In 1833 six farm workers in the village of Tolpuddle, Dorset, seeing their living standards plummet, combined together to protect their wages. They were prosecuted and transported to Australia. Tens of thousands of protestors set off from Copenhagen Fields (the later site of this clocktower) to petition for their return. Their campaign was successful and the men were freed.
Tag Archives: History
The Hardy Tree
From St Pancras International trains run to places as diverse as Luton, Sheffield and Paris. Just after they have left the station they will pass a small church standing in an old churchyard.
Time
A photograph is a 2D representation of a 3D world; it is also an single moment trying to represent a 4D world
“The most solemn and awfull appearance”
A ideologically driven party forms the government and starts splashing the cash on vanity projects.
The Great Eastern
This is the first in an occasional series of posts looking at a particular place and events that happened there in the past. When I take a photograph I am always struck by that sense of moment it represents; for a fraction of a second I captured this instant. In that moment I also feelContinue reading “The Great Eastern”
Time and place
I have a strong sense of time and place. Sometimes it is looking through old photographs and connecting with the moment they were taken. On other occassions it is when I am photographing a place where something happened. I am currently working on a series of photo essays that will be appear on the blog over the next few months. Through my photographs and research they will each look at a particular place and a particular time.
Fading lines
To commemorate the lifting of the old tranway through Weymouth town centre I have produced a short video of the photographs I took walking the line back in 2017.
Collective memories
In my previous post I wrote about personal memories. In this post I look at our collective memories especially in the light of the current controversy over “denying history” following the toppling of slavers’ statues.
Home town
An enforced sojourn in my home town results in a few reflections on its past and present, and I am struck by the unique attraction of an actual railway line running down the middle of the road.