THE STORY OF ONE CUMBERLAND TOWN AND
Keswick, Wythburn, St Johns in the
Vale, Threlkeld, Borrowdale, Portinscale, Braithwaite, Newlands,
ROLL OF HONOUR
A to F
G to J
K to N
O to Z
LOCAL WAR NEWS
BRIGHAM SCHOOL MEMORIAL
THOMAS ALAN HODGSON
1ST JULY 1916
WAR DIARY 8th BORDER
KESWICK PRISONER OF WAR
C K & P RAILWAY MEMORIAL
ARTILLERYMAN AT YPRES 1914
THE ROAD TO LA BASSEE
I went across to France again, and walked about the line, the trenches have been all filled in — the country's looking fine.
The folks gave me a welcome, and lots to eat and drink, saying '" Allo, Tommee, back again ? Ow do you ? In ze pink ? "
And then I walked about again, and mooched about the line; you'd never think there'd been a war the country's looking fine. But the one thing that amazed, me most shocked me, I should say there's buses running now from Bethune to La Bassee!
I sat at Shrapnel Corner and I tried to take it in, it all seemed much too quiet, I missed the war-time din.
I felt inclined to bob down quick - Jerry sniper in that trench ! a minnie coming over ! God what a hellish stench !
Then I pulled myself together, and walked on to La Folette - and the cows were calmly grazing on the front line parapet.
And the kids were playing marbles by the old Estaminet - fancy kiddies playing marbles on the road to La Bassee!
You'd never think there'd been a war, the country's looking fine - I had a job in places picking out the old front line.
You'd never think there'd been a war - ah, yet you would, I know, You can't forget those rows of headstones every mile or so.
But down by Tunnel Trench I saw a sight that made me start, for there, at Tourbieres crossroads - a gaudy ice cream cart !
It was hot, and I was dusty, but somehow I couldn't stay - ices didn't seem quite decent on the road to La Bassee.
Some of the sights seemed more than strange as I kept marching on, the Somme's a blooming garden, and there are houses in Peronne.
The sight of dear old Arras almost made me give three cheers; and there's kiddies now in Plugstreet, and mamselles in Armentiers.
But nothing that I saw out there so seemed to beat the band as those buses running smoothly over what was No Man's Land.
You'd just as soon expect them from the Bank to Mandalay as to see those buses running from Bethune to La Bassee.
Then I got into a bus myself, and rode for all the way, yes, I rode inside a bus from Bethune to La Bassee.
Through Beuvry and through Annequin, and then by Cambrin Tower - the journey used to take four years, but now it's half and hour.
Four years to half an hour - the best speedup I've met, four years ? Aye, longer still for some - they haven't got there yet.
Then up came the conductor chap, " Vos billets s'il vous plait." fancy asking for your tickets on the road to La Bassee.
And I wondered what they'd think of it - those mates of mine who died - they never got to La Bassee, though God knows how they tried.
I thought back to the moments when their number came around, and now those buses rattling over sacred, holy ground.
Yes, I wondered what they'd think of it, those mates of mine who died, of those buses rattling over the old pave close beside.
"Carry on ! That's why we died ! " I could almost hear them say, " To keep those buses always running from Bethune to La Bassee ! "
by Bernard Newman and Harold Arpthorp (1934)