Davy, the son of a Welsh miner is not a stranger to tragedy, and before the end of this tale he will suffer further tragedies. Already the hedgerows were starred with campion and primrose, with dog violets showing among the thistles and higher up, where the rhododendrons tailed off on th “He thought, ‘Now who the devil would build a school right out here? Nothing lives here but rabbits,’ but then, as at the station, his awakening senses told him the wilderness was teeming with life, every kind of life, and that there was promise here, in a month or two, of an immensity of colour and movement under the touch of April.Īlready the hedgerows were starred with campion and primrose, with dog violets showing among the thistles and higher up, where the rhododendrons tailed off on the edge of a little birch wood, the green spires of bluebell were pushing through a sea of rusty bracken.”Īt the start of this novel Second Lieutenant David Powlett-Jones, ‘A’ Company, Third Battalion, South Wales Borderers is dug out from a trench, the only survivor of a mortar shell blast.
“He thought, ‘Now who the devil would build a school right out here? Nothing lives here but rabbits,’ but then, as at the station, his awakening senses told him the wilderness was teeming with life, every kind of life, and that there was promise here, in a month or two, of an immensity of colour and movement under the touch of April.
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