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Swindon jug’s link to world’s first rock band!

I recently published a story about James Henderson who averted a railway disaster and it seems as if this family grave in Radnor Street Cemetery is going to yield further stories. In fact, cemetery colleague Noel had got there before me! Published in the Winter 2017 edition of Swindon Heritage is the story of Martha Henderson and where Noel’s research led him.

Jug’s link to world’s first rock band!

If it’s got ‘Swindon’ written on it, it’s always worth a closer look!

An item listed on eBay recently made a previously unknown connection between Swindon and a bizarre musical instrument.

The item listed was a silver-plated jug (picture, above) with the inscription

Presented to Miss M R Henderson

By her colleagues at College St Girls

School, Swindon and other friends

With best wishes for her future happiness

And I couldn’t resist digging a little deeper.

Who was Miss Henderson and what was her story?

Research revealed that the silver jug had been presented to a Martha Richardson Henderson when she married, sometime between 1903 and 1909, making the jug over 100 years old.

Martha, who was known to the family as Queenie, was born at Paddington in 1882, the daughter of a senior GWR engineer driver. Soon afterwards the family moved to Swindon and lived at 51 Rolleston Street, her father becoming an Inspector of Locomotives.

By the time Martha was 18 she was working a local board school as a pupil-teacher, the same job that Swindon’s suffragette, Edith New, did from the age of 14, and a similar role to today’s teaching assistants.

Martha’s husband-to-be was Frederick James Scoble who was born in Canada to parents born in Mexico and Brazil; quite an exotic mix!

Martha’s untimely death from pulmonary tuberculosis in 1926, at the age of just 43, must have been devastating to her family; she is buried in Radnor Street Cemetery, along with her sister and parents.

This seemed to be the end of the story, but Richardson as a middle name seemed slightly odd, especially for a woman, and it took my research in a new direction.

When the rest of her family tree was mapped out, it revealed that all her brothers and sisters had the same middle name. So where did it come from?

It was actually her grandmother’s maiden name, which is not a huge revelation, but the story of Martha’s great-grandfather, Joseph Richardson, perhaps reveals why the family were so keen to preserve the connection to the female line.

Joseph was a truly amazing person.

He was a stonemason and a self-taught musician who had a singular obsession.

During his work as a mason he noticed that stone from Skiddaw, a mountain the the Lake District, made a distinctive ringing sound when struck, and over the next 13 years he walked the mountain, collection stones that produced various notes.

His obsession nearly bankrupted him, but he had enough stones – some over two feet long – to make an eight-octave instrument called a lithophone, or specifically: the Musical Stones of Skiddaw.

The instrument was a hit with the public and he toured the country, with himself and his three sons all playing the same instrument simultaneously. They even played for Queen Victoria on more than one occasion.

Joseph Richardson’s place in the history books was now sealed – he had created the world’s first rock band! – and when he died in 1855 he was buried in the same cemetery as Isambard Kingdom Brunel at Kensal Green.

So the next time you see an object with ‘Swindon’ on it, take a closer look.

And the next time you are in the Lake District, pop into the Keswick Museum & Gallery, where you can still see (and sometimes hear) Joseph’s amazing creation.

Swindon Heritage – Winter 2017.

Richard James and Eliza Chirgwin

This grave always looks particularly beautiful at this time of year, although sadly my photographs don’t do it justice. This is the grave of Eliza Chirgwin and her husband Richard James Chirgwin, just by the Dixon Street cemetery gate, close to their former home at No. 27. I have long meant to research this couple and every year when the bluebells bloom I resolve yet again to see what I can find out about them, and there is a surprisingly extensive amount.

Richard James Chirgwin was born on September 20, 1850 at Phillack, Cornwall, the youngest child of George, an engineer, and his wife Honor. He married Eliza Callaway in 1873 and by the time of the 1881 census the couple were living at 19 Read Street where Richard James worked as an Engine Fitter in the GWR Works.

