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Names and Comments of Some of the People Who Visited Glen Cottage
Taken from remaining visitors’ books

Thanking all the Royal Marines, Royal Navy, Royal Air Force, also the dear old Army boys for the good times we have all spent during the War Barbara Poole



To Newton Ferrers, the Pooles and all I’ve known here, au revoir (but not goodbye, I hope).  I shall never forget the good times I have had here.  All that I would like to say in appreciation I find impossible to put down in words.  Ever yours,
Sorrowing Paddy
Pedro Corrigaros, La Buque Trene, Buenos Aires
Albert Deroeck, Brussels (HMS Imperieuse)
James Dodd, AB, Knotty Ash, Liverpool 14
There will always be an England while there are folks like these. 
D Bilborough, RN
To Mum.  Thank you and god bless you for putting me on the road that has brought me through.  Nearly 7 years ago we first met but eternal time can never erase the golden memories.  I hope someday I hope you will visit my family, so for now it is au revoir, not goodbye. 
Love Johnny, 13 Orchard Place, Faversham, Kent
England forever. Scotland forever.
The rain was trickling down on my neck, as I said to Bob: “If we
Could only find a cheery spot and have a cup of tea.
We were both browned off, for Bob was far from home and wife and bairn
And I was longing for the lass who is my main concern
And so two sailors stood and groaned and wondered what to do.
When suddenly we heard a voice, “d’you want some tea, you two?’
You know the rest.  You know the hospitality we got
You’ve had a basinful yourself of the wonder of Glen Cot.
Gordon Sell (late of Amagede, Nigeria), BWA
When climbing the hill of prosperity may you never meet any old friend falling down.  God bless you and your loved ones. 
AC W/1 Walker E, Collaton Cross, WAAF
England 1942.  ‘Hold On’.  IK
The Sailors’ Toast: Here’s to our wives and sweethearts - may they never meet. 
George E Collett, 17th May 1944
ATS Toast: Here’s to our husbands and boyfriends. May they never meet also.
In this world or the next. 
From two go-getting Netton-ites
Who stole the pasties?
If there’s room for me in this book, there’s room for me in your heart
There’s room for both of us in heaven, where true friends never part. 
Stokers D Kay, RR Evans, J Wright, L Williams
We enjoy your apple tarts, they’re just like mother makes. 
480 Batt, ATS
It was in 1941, the last time I was here at Mr & Mrs Poole’s, then I was in the 7th Batt the Buffs.  The Pooles have not altered, in fact, it seems they are much kinder than ever to all personnel of the services, also the best friends I have yet had.  God Bless them. Dated this day the 24th January 1945. PS – and still are. 
Ed McClatchie
Glen Cot and the Pooles exactly the same. 
The constant flow of faces hasn’t worn them out
And never will.
RN E J Fisher, Plaistow
A little kindness on a cold day, surely goes a very long way. Thank you. 
Cpl D Hough
It’s comfortable and homely
Is this little place
A haven when lonely
And you’ve got a ‘long face’
When its portals you enter
The atmosphere you feel
Then your mood has to surrender
For on it peace sets its seal.
An apple tart, a cup of tea
Which bucks you up no end
They do it just for you and me
That hand on the way, which they lend.
It’s not a canteen, but a haven
A place you must appreciate
Its memory of which you’ll be saving
Until you reach your own garden gate.
So please remember
Your appreciation to show
By leaving it as you found it
Before you go. 
BF 9th August 1944
Home Sweet Home. Best wishes and kindest regards to Mr & Mrs Poole for their kindness and hospitality towards me when home on leave.  Thank you. 
Pte W Bending, Army Dental Corps, Royal Army Medical Corps, No 19 Coy (now with 102nd General Hospital)
Here’s to them that we love, here’s to those that love us
Here’s to those that love those that love us.  Good Luck to everyone at Glencot.
Signed 3 Leading O.T.U.’s. 
Eric Dyson, Rochdale; Jeff Powell, Wrexham; Harry Phipps, Leyton E10
Appreciation for all that Mr & Mrs Poole have done cannot be expressed by words – sufficient is it to say: “We have been at home here, and now we must leave”.  (The lads know what it is like to leave home). 
Colleen Hurst (Cpl PJI), 23 Laureate Terrace, Exning Road, Newmarket, Suffolk.  21.2.1948
The house in the valley I shall always remember no matter where I go as it gave me
The greatest place of repose. 
J Smith, Sept 21, 1944
We wish to thank Mr & Mrs Poole for her kindness not only to us but for all the services. 
