NIGEL

For sudden, the worst turns the best to the brave.

[Danica Priest🦇🦎🦇🦎🍃💚🍃 @DanicaPriest]

I had a magical experience with a bumblebee yesterday. I saw her on the bike path and thought she was a goner, she couldn’t move her front legs but I still didn’t want her squished so I tried bringing her to a flower and she starting eating! But the coolest thing was… 1/

[Voices of WW2 @VoicesofWW2]

Everyone knows Dunkirk. 338,000 men rescued from the beaches, the "miracle" that saved Britain.

Almost nobody knows what happened 8 days later, 100 miles down the coast. This story was buried for years, and once you hear it you will understand why.

While Dunkirk was being evacuated, the 51st Highland Division was deliberately kept in France. Churchill wanted to prove to the French that Britain would not abandon them. So 10,000 Scotsmen kept fighting along the Somme while everyone else went home.

They fought well. Too well to retreat in time.

By June 10, Rommel's 7th Panzer Division, moving so fast the Germans called it the Ghost Division, had cut them off from every port. The Highlanders fell back to a tiny fishing town called Saint-Valery-en-Caux, with cliffs at their backs and the Royal Navy on the way.

A second Dunkirk. That was the plan. Operation Cycle, ships waiting offshore.

Then the fog rolled in.

The ships could not reach the beaches in the dark and mist. And by morning, Rommel had artillery on the cliffs above the town, firing down on anything that floated. Men climbed down cliff faces on ropes made of rifle slings trying to reach boats. Some fell. The rescue never came.

On June 12, 1940, Major General Victor Fortune surrendered the 51st Highland Division to Rommel. There is a famous photo of the two men standing together, Rommel grinning, Fortune staring into the distance like he is somewhere else.

10,000 men marched east into 5 years of captivity. In parts of the Highlands, nearly every family knew someone in the bag. They called it the lost division, and for decades many Scots quietly believed they had been sacrificed.

Two details worth knowing.

Fortune was offered better treatment as a general. He refused privileges and stayed with his men for the entire war, organizing care for the sick and keeping discipline in the camps. He was knighted from a hospital bed after liberation.

And in September 1944, the rebuilt 51st Highland Division was given one specific assignment, at the request of its commander. They liberated Saint-Valery-en-Caux. The pipers played in the same square where their brothers had surrendered four years earlier.

Dunkirk got the movie. These men got the long war.

Worth remembering them today.

[Proudofus.uk @ProudofusUK]

🇬🇧 You have been told Britain was a backwater before Rome. 🇬🇧

But people walked from the Alps to reach this island 2,400 years before Rome arrived. 🏔️

They came carrying gold no one in Britain had ever seen. 🪙👀

In 2002, Wessex Archaeology dug at Boscombe Down near Amesbury, Wiltshire. They opened the richest Bronze Age grave ever found in Britain.

More than 100 objects buried with him. Five Beaker pots. Sixteen finely worked flint arrowheads. Copper knives. Stone wristguards. And two small folded sheets of gold. The earliest gold ever found in Britain.

🏛️ He was in his mid-forties. Robust. Broad-shouldered. And carrying an old wound. A leg infection that had bent his bones.

And yet he had walked here. From what is now Switzerland. More than a thousand miles, walked on a damaged leg, to a country he had chosen.

His teeth gave him up. Tooth enamel holds the chemistry of the water you drank as a child. And his chemistry was wrong for Britain. The strontium and oxygen pointed to the cold-climate valleys of the Alps. He was born more than a thousand miles east of where he died. But buried in Britain.

He came to a people who had been here for thousands of years.

Stonehenge was being completed. Bronze was new technology. A bronze-worker could become wealthy on these islands. He was not running from something. He had come toward something. And he stayed.

🇬🇧 The British were already here. Long before him. Long after him. They have been here for thousands of years. And they are still here.

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Our story is older than his.

Older than Rome. Older than the pyramids.