You can read more about Eliza and Richard in the obituaries published in the North Wilts Herald (see below) and if you should pass through the Dixon Street gate while the bluebells are in bloom you might like to pause awhile, as I usually do.

Death of Mrs R.J. Chirgwin – Mr Richard J. Chirgwin, J.P., of 27 Dixon Street, has suffered a great loss by the sudden death of his wife. The deceased lady was 77 years of age. She was about the house as usual on Wednesday, although her health had not been good of late. Early in the evening she went upstairs, intending to take a short rest, but she had a seizure, and before her husband, who was downstairs at the time, could reach her she had passed away. Dr. Lavery was fetched, but he could only pronounce life extinct. Both Mr and Mrs Chirgwin have been well known residents in Swindon for the past half a century, and they celebrated their golden wedding on December 23rd last. They are both natives of Cornwall, and came to Swindon 50 years ago. Mr. Chirgwin was for many years employed in the GWR Works but has been living in retirement for a number of years. There are two daughters. One is the wife of Mr Joseph Williams, who holds an appointment on the United Havana Railway in Cuba. The other daughter is Mrs. Anderson, wife of Mr Walter Anderson, Headmaster of Lethbridge Road Schools. The funeral will take place tomorrow.

North Wilts Herald, Friday, November 28, 1924.

A Swindon Social Worker

Death & Funeral of Mr R.J. Chirgwin, J.P.

Public Tributes

While on a visit to Exmouth, Mr Richard James Chirgwin of 2[7], Dixon Street, Swindon, passed away in his sleep, and the town has thus lost a devoted worker in social and religious causes. He had been in indifferent health for some time, and on medical advice had recently given up a number of his activities.

Mr Chirgwin was a native of Cornwall, but early went to live in South Wales, and after staying there six years came to Swindon in 1873, as an employee in the GWR Works. He gradually worked his way up, and at the time of his retirement four years ago was a leading foreman.

He was a very active Liberal, and had taken a prominent part in the work of the Party in Swindon and district for many years. He was a borough magistrate for a number of years, and was a very regular attendant at sittings of the Bench. Mr Chirgwin was well known in educational circles, and at one time was a tutor at the science classes before the Technical School was built. He was keenly interested in the work of the Workers’ Educational Association, and attended the meetings of the local branch until quite recently. He was also very fond of their summer rambles, and was a lover of long walks.

The deceased had occupied every position open to a layman in the Wesleyan Methodist Church. He had been a local preacher for 55 years, and last year, in company with Messrs. T.B. Jefferies, W. Chilton, E. Ransome, J. Clark, J.P., and T. Hiscocks, he received a special certificate from the Connexional Local Preachers’ Association. He began preaching in Cornwall in 1871, and frequently occupied the pulpit while in Wales. In Swindon he did service as a fully-qualified local preacher until 1924, when, on medical advice, he had to give up some of his preaching work. He was local secretary for the Aged Local Preachers’ Fund for 30 years, and also held the office of President of the Free Church Council for a time.

Mrs Chirgwin pre-deceased her husband three years ago, just after they had celebrated their golden wedding.

At Swindon Borough Police Court on Monday the Chairman (Mr. W.E. Morse) said he had to record the passing away of a member of their bench, Mr R.J. Chirgwin, who, as long as he (Mr Morse) could remember, had been a well-known citizen of Swindon. Five-and-a-half years ago he was appointed a magistrate, and he was always very regular in his attendance and diligent in the duties he was called upon to perform. He (Mr Morse) thought it would be the desire of the justices and the Court that a letter of condolence be sent to the members of the family of deceased.

This was carried in silence, all in Court standing.

The Funeral

The funeral took place on Wednesday in the presence of a large company at the Faringdon Street Wesleyan Church by the Rev. H.B. Turner (Bath Road).

The Rev W. Kelson (Superintendent Minister of the Swindon Wesleyan Circuit) conducted the service, being assisted by the Rev. W.B. Turner (Bath road), the Rev Montague Ashdown and Pastor Stocking.