We hope with all our hearts that after the war she will always prosper and never want through her lifetime. 
WAAF 13BC, Collaton Cross
Glen Cot is – England at its best. 
L B Davies, 8.7.46
Have destroyer, have a yacht.  But station me at old Glen Cot. 
Walter Watkins, LDG/S70 HMS Onslow
Thank you very much Mrs Poole and family for food which was welcome when I was hungry; and hospitality which was even more welcome because it is so rare and unexpected these days. 
Donald D Sim(s), September 8th, 1947
The best this world can offer. 
Gnr Newhouse
I peeped through the window
Was invited inside
Went under the porchway
Through a door open wide
Into a room
Very tidy and neat
And was greeted by a girl
Very lovely and sweet.
Babs is her name
I don’t know the rest,
But any house that she enters
By beauty is blessed. 
A J, London
I cannot express myself with your kindness more than a simple thank you, but it comes sincerely.  Glen Cot has been a wonderful haven during my stay at Newton Ferrers.  Thank you very much Mrs Poole and the family. 
B B Bailey (Bristol)
When I have ceased to beat my wings
Against the hopelessness of things
And learn that compromises wait
Behind each hardly open gate
When I can look life in the eyes
Grow calm and very coldly wise
Life will have given me; the Truth
But taken in exchange – my youth.
When you are old Mrs Poole
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book
And read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your memories of glad grace
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
And loved the pilgrim soul in you
And watched the sorrows of your changing face.
Then bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
Then hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 
Jock McIntyre. 2 MRV 10th August 1947
England for ever.
Wales for one day longer. 
Vivienne Stacey, WREN, Cwmrhydyceirw
You ask me to write in your album,
I hardly know how to begin,
but I wish you joy in simple things,
In friendship, books and flowers
That every day, in every way
Be filled with many happy hours.
Thank you Mr & Mrs Poole, for the most wonderful time I have had since I have been at Collaton. 
Vernon S Wickland (RAF) 46 Ashbournham Rd, Greenwich, SE10.  March 4th, 1943
A friend in need is a friend indeed. Many thanks for hospitality and a grand cup o’ tea.  Frank Fawcett, RN
This was my lucky day I discovered Glen Cot
Home from home with plenty of good, big eats
The applet tarts are sweet, and so are Mr & Mrs Poole
Many thanks for your hospitality and the best of luck. 
Bill Young
I walked in solemn silence in a dull dark cloak – awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock – from a cheap and chippy chopper – on a big black block – but then I found Mrs Poole.  Many, many thanks. 
Wilf Darby, 10 Squadron RAAF, Melbourne, Australia
Many thanks for an excellent lunch.  My first beneath this roof
One of the most happy experiences of my life.
P, 13 April 1943
This is all the gang of the Royal Marines.  The best bunch of fellows that have ever come to Newton Ferrers, at least we think so.  The landlords at the Swan, the Dolphin and the Globe will second this.  We taught the ferryman Bill Roach how to row and he showed us the way to fall out of a boat (at least two of us got wet shirts) coming to Auntie’s.  Wakie, wakie, rise and shine.  The morning sun is strong enough to scorch your eyeball out, it’s raining hard enough for a walking stick.  Steady boys, steady.
Signed by the lads of P Company 
Glen Cot is the kind of place you want to write home about – a rare thing, an experience not often found in Service life.  We’d like you to know two brothers have this week-end enjoyed a memorable meeting, chiefly due to Mrs Poole’s generosity and warm hospitality.  You’ll never make a fortune but you’ll be rich in the good wishes of us all.  Aug 23rd, 1942. 
Ron Downing AB, Jx255510
Ken Downing Cpl RM, Ply x868
Food like the Ritz
Far from the Blitz
Four miles from 441 HAA Bty RA. 
Gnrs Butterworth JHR, C Ford, R Beasby, Jimmy Perkins
A little place, away from home,
Waters green, flecked with foam;
Dear country folk, so good and kind
At Newton Ferrers you will find.
An apple tart, a cup of tea,
A happy host, good company
Many thanks for all this lot
To Mrs Poole and old Glen Cot. 
C Parkinson, LSBA, S Best, SBA, RN Hospital, Plymouth
When months and years have passed you by
And on this page you cast your eye
Remember it was a friend sincere
Who put these lines of remembrance here. 
George Punnouris, RAAF, 66 Bayswater Road, Kings Cross, Sydney, NSW
Mere words cannot express our appreciation in tasting real eggs and strawberry jam again.  It was lovely.
