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Adlestrop is a village in the valley of the River Evenlode in the Cotswolds about 3 miles (5 km) east of Stow-on-the-Wold in Gloucestershire. Adlestrop House was built in the 17th century as the Rectory. It was altered in the 18th century and extended in the 19th and 20th centuries.
Thomas Leigh, a member of the manorial family, was Rector of Adlestrop from 1762 until his death in 1813. A cousin of his was the mother of the novelist Jane Austen, who visited the then rectory at least three times between 1794 and 1806. She is thought to have drawn inspiration from the village and its surroundings for her novel Mansfield Park.
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Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop -- only the name
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
Edward Thomas
It is Remembrance Sunday in a few days to commemorate the contribution of both military and civilian servicemen and women in the two World Wars and later conflicts. I thought this image of the rural village of Adlestrop will be appropriate.
In our busy lives we rarely have the opportunity to step back, ponder and reflect about what those in the military have sacrificed for us to be able to live in peace. We should never forget what those who served have experienced in the face of danger beyond our comprehension.
A view inside the parish church of St Peter at Daylesford, near Adlestrop in the Cotswolds, rebuilt in the high Gothic style by JL Pearson in 1863. It has a cruciform plan with a striking pyramidal spire. The church is now owned by the St Peter's Daylesford Charitable Trust and shares services between the Church of England and the Roman Catholic church.
A cottage garden bench in Adlestrop, deep in the Cotswolds.
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It has been impossible to load anything to Flickr today until now, the website and app has been down for most of the day. Has anyone else had similar issues?
A quiet fell side village on the edge of the Eden Valley and tucked under the foothills of the Pennines. No claims to fame, a rather sleepy place, today bathed in April sunshine and the daffodils past their best. Its not really on the way to anywhere and I passed no cars on the road in or out. Put me in mind of Adlestrop.
You could never run out of things to do in the Cotswolds! The Cotswold hills cover a vast area of natural beauty, historic sites, and family-friendly attractions, that makes it so perfect for a memorable visit or holiday. The Cotswolds is the UK’s second largest protected landscape and its ancient beech woodlands, thatched cottages, honey-coloured dry stone walls and centuries-old buildings will leave you feeling like you have travelled back in time.
Walk through the towns and explore the beautiful cottages and local arts and crafts. The wool trade, which made the Cotswolds very wealthy centuries ago, contributed to the building of many churches which are now known as ‘wool churches’. St James’ Church in Chipping Camden is a fine example of the wealth contributed towards building such beautiful churches. There are also century-old skills still being practiced that contributes to restoring and building more dry stone walls; the skill of dry-stone walling is still being practiced and taught since 5,500 years ago and also thatching. William Morris, the Victorian poet, designer, craftsman, socialist and founding father of the Arts and Crafts movement, chose Kelmscott Manor as his inspirational Cotswold retreat and the country house and gardens are open to the public to explore from April to October each year.
Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
by Edward Thomas
Photo by David Dukes
Deep in rural Essex, Blake Hall was far and away the least used station in the London Underground network. The station was built by the Great Eastern Railway in 1865 when it opened its branch line to Ongar. The contrast between this rural outpost and bustling stations like Oxford Circus some 25 miles away could not be more marked. The line between Epping and Ongar only became part of the London Underground network in 1957, being absorbed as an autonomous section of the Central Line operated by 4-coach shuttle trains. A typical train of 1962 Tube stock is seen departing from the single platform: as per Edward Thomas’ elegy to Adlestrop, no-one left and no-one came.
Passenger service at Blake Hall ceased in 1981, some 13 years before the Ongar branch was finally closed. The station house survives in private ownership.
February 1974
Zorki 4 camera
Agfa CT18 film.
This location has been on my bucket list for a while now, and whilst I was not too far away and on my own, I made a detour back from Fairford to here.
Perhaps this scene is a good reason why we should hesitate in using the term Listed Building as in this example what is listed is the bench and the sign and not the structure that surrounds them! The two listed items come from the local railway station that closed in 1966 and so are original and the main reason they have been saved is the poem 'Adlestrop' written in 1914 by Edward Thomas.
The station closed in 1966, and the sign and bench came to this location in the early 1970s.
Adlestrop, Gloucestershire
17th July 2023
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Adlestrop, by Edward Thomas
Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
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The West Somerset Railway.
On a wet day in Wales, Class 153 Super Sprinter No. 153323 glides slowly through Dolau with the 09:14 Arriva Trains Wales service from Crewe to Swansea.
Dolau is often referred to as the Welsh Adlestrop, after the former station in the Cotswolds. The tiny new shelter barely has room for two people. Plaques and certificates are testament to the hard work put in by the local action group, while a selection of railway poetry is pinned to the wall.
Thanks for your visit… Any comment you make on my photograph is greatly appreciated and encouraging! But please do not use this image without permission.
St Mary Magdelene's. A place of many arches.
Richard Burton reads the poem Adlestrop (1914) by Edward Thomas
Twelve iPad drawings printed on dibond aluminium . For The Art of Poetry exhibition at WOA Bampton May 3rd-25th 2014
Adlestrop
Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.º
Edward Thomas