The Hymns sung were “O God, the Rock of Ages,” and “Who fathoms the Eternal Thought.”

Voluntaries on the organ were played by Mr. Cassell.

Mr Kelson said when he first came to Swindon he and Mr Chirgwin were comparative strangers, but he had been able to enter into Mr Chirgwin’s life from the very first. Mr. Chirgwin had attained the most worthy objects in life. He was a man – a man after the type of the Supreme Man whom he came to know in his early years.

His religion was not merely an emotional one. It occupied all his heart, and also his mind. One could not wish to come into contact with a better character. His heart was warmed with the love of Christ, and his intellect had passed into his religion as well as his soul. He was not afraid to die.

His was a life of social and religious activity. There were a great many in Swindon who could speak of him with the highest appreciation of his services and all had a great esteem for him. His religion was comprehensive, a life embracing thing. They did not mourn for the life which had just been taken from them. Mr Chirgwin was a man who passed worthily through life: his end was peaceful, and his latter days were serene, which was fitting for one who took such an interest in life until the last.

Mr. Kelson referred to Mr Chirgwin’s debating powers, and added that although he regarded life seriously, he had learnt to smile at life’s troubles.

Not only the church with which he was so closely associated but also the town of Swindon would be greatly the poorer by his death.

The interment took place at the Swindon cemetery, the chief mourners being: Mr and Mrs Joseph Williams (son-in-law and daughter), Mr and Mrs Walter Anderson (son-in-law and daughter), Mr Kenneth Anderson, Miss D. Gibbs, Mrs C. Clack (niece), Mr and Mrs Ronald Clack, and Miss L. Symons (niece).

Long list of mourners and floral tributes.

North Wilts Herald, Friday, February 11, 1927.

Guided cemetery walk

Many thanks to everyone who joined us for the first of this season’s walks. The weather was kind and the rain held off.

We were joined by members of the Menham family as Andy spoke about Swindon Town football legend Bob Menham. Kevin followed by telling us of the military career of his son Reginald Menham and reading a poignant letter taken from Mark Sutton‘s book Tell Them of Us.

Further talks included the stories of Frederick and Elizabeth Alley, Minnie Price, Ethelwyn May Collet, Elsie Wootten White and another sporting legend Scottish rugby player Dr. Charles Reid. Jon told us about the continuing work of the volunteers and introduced members of the team who give so much of their time to looking after the war graves and helping visitors find family graves.

There were lots of fascinating conversations as visitors shared their family history stories with us. It was lovely to meet Clare and I hope you found your family grave. I look forward to receiving your information and photographs to publish here.

Our next walk will take place on Sunday April 28. Meet at the chapel for 2 pm.

Railway Stories

I’m having a rather expensive sandwich and a cup of tea (not many people drink tea now, I find it’s become an ‘old persons’ beverage) in a coffee bar which proudly boasts on the signage that it was ‘established 1999.’ It is situated in the former railway factory established slightly earlier – in 1843!

The model train has just done a circuit – a nod to the railway history of the McArthur Glen Designer Outlet Village. In all fairness there are plenty of reminders – machinery, overhead cranes and the war memorials to the railwaymen who gave their lives in two world wars.

There is still a generation of railwaymen around who can remember the Works when it closed in 1986 making 1,100 redundant. A far cry from the glory days of the 1920s when there were more than 14,000 on the payroll.

As I sit here enjoying my sandwich and (generous) mug of tea, listening to the hum of conversation around me, I think of all those men who spent a lifetime grafting within these walls.

You may like to read the stories of some of them – see below.

Some railway stories

Elias Isaac Webb – still painting at the age of 83

Luke Higgs – a first class engineman

Edwin Thomas Brittain – oldest foreman in the Works

Tom Tindle – on the move

Today many families live at opposite ends of the country (and the world) and we tend to think of this as a modern phenomenon brought about by improved methods of transport. But people have always travelled to where there was work and Radnor Street Cemetery has many residents who came to Swindon and a job in the Great Western Railway Works.