As I was walking down the street the other day
A woman passed by and said, ‘oh, by the way
Why aren’t you dressed in khaki or in navy blue
Fighting for your country that’s been fighting for you?’
I turned around and answered with a smile
I’ve been fighting for my country all the while
I gladly took a chance, now my right arm’s in France
And I’m one of England’s broken dolls. 
I thank you from the very bottom of my heart for the many kindnesses which you have bestowed upon me.  I shall remember to the end of my days this happy little household set in the heart of the most beautiful countryside in England.  Again as I sign off I thank you. 
Gnr G Barton, RA
Of all the places that I’ve been
And hospitality that I have seen
Has happened at Glen Cot
A cottage just below the village green
Where all the boys in Services
Can go and spend their spare time at the Cot. 
R F Rowe Gnr, 525 Battery RA, Romsey, Hants 
E L Austin, 546 Battery, HMAA Romsey, Hants
Poole’s teas are a delight to all the men who have to fight.
Many thanks for the kind hospitality you have shown me. 
God bless you Ma and Pop.  
Gnr A Girvan 525/82nd S/L Regt RA
Just a lonely soldier far from home and wife
I thought the pleasures I once had
Were my inheritance for life.
But then came blood and slaughter
Battle and sudden death
The peace of home was shattered
And parting choked one’s breath.
But a sailor comes ashore again
Still very far from home
For a rest between the battles
Just free from wind and foam
Chance led him to the house of Poole
Though stranger that he be,
He was welcomed there and made to feel
Like one of the family.
A sailor travels both far and wide
And meets peoples of many races.
But if he could choose his port of call
It would be ‘Glen Cot’ and all its graces. 
To Mrs Poole.
When walking along a country road and wishing some friend to meet
Just cast your thoughts on Netton and sometimes think of me. 
Signed L/Bdr Goodall, Stoke Point
It is very hard for me to put in words my feelings toward Mr & Mrs Poole and Barbara of Glen Cott.  All I can say is that I greatly appreciate all that they have done for me, allowing me to spend three most wonderful days here.  Thank you with all my heart and I shall never forget it. 
Bob Miller (G. Robert Miller), SM 3/c USN.  C/ss LCT (5) 293.  Atlantic Fleet
When down in Devon I chanced to roam
To find this haven, home from home
These are the words of a grateful guest
For a night of peace and rest.
And I sincerely hope and pray
That I shall enjoy a return visit some day. 
J W Heath, A/B.  RN
It is our wish to thank Mr & Mrs Poole for their hospitality and kindness.
The Diamond Brothers ‘Adagio Trio’ : last appearance, the London Palladium. 
We remain yours most sincerely,
Ed, John and Happy
So happy a spot, is this wee Glen Cot.
Mr & Mrs Poole, thanks a lot. 
Hugh Copeland, Helensburgh, Scotland.
I shall always remember Glen Cot when at sea and hope to be coming back one day.
I am no poet and prose is certainly not my forte, so must confine myself to a simple but sincere ‘thank you’ for all you have done and are doing me and man other lads in uniform who are fortunate in being stationed within easy reach of Glen Cot.  Sincere thanks, 
W A Fellam (Tellam?), Wireless Mech RN, Stoke Damerel, Devonport
Thanks to Mr Poole for all the comics also parcels he contributed to the dance prizes, also the way he looks after the girls in 480 Battery. 
Yours WM & NC
They say see Naples and die;  but why die when there are still apple pasties to be enjoyed at Mrs Poole’s in Newton Ferrers.  One thing Naples and Glencot, Newton Ferrers have in common is they are both run by dictators.  The Glencot one called Major Barbara.  Many thanks Mr & Mrs Poole, for your unequalled hospitality and generosity to me. 
Eric A Wood, Wireless Mechanic, Stoke, Devonport, 17/10/41
Although my heart echoes the sentiments so truly expressed in the foregoing pages, no word of mine could serve appropriately to describe my innermost thoughts when I reflect just how much the kindness, generosity and pleasant company of Mr and Mrs Poole, Barbara and Yvonne have meant to me during my long stay here. 
Stuart, 20th October 1941
A home from home means a lot to me which I greatly appreciate.  Newton Ferrers is a lovely spot, but I far more enjoy Glen Cot.  Mrs Poole and Barbara’s influence have stopped me from going to the places of booze which I have promised to do. 
