It's one of the nation's favourite poems written as a love letter to the beloved home, our soldiers were fighting for in the Great war. Edward Thomas travelled this way through the Cotswolds in the glorious summer before the war to end all wars.... He recalled how nothing happened... Except of course the peace we search for... Jane Austen was a visitor here 200 years ago. But it's these few conversational lines that so encapsulates everything we love about our island home. I know the poem by hea

A History of the First World War in 100 Moments: Helen Thomas's final farewell to her husband, the poet Edward Thomas - ‘I stood at the gate watching him go. He turned back to wave until the mist and hill hid him...’

Edward Thomas