Tom Tindle, or to give him his full name Tom Henry William Tindle, was born in York on April 18, 1855, the eldest of six children. In 1871 the family were living in Ashford in Kent, but when you look at the birth places of Tom’s siblings you can see they had also lived in Scarborough and London before settling down in Ashford, Kent.

Tom married Phillis Sarah J. Alderton, an elementary school teacher, at St George the Martyr in Southwark on April 24, 1878 when they both lived in the Old Kent Road area.

By 1881 the young couple were living in Stratton St. Margaret. Tom worked as a Coach Body Maker. He joined the Great Western Railway on May 23, 1887 as a Carriage Body Maker later becoming a foreman. By 1891 they had moved to 37 Regent Street where Phillis describes herself as a postmistress. In 1901 they lived at 10 Victoria Road with their four children. Phillis 18 and Nellie 14 were both working as pupil teachers. The boys Stuart 12 and Tom 5 were still at school. The 1911 census provides us with the additional information that Tom and Phillis had 6 children and that sadly 2 had previously died.

Tom lived in Swindon until at least 1920 when his address was 166 Victoria Road. He died in 1933 by which time he was living in Luton. The family returned the body to Swindon where he was buried with his daughter Phillis who died in 1905.

His wife Phillis out-lived him by eleven years. When she died in 1944 she was living in Bournemouth.

Philip Hawe Mason – businessman

In which our roving researcher Noel goes to great lengths to follow a Swindon story.

Philip Hawe Mason was born on December 5, 1827, the son of Wesleyan Minister John Mason and his wife Anne. His baptism appears in the Methodist Register of Births & Baptisms as having taken place on February 1, 1828 at his father’s house in Saint Luke’s Parish, London, performed by John Stephens.

An enterprising young man, Philip had arrived in Swindon by 1851 when he has his own grocer’s shop in the High Street. He later opened a second shop in Regent Street and by 1871 he is no longer living over his business premise but at Sanford House, a sizeable property on the corner of what is now Springfield Road and Croft Road. In 1871 he describes himself as a Grocer and Provision Merchant employing 15 men and 5 boys. Philip was an active member of Swindon’s society serving as Chairman of the Swindon School Board and heavily involved with the Wesleyan Church in Swindon, when tragedy struck.

His wife Martha, whom he had married in 1853, took ill (possibly worn down by 10 pregnancies). Medical advice was to move to a warmer climate so in the 1880s Philip, Martha and several of their children, moved to Devonport, Auckland, New Zealand.

Here too Philip took an active part in the local community, serving as an elected Councillor of the Borough of Devonport.

Martha died in 1904 aged 72 and Philip in 1908 aged 80.

Death of Mrs P.H. Mason

The news of the death of Mrs P.H. Mason, at Devonport, Auckland, New Zealand, will be received with undisguised feelings of regret in Swindon by those who were acquainted with that lady and her family during their residence in the old town.

According to a cablegram received by the deceased lady’s daughter, who resides at Bristol, Mrs Mason’s demise took place last Monday, May 9th. The first intimation of the sad event was conveyed to Swindon in a letter addressed to the Mayor (Ald. James Hinton), by Miss Mason. The letter supplies a pathetic fact as to the suddenness of the news, for Miss Mason states that a letter intimating that Mrs Mason was quite well arrived simultaneously with the cablegram announcing her death.

Some little time must necessarily elapse before a further letter explaining the cause of Mrs Mason’s sudden demise can be expected.

The deceased lady, who was 72 years of age, was highly esteemed during her residence in Swindon. She was a prominent Wesleyan, and took an active interest in the welfare of that body. Mr Philip Hawe Mason was also held in high esteem. He held the position of Chairman of the School Board, and was Circuit Steward in connection with the Wesleyan body for many years.