Albert (Fred)
We did our training at -----ing
We practised firing in Wales
But the place where we found hospitality the best
Was at Glen Cot with Mrs Poole and the rest. 
Sgt R Brocklehurst RM, Marine H Firth
Dear Mammy & Pop
You will never know how much I look forward to coming to your home which I have now come to regard as my own.  No words of mine can express my appreciation of all your kindness and the infinite care you take to make ‘the boys’ happy and comfortable when they come to see you.  I am quite sure that long after we have all returned to our own homes, we shall have cause to remember, with sincere thankfulness, Glen Cot and its very hospitable occupants.  On behalf of us all, once again, many, man thanks for the grand work you are doing so willingly.  Sincerely yours,
Jimmy III (J F T Potter) O/Sig, RN.  Croydon, Surrey
In Newton Ferrers arrived us three
A lovely time was had by we
Man a time we’ve stayed for tea
And we sincerely wish it could always be
(But this war has got to be won)
Thanks very much Mr & Mrs Poole for the unstinting generosity you have shown us boys.
Bill, Lofty, Waky and Yorky
To Mr & Mrs Poole, who have been like parents to me while on a few days leave.  May god see fit to pin more peoples’ eyes to the wonderful work which they are doing and may they receive their reward in heaven. 
Billie D Myers RM 2/c USN
This is only my first and I hope not the last
Of my visits to this nice place
Where once I have seen and still hope to see
Many a kindly face.
Thanks a million everyone.
Stan Wright, Gunners RA
I’ve been in many homes both in my own country and here in England, but I can truthfully say that I have now found for the first time a place where I feel ‘at home’ and brother, the words ‘at home’ mean an awful lot. 
‘Buddy’, Alfred N Hynan, RM 2/c USNR
My most enjoyable weekend in the Navy was spent at Glen Cot.  It’s a place one doesn’t forget easily.  Thanking Mrs Poole for her kind hospitality. 
Alan R Baugh ER, W Howell, ERA
On behalf of the Marines and myself, I thank you for your kind hospitality and true friendship.   I can add a lot more to that but I have written what I think in the most simple manner.  Sincerely yours, 
J K Henderson, RM, Fifeshire, Scotland
Glen Cott – ‘far from the maddening crowd’.
Mrs Poole, this has been a pleasure to stay with you.  The work you do for the boys is grand and I wish you all the best of luck.  I wish too that there were many more in the country like you. 
A S Clinch, RN
It took three visits to Newton Ferrers for me to find Glen Cot. 
I know now that the first two were just a mere waste of time. 
Gnr E G Packer, 525/82nd RA, Ascot, Berks
Never again will I visit Noss Mayo as it reminds me of home. 
This is my first time here and I hope is not the last.  I find it Home from Home and only wish other people like Mrs Poole existed. 
Sig Ronald Bibby, Preston Lancs, 30th August 1942
Many thanks for delightful apple tarts and an hour’s real PEACE in a world at war. 
Colin Andrews, London W12
On behalf of my ‘big bro Thackie’ and insignificant me, I express our sincere thanks and gratitude for the wonderful reception we received.  Personally, I only hope the opportunity arises when I may come and be among you again.  Don’t think I’m raking it in; but your hospitality is almost overwhelming in every respect making one feel forever indebted.  Anyway at least I’ll send you a postcard.  “To hell with convention”.  That seems to be the motto round here, and I’m all for it.  Well, here’s to the next time and good luck to all at Glen Cot.  I think the best little phrase I can use is, God bless you all. 
Marine C V Wright, 9 Cromwell Place, St Ives, Huntingdonshire
From Lincolnshire I come, to Lincolnshire I go. 
When Lincoln’s done for me to Aunties then I go. 
With respects to Mrs Poole.
From Marine Albert (Bill) Birkett, Scunthorpe, Lincs
Though the time spent at Mr & Mrs Poole’s was short every minute spent was thoroughly enjoyed by one and all. The boys, 4 Taffs and a Jock. 
J Harris, RN, Pontypridd
J McLeod, Brithdir, Wales
D H Thomas, Cardiff
P Williams, Brithdir
Jock Pilkethly, Dundee
The kindness shown to us and described by Gordon in above article cannot be over estimated.  We were two strangers walking through this quaint little village in a downpour of rain when we received the kind invitation from Mrs Poole to partake of some tea.  We two, Gordon and I are indeed grateful.  As I write this I am seated comfortably in a soft armchair in front of a log fire in the home of Mr & Mrs Poole, again I repeat we are indeed very grateful. 