Help us put our story where our children can find it. 👇🙏

👉 https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf 👈

Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧

Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

[newhallfarmardsley @newhallfarm]

I knew there was a reason i hadn't got around to using this some heap.
(Apologies, viewed thro a Mucky office window)

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

In 1995, 14 wolves were released in Yellowstone National Park.

No one expected the miracle that the wolves would bring.

[Jackjonestv @jackjonestv]

Big respect to the uk police 👮‍♂️ 🇬🇧 @metpoliceuk

#police

[NIGEL @Tinnige]

@watergypsi I’ve always loved Chester, walking the walls, watching life go by in a quaint little coffee shop.
Relaxing by the river, feeding the ducks.
Remembering the times when my Parents bought us here. Happy times,

[Proudofus.uk @ProudofusUK]

For a thousand years, when nobody was coming to help the British people, the British people helped each other. 🇬🇧

That has always been our answer.

Long before any state asked it of us. Long before any law required it. We were already looking after each other. 🙏

In the year 900, every Anglo-Saxon man was bound by oath to nine of his neighbours. If one was wronged, the other nine were responsible for putting it right. ⚖️

The whole village answerable for each other. It wasn't charity. It wasn't kindness. It was the law.

By the 1300s, every English parish kept what they called a poor box. 🍞

Bread for the family who couldn't farm. Wool for the widow who couldn't weave. Coin for the orphan with no one.

The state didn't tell them to. The state didn't even exist yet. They just did it.

In the 1400s, the wealthy started leaving their fortunes in their wills. Not to their children. Not to the church. To strangers. 🏛️

To houses where elderly neighbours could live for the rest of their lives. Some of those almshouses, founded six hundred years ago, are still housing British people today.

In the 1700s, the working men came together. They didn't own land. They didn't have fortunes. They had a few pennies a week. So they pooled them.

They called themselves Friendly Societies. ⏳

If a member fell sick, his family was fed. If a member died, his children were buried with dignity. If a member was injured, the doctor's bill was paid.

By the 1870s, half the working men of Britain belonged to one. Long before there was a welfare state, the British working class had built one for themselves. Penny by penny. 🪙

In 1824, William Hillary watched a ship break up off the Isle of Man. He could hear the sailors calling for help. Nobody was coming for them.

No navy. No coastguard. No state. ⛵

So Hillary asked the British people to be the ones who came. Volunteers. Donations. Lifeboats.

Two centuries later, the RNLI has saved more than 146,000 lives. Still volunteer-run. Still funded by donations. Still no state involvement. 🌊

In 1862, half a million Lancashire mill workers were out of work. A naval blockade had cut off the slave-grown cotton from America. Their families were starving.

Someone offered them slave-grown cotton from elsewhere. Just to keep working.

They voted on it. In Manchester's Free Trade Hall.

They voted no.

They chose hunger. For people they would never meet. For people enslaved on the other side of an ocean. 💔

In 1911, a chancellor named Lloyd George stood up in Parliament. He had a plan. Workers would pay a few pennies a week. Their employers would pay too. And in return, when a worker fell sick, his family would be fed. The doctor's bill would be paid.

He didn't invent the idea. He copied it. From the Friendly Societies the British working class had been running themselves for two hundred years.

Thirty-seven years later, a Welsh miner's son named Aneurin Bevan made it national. 🏥

They called it the National Health Service. One of the proudest achievements in British history.

And it was built on the model the Friendly Societies had been running for two hundred years before it.

British working people had already invented it.

The state finally caught up.

The state didn't give us this.

We gave it to ourselves. ✊

https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf 🙏🇬🇧

Be part of us.

Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

[Proudofus.uk @ProudofusUK]

He gave Queen Victoria chloroform. Then he saved billions of lives with a map. 🇬🇧

In 1853 a London doctor named John Snow was summoned to Buckingham Palace.

Queen Victoria was in labour with Prince Leopold, her eighth child. Snow administered chloroform.

The Church of England had preached against pain relief in childbirth. They taught that the pain of labour was ordained by God. Women were supposed to suffer.