Mr and Mrs Mason left Swindon in 1881 and such was Mrs Mason’s state of health that she had to be carried on to the boat.

During the time she was abroad, Mrs Mason enjoyed excellent health. It is only recently that Mr and Mrs Mason celebrated their golden wedding.

The Swindon Advertiser, Friday, May 20, 1904.

Their daughters Anne Hawe Mason died in 1927, Catherine Jessie Mason in 1940 and Agnes Martha Mason in 1944.

Thank you Noel – you can come home now.

Rev Hanworth Hart Rackham and St. Paul’s Church

St Paul’s Church, Edgware Road, Swindon published courtesy of Local Studies, Swindon Central Library

You could be forgiven for never having heard of St Paul’s Church. It used to stand on the Woolworth’s site, although that won’t help you either as that store too has disappeared from Swindon’s town centre.*

The church of St Paul was designed by Edmund Ferrey and built in 1881 with a chancel added in 1883. St Paul’s served the myriad of town centre streets – Regent Place, Brunel Street, Gordon Gardens and others – all demolished during the 1960s re-development. An estimated population of 4,500 people were moved to housing estates on the outskirts of town and the prime retail site went on the market at £90,000. The church was demolished in 1965 when the valuable plot was acquired by F.W. Woolworth & Co. The St. Aldhelm’s Chapel stands on a small section of the former church plot.

The Rev Hanworth Hart Rackham arrived in Swindon following the death of Rev Douglas Ware in 1899. Born in Liverpool in 1860, Hanworth Hart Rackham was the son of Matthew Rackham, a Shipping Master Board of Trade, and his wife Katherine.

Swindon Clergyman’s Death

Rev. H.H. Rackham Passes Away in His Church

Death on Saturday evening carried away one of Swindon’s best-known clergymen, the Rev. Hanworth Hart Rackham, who had ministered as vicar of St. Paul’s parish for nearly 16 years. Happily there had been no long weary struggle for life, for the passing took place suddenly during vespers on Saturday evening in the church which he loved so well. It was a wonderfully peaceful end, and those who stood around the remains noted how the face was illumined with a happy smile.

Comparatively few of the congregation heard the sad news on Saturday night, and were greatly shocked with the intelligence which greeted them on reaching the church on Sunday morning.

Mr. Rackham, who was a native of Liverpool, was 55 years of age. He was educated at Worcester College, Oxford, where he took the BA degree in 1889 and the MA degree four years later. He was ordained deacon at Coventry, in the Worcester Diocese, in 1890, and priest in 1891. The first ten years of his ministerial life he spent as a curate at Kidderminster, where he had charge of a district church; but on the death of the Rev. D. Ware, he was presented by the Bishop of Bristol to the living of St. Paul, New Swindon, where he continued to labour until the moment of his death.

The late Vicar of St. Paul’s was a man of remarkable energy, which he displayed almost to the last, despite the fact that he suffered severely at times from disease of the heart. On taking charge of his parish he found its finances far from satisfactory, and he has left them thoroughly sound, besides building the Dowling Street Mission Hall and a new vestry to the church. This he accomplished owing to his splendid persuasive powers and his great faith in voluntary effort. He inaugurated in the parish a scheme of regular voluntary contributions, called the Sacred Treasury, to which members of the congregation undertook to subscribe week by week such sums as their means enable them to afford. The scheme soon became the backbone of the church’s finances in this thoroughly working-class parish. The outstanding feature of Mr Rackham’s work was not merely his energy, but his personal influence, which has been shown by the fact that his advice on spiritual matters has been sought by people living in all parts of England.