Robert S Howie RN, Cast Street, St Andrews, Scotland
We herewith submit our application for transfer to the Newton Ferrers Fire Brigade, forthwith. 
S Moulde, NFS, Jack Vale, NFS
Whenever in this book you smile
Whenever in this book you frown
Please don’t forger the chap who spoilt it
Writing in it upside down
All the best and many thanks to Mr & Mrs Poole Barbara and Don, also Yvonne from
I J (Tom) Bourke, NZD 3551, RNVR
Streams may come and streams may go
But the Poole’s stay on for ever.
Thanks a lot for a wonderful time.  Yours for ever,
Dick Williams, Royal Marines.
With heartfelt thanks to one and all, as to this village we chance to call, and though it rained from morn ‘til night, the peace we found, was a pleasant delight.  Many thanks to Mr & Mrs Poole for your kind hospitality. 
From two of the boys RN
Glen Cot has provided me with warmth
And many a pleasant hour
But the heart of Mrs Poole
Is just like an open flower.
God luck and God bless you. 
C Freeman, 1015 RM
We take the opportunity of thanking Mr & Mrs Poole for the kindness and generosity  they have shown us.  The apple tart and cooking is the best I have known, and I always tell my friends to visit Mrs Poole when they want relaxation and comfort, not forgetting the peace and the neighbourhood.  In Glen Cot, one finds warmth and happiness, when life gets you down.  I am truly thankful, my friends told me of this lovely abode.  We also thank Barbara for the ‘smacking’ time she has given us, especially the afternoons spent collecting chestnuts.  Thanks again Mrs Poole, while people like you exist, England will never fall to the enemy, that includes Barbara and Mr Poole too.  Thanks a million. 
Ord. Seaman F Yates, RNVR
Ord Seaman D Fradgeley, RNVR
Thanks to them that’s far away
I wish that they were nigh
If drinking tea would bring them back
I drink the Poole house dry. 
Cpl McManus M (Jock)

Even after two years’ absence we still remember Glen Cot and Mrs Poole’s tea. 
Leading Stoker E Williamson ex Heybrook Camp
Many thanks for your kind hospitality which is as rare as the beauty of its surroundings. 
SBA J Davenport
With very many thanks for the all too few happy evenings I spent at Mrs Poole’s in Newton Ferrers, my three happiest evenings I’ve spent in the Army! 
429 Hy A P, RA Gnr G Andrews OFC
Very glad to be back in them parts where people are hospitable.  A too rare thing these days but nevertheless all the more appreciated. 
Corporal J Clears and his wife August 42
From the white cliffs of Dover
To the people of Newton Ferrers.  We wish you the best of luck. 
S/Sq J I Beer, L/Bdr Gill E, Dover, 468 S/L Battery
I was down here before in 1941, I never thought I would be back
But here I am again to enjoy the same hospitality as before. 
J McInnes, August 1942
The world is large and food is not plenty, so if you are around this way, call at Mrs Poole’s when your stomach is empty. 
Another gunner
During two years of Army life and all the incumbent hardships caused thru’ not only Army short-sightedness but civilian stupidity I have found an oasis of sanity – Glen Cot. 
J C Bowdery
Life is nothing without music.
My sincere thanks to Mum, Pop and Babs for all they have done for me.  Although my stay was not very long, I shall never forget Glen Cot and the happy evenings we had together.  Hope that this is only ‘au revoir’ and we shall all meet again under more happy circumstances.  Until then the very best  of everything to you all.  If you are ever around my way, the address is, 14 Leslie Road, Toll Bar, St Helen’s, Lancs and I only hope that I can make you feel as much at home as you have me. 
Thomas Pender, REME
Being as we are no fools, we always dine at Mrs Poole’s
She makes a pastry that is tasty, and a mighty bun for the ‘44’. 
J W Downs, HAA, A Bunlim, HAA, R Apted, HAA, A Woon, HAA, J Anderson. HAA
While walking down the village street
I met a marine with blinking big feet
He said, ‘Don’t you be a silly fool,
Go and stay with Mr and Mrs Poole’.
Thanking them for a very enjoyable weekend, spent at (Glen Cot). 
Jack Morris and George Brant (Liverpool)
The month was June, the sky was blue,
I was at Glen Cot and saw Babs too.
At first I thought I’d make this a habit
But then I discovered she’d too much ‘rabbit’
But nevertheless and notwithstanding,
The hospitality passes all understanding. 
Whose eyes say stay, so you stay and talk
And later on you say, how about a walk?