The Queen called it "delightful beyond measure."

Overnight, one London doctor had made painless childbirth socially acceptable across the Empire and beyond.

But his greatest discovery came a year later.

In September 1854 cholera hit the Soho area of London. 616 people died in days.

Every doctor in Britain believed the same thing. Cholera was spread by bad air. "Miasma." Every medical textbook said so.

Snow did not believe it.

He walked door to door across Soho. He asked every grieving family the same question. Where did you get your water?

He drew a map of the neighbourhood and marked every cholera death as a black bar at the address where it happened. The bars stacked up like bodies in the street.

One street glowed with death. Broad Street. And at the centre of the cluster stood a single public water pump.

He took his map to the Board of Health. They refused to believe him. Everyone knew cholera was airborne.

The bodies kept coming.

On 7 September 1854 he went back. This time they listened. The handle was removed from the Broad Street pump. The outbreak stopped.

The pump had been contaminated by a nearby cesspit. One soiled nappy from a cholera victim had seeped into the groundwater. 616 dead.

Snow had been right. The establishment still refused to accept it for the rest of his life. He died in 1858 aged 45, a stroke, believing he had not been believed.

Twenty years later the world caught up.

Every sewer system on earth. Every water treatment plant. Every clean tap in every home. Every public health department. The entire science of epidemiology.

All of it is built on one English doctor's map.

The Broad Street pump still stands today on Broadwick Street in Soho. The handle has been permanently removed. A memorial to the doctor who walked the streets of London and changed the world.

This is your history.

Your tap is his memorial.

Help us find the next John Snow.

https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf

Be part of us.

Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

[Everyday Wow @EverydayWow]

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[Vinnie Sullivan @VinnieSull1van]

This is what my evenings were like upon the canals. Here, I was moored up yards from a village pubs where I was about to go and grab some dinner.

Will it be easy, getting back on, or living on the rivers and canals? No. But nothing worth doing is. I owe the people who've had faith me in me a great deal, and I hope that in time, I can repay them by showing them a world they'd have never seen.

[NIGEL @Tinnige]

@francewitch This has to be the most moving end for a comedy series.
Blackadder spends the whole series trying in vain, to get away from the front line. But in the end, accepting certain death, goes “Over the Top”, with his men.
Fading out to a field of poppies in Flanders , was genius.

[🌟ALLIE YARM 🌟 @francewitch]

Few moments in television comedy are as unforgettable—or as haunting—as the ending of Blackadder Goes Forth. While the series is packed with sharp wit, brilliant characters, and laugh-out-loud moments, its final episode, Goodbyeee, took viewers by surprise and delivered one of the most emotionally powerful conclusions ever seen on TV.

As the episode nears its close, Blackadder checks on his companions, asking if they’re alright. In a quietly heartbreaking moment, Captain Darling responds: “Ahm—not all that good, #Blackadder. Rather hoped I’d get through the whole show. Go back to work at Pratt & Sons; keep wicket for the Croydon gentlemen; marry Doris. Made a note in my diary on the way here. Simply says: ‘Bugger.’” The line lands with understated poignancy, perfectly capturing a mix of resignation and vulnerability.

Then comes the iconic trench scene. Baldrick’s simple, trembling words—“I’m scared, sir”—strip away the humour entirely, leaving only raw honesty. Seconds later, the whistle blows, the soldiers go “over the top,” and the chaos of the battlefield gives way to the serene, haunting image of a poppy field. The transition is seamless yet devastating, marking one of the most moving sequences in television history.

Decades later, the scene still resonates. No matter how many times you watch it, that combination of dark humour, humanity, and emotional weight makes it a masterclass in storytelling—and a reminder of how comedy can confront tragedy in the most unforgettable way.

[Dana Gricken says be kind! @DanaGricken]

Happy Monday, friends!

I am eagerly counting down the days until I move into my new house.

I hope you have something good you can look forward to as well. ♥️ You deserve it!

Take care! 🤗