At St. Paul’s Church on Sunday morning, and again in the evening, when there was a large congregation, the Rev. H.J.W. Wrenford, in place of a sermon, made a short statement concerning the late Vicar’s passing. There was nothing in his condition to make one apprehensive that the end was coming. He was, as he had been on many previous occasions, obviously in pain and short of breath; but all through the day he was cheerful and bright, as he always was, surmounting all his pain and trouble. In the morning he was for a short time tending his roses in the garden, which showed that he was happy. Just before evensong, which he conducted in his usual bright and happy way, he came into the vestry, and we noticed that he paused for a moment, as he had often done before, to gain his breath. He went into the church to say evensong. He said the Confession and Lord’s Prayer. We noticed that he seemed in pain. We started the Psalms, and we had just finished the first of the Psalms for the evensong, which closed with the words “Put not your trust in man; put your trust in God, for vain is the help of man.” As soon as we had said these words he quietly collapsed on the floor. We did what we could to help him, but it was of no avail. It was God’s will; his time had come. I am sure of this – that he seemed to be conscious of no pain. It was certainly the most peaceful passing that one can imagine that one had ever seen. Immediately after he had passed from this world he lay with a smile on his face. I noticed that particularly, so I think we had great cause for thankfulness to God. We thank God that He gave him just the kind of death that he would have desired. Our Vicar, as you all know, would prefer to die in harness. I am sure there was no way in which he would sooner have passed from the world than in the presence of God in His Sanctuary.”

At the Cemetery

Thousand of people lined the streets as the coffin was taken up the steep declivity to the Cemetery, by way of Regent Circus, Eastcott Hill and Dixon Street. Such a funeral procession has probably never before been witnessed in Swindon. It stretched in a close line from St. Paul’s Church to the Town Hall.

The grave had been dug on the high ground near the Church of England chapel,** and in order to keep back the general public a large space was roped off and guarded by policemen.

Extracts from the North Wilts Herald, Friday, January 28, 1916.

Hanworth Hart Rackham 55 years old, priest of Edgware Road Vicarage was buried on January 27, 1916 in grave plot E7370 where he lies alone.

The Rev. Rackham’s grave has recently been rediscovered in Radnor Street Cemetery.

*The former Woolworth’s store is now occupied by OneBelow discount shop and Peacocks.

**The cemetery chapel was a non-denominational chapel.

Backswording and the Blackford family

The re-imagined story …

Of course, you are too young to remember Blackford’s the butchers. They used to have a shop on the corner of Wood Street and Cricklade Street, but that’s long gone. I can recall going to the shop in Bridge Street with my mother, although it could be quite a scary experience as old man Blackford was a bit erratic. He’d been a famous backsword player in his day and they said he’d been seriously injured several times during his fighting career.

I don’t suppose you know what backswording is either; no one plays it anymore. It was a brutal sport. Players had one arm restrained and with the other they beat their opponent about the head with a wooden stick, the aim to land a blow causing the blood to run for one inch.

There was some decent prize money to be won mind and more if you liked to gamble. Those old gamesters were made of stern stuff but they paid a high price. Joseph’s father Robert suffered from the frequent blows to his head and died from an accidental drug overdose of the laudanum he used to manage the pain.

Joseph concentrated on the butchery business, though and by the time he was raising his family backswording was a thing of the past. Joseph named one of his sons Brave – perhaps he thought he had the makings of a gamester.

Backswording – wood engraving by Richard Doyle (1824-83)

The facts …

Joseph Blackford was baptised at Christ Church, Swindon on March 24, 1830 the younger son of Robert Blackford and his wife Anne. Robert came from a long line of butchers and at the time of the 1841 census the family were living in a property on the corner of Wood Street and Cricklade Street. In 1851 Joseph was running the butcher’s shop on Bridge Street with his sister Mary. He married Mary Ann Holdway and by the time of the 1861 census they were living in the railway village at 10 High Street [later named Emlyn Square] with their two children William and Mary Ann. A third child, Elizabeth, was born in 1864. Mary Ann died in August 1865 and was buried in the churchyard at St. Mark’s.

Robert died in 1867 probably as the result of injuries sustained during his backswording career. The verdict of the coroner’s court was that he had “died from taking an overdose of laudanum, whilst labouring under a fit of temporary insanity.”

