Selsley 1839 I’ll never forget last Tuesday, even if I live to seventy. We all woke up so excited, never eaten porridge so fast. We put on our best blouses, aprons and hats, The men shaved their chins, put on their caps, Moleskin trousers and fustian waistcoats, And out we strode into the lane. Such … Continue reading “Selsley 1839”