then walked to the war memorial, which is a splendid thing, and should be more accessible.
And I was done.
I thanked the volunteers and walked out, getting shots of the walkway linking the former hotel with the station and the Admiralty pier before taking shelter from the rain in the car and driving home.
I had been gone all of 40 minutes.
Once back I began to cook dinner/lunch: chicken pie, roast potatoes, steamed leeks, sprouts and spring greens, gravy and shop bought Yorkshire puddings.
It was all done by four, by which time Craig had done two coats of paint and had left.
I poured a beer and a cider, then dished up, the potatoes lovely and crunchy, without being burnt.
I won the music quiz at six, which was nice, then after washing up I settled down to watch Northern Ireland play in Slovakia.
A poor game, ended 1-0 to the home side, but Northern Ireland go to the play-offs anyway.
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Edith Louisa Cavell (/ˈkævəl/ KAV-əl; 4 December 1865 – 12 October 1915) was a British nurse. She is celebrated for treating wounded soldiers from both sides without discrimination during the First World War and for helping some 200 Allied soldiers escape from German-occupied Belgium. Cavell was arrested, court-martialled under German military law and sentenced to death by firing squad. Despite international pressure for mercy, the German government refused to commute her sentence, and she was shot. The execution received worldwide condemnation and extensive press coverage.
The night before her execution, she said, "Patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone". These words were inscribed on the Edith Cavell Memorial[1] opposite the entrance to the National Portrait Gallery near Trafalgar Square. Her strong Anglican beliefs propelled her to help all those who needed it, including both German and Allied soldiers. She was quoted as saying, "I can't stop while there are lives to be saved."[2] The Church of England commemorates her in its Calendar of Saints on 12 October.
Cavell, who was 49 at the time of her execution, was already notable as a pioneer of modern nursing in Belgium.
In November 1914, after the German occupation of Brussels, Cavell began sheltering British soldiers and funnelling them out of occupied Belgium to the neutral Netherlands. Wounded British and French soldiers as well as Belgian and French civilians of military age were hidden from the Germans and provided with false papers by Prince Réginald de Croÿ at his château of Bellignies near Mons. From there, they were conducted by various guides to the houses of Cavell, Louis Séverin, and others in Brussels, where their hosts would furnish them with money to reach the Dutch frontier, and provide them with guides obtained through Philippe Baucq.[18] This placed Cavell in violation of German military law.[4][19] German authorities became increasingly suspicious of the nurse's actions, which were further fuelled by her outspokenness.
The night before her execution, Cavell told the Reverend H. Stirling Gahan, the Anglican chaplain of Christ Church Brussels, who had been allowed to see her and to give her Holy Communion, "I am thankful to have had these ten weeks of quiet to get ready. Now I have had them and have been kindly treated here. I expected my sentence and I believe it was just. Standing as I do in view of God and Eternity, I realise that patriotism is not enough, I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone."[30][31] These words are inscribed on her statues in London and in Melbourne, Australia.[32][33] Cavell's final words to the German Lutheran prison chaplain, Paul Le Seur, were recorded as, "Ask Father Gahan to tell my loved ones later on that my soul, as I believe, is safe, and that I am glad to die for my country.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edith_Cavell
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Situated on Admiralty Pier for connection to ships, this was constructed on an expanded pier by SECR, finished in 1914, began to be used on 2 February 1915 but was not available for public use until 18 January 1919; in the meantime it had been renamed Dover Marine on 5 December 1918. It was a large terminus with four platforms covered by a full roof. Platforms were extended to take 12-car trains in February 1959.[6] It was renamed again to Dover Western Docks on 14 May 1979, and was closed by British Rail on 26 September 1994[1] with the demise of boat trains and the opening of the Channel Tunnel. It has since been turned into a cruise-liner terminal.[7]
Work on the new train ferry pier at the station suffered damage worth £300,000 during the Great storm of 1987.[8]
Regie voor Maritiem Transport used to run ferries until 1994 from here to Oostende railway station which connected into Belgian railway line 50A run by NMBS. There was a fast ferry service using the Jetfoil as well as conventional ferries.
The Southern Railway opened a large locomotive depot at the site in 1928. This was closed in 1961 and demolished.