On February 27, 1867 Joseph married Rosanna [Rosina] Woolls, a widow who describes herself as a butcher. The couple set up home in Purton where they raised their family.

Joseph died in September 1906 aged 76 and was buried in plot D1447 with his son Harry Bath Blackford who had died just weeks before him. Rosina died in 1923 and their daughter Alda Priscilla Bamford died in 1932 joining her parents and brother Harry in plot D1447.

The Blackford family grave

Newspaper proprietor William Morris was particularly opposed to the sport of backswording, writing in his newspaper The Swindon Advertiser:-

And I recollect that this was particularly the case at the New Swindon sports. The left arm and side and thigh of one of the players was so cut and bruised that it had the appearance of raw meat, and although the man himself kept on, and always came up to time, the spectators became so alarmed at his terrible condition and lacerated appearance that some attempt was made to get him to leave the stage and insisted that a medical man should be requested to attend him …

Shrivenham was one of the places noted for its backsword players, and I have been told that on one occasion a player in that village continued to play after one of his eyes had been cut out and lay on his cheek, and slices of flesh had been cut off his arms. Of course, such a one would receive much encouragement from the spectators as being a “good plucky fellow,” and the flow of pence into his basket at the close of each bout would be most liberal…

The Popular Amusements of our Grandfathers -The Swindon Advertiser, Saturday December 6, 1884.

First Day of Spring

In 2005 Radnor Street Cemetery was designated a Nature Reserve. A team of Rangers worked to promote the benefits to Swindon residents of having a green oasis on their doorstep. With an earlier band of volunteers they worked on a Garden of Remembrance close to the Radnor Street entrance. They plotted an area in which to grow meadow flowers. They organised events, installed bat and bird boxes and led guided walks. Then came the financial crisis of 2007-8 and subsequent cuts in council budgets and soon Swindon was relying on the work of volunteer rangers, and Radnor Street Cemetery became a casualty of those cuts.

For me, Radnor Street Cemetery is all about the people and the history of Swindon but Spring is most definitely in the air and every good cemetery guidebook (or website) has a section on flora and fauna. As a townie and non-gardener I’m probably not the best person to write this and there are many in our little band of volunteers who would make a much better job of it, but it will be selective, brief and beautifully researched. Please feel free to add your own more knowledgeable comments.

I’ll begin with the snowdrop – everyone knows the humble little Galanthus Nivalis that flowers in late winter and heralds the coming of spring. The snowdrop has inspired stories and poetry, music by Johann Straus II and Tchaikovsky and was a nickname for the US Military Police stationed in the UK during WWII.

The daffodil belongs to the Narcissus genus and is recognisable to even a horticultural ignoramus such as myself. The daffodil has migrated from North Africa and Southern Europe and was adopted by the Welsh as their national flower, although when and why seems largely unknown. The leek has a much older association with Wales, but to the best of my knowledge, we don’t have any in the Cemetery.

The Common Primrose, Primula Vulgaris, is to be found by streams, in orchards and woodland and grows in profusion in Radnor Street Cemetery. Edible, drinkable (primrose wine and tea) and the roots are considered to have an analgesic property – but don’t take my word for it. Apparently the primrose was Benjamin Disraeli’s favourite flower (Conservative Prime Minister in 1868 and 1874 to 1880).

And what about the Muscari Grape Hyacinth (are you impressed – I had to look it up?) The Wikipedia description is of a plant that produces “spikes of dense, most commonly blue, urn shaped flowers” so very appropriate for a cemetery. The Grape Hyacinth is one of the earliest garden flowers to bloom in the spring.

So that is probably the sum total of my flora and fauna knowledge. Is it too early for bluebells – probably? I’ll let you know when I see them. What else should I be looking out for? What are the names of the trees and shrubs – come on cemetery followers, help me out here.

But I do have some pretty photographs for you.