But Babs knows the answers and puts you right,
She’s a charming girl and we’ll come again
‘Cos the tea is good and the grub alright. 
John, Dover.  Eddie, London.  Hughie, Glasgow
He’d agree, the same as me
That Glencot is the place to be
For fun and friends and company
And homely hospitality
Are all found there abundantly
And I say thanks with all sincerity
To Mum and Dad and dearest Babs
For all the lovely hours you gave me. 
Yours Johnny
The weather was dull and life seemed cruel
So we came down to see Mrs Poole
She made us tea with a big apple tart
The way we were treated would warm your heart
I thank you sincerely, here’s ‘all the best’
It sure was a pleasure to be your guest. 
Tel E Garvie RNVR.  Paisley, Scotland
Never was so many grateful for just two
Nothing is too much trouble for them to do
We thank them from the bottom of our hearts
For the comfort they gave us and their lovely apple tarts.
North, South, East or West.  This place is the best. 
Eric McDonald, Perth, Western Australia
This house is like my own home although it is far away I shall always think of my wife don’t matter what ever happens.  Please God get this war over.  Thank you for a quiet seat and a good read. 
George Stubberfield, London
Mouse no cast shadow like Elephant. 
Harrie Douglas, 10 Sqdn RAAF Mt Batten, 22nd May 1942
We aye have a braw tea.  “Up wi’ the bonnets”. 
L/Bdr Jock Knight RA, Fife
L/Bdr N D Cooper RA, Loughton, Sussex, 25/5/42
A good cup of Scots’ tea by a lovely fire
It’s just like being at home by your own fireside.  From a Scot (Edinburgh). 
WAAF Spencer, AC
My life I’ve spent in wandering around
Many good billets have I found
But without a doubt the best of the lot
I found when I came to dear Glen Cot.
A homely welcome and cheerful smile
Has helped to make my life worthwhile 
L/Bdr Skidmore
When I find a more beautiful place I shall stay there. 
D R Thomas, Ardath, 13 Rangers Road, Cremarne, Sydney, NSW Australia
When, when, when
Shall we find a pint
To have after our tea?  26.6.42
Albert, Jock and Lea
Do you know if you and I could make life so happy and beautiful as the Lady of this House does to all our fellow friends, life would be worth living.
Ken Dovercourt, 2.8.42
There is a famous seaside place called Blackpool
That is noted for its fresh air and fun
But even this is nothing compared with ‘Glencot’
And the hospitality that is offered to one. 
F Dowell, AB. Ex Valiant
I’ve served my time in a warship, I’ve served my time at sea
But I’m coming back to old Glen Cot, and the welcome that is waiting for me. 
Ken Jones, AB.  Valiant, the fighting ‘Val’.
I’m a lad from Wembury Coastal Defence Station and have made this my second home for some while now and will soon be leaving for sea.  I shall never forget you at Glen Cot. 
P A Singer, HA Range RN, Wembury. 9.8.42
Artillery Gunners never say no to a nice cup of tea at Mr & Mrs Poole’s. 
This place reminds the Gnrs of home.  
Gnr Powell RJ, and Gnr Staples, 341 HAA  Bty RA (nightbirds) 
The world is large and food is not plenty, so if you are around this way call at Mrs Poole’s when your stomach is empty. 
Another Gunner
I’ve spent my life in the saddle, I’ve earned a cowboy’s pay
But I’m coming back to old ‘Glen Cot’
When I’ve saved a bit more pay. 
Sheriff W L Viner AB, Ex Valiant, the ship of ships
Thank you for the happiness
Although we soon may part
I’ll have the memory of Glen-Cot
To carry in my heart.
My loved ones left me years ago
And none can take their place
But meeting Ma and Pop and Babs helped
Fill that empty place.
Happiness we cannot buy
The best things have no price.
So thank you dears for giving me. 
A glimpse of paradise. 
R H Arnold, J H Arnold, RNF
All over England green sites were had
But thoughts of leaving this one
Makes us very sad.
Amidst glorious surroundings and Beauty unsurpassed
And all the lovely ladies.
Blimey, ain’t they fast? 
Colin McKay, George, Ron Marshal.  5/5/42
Just a few lines from the Forgotten Army
While we are on site it drives us barmy. 
Gnr Green A.G. 468 RA
In days of old when scotch was scotch
It would start your tonsils singing
And trickled down your petrol pipe
And started up your engine.
But nowadays scotch isn’t scotch
It’s weaker and no wetter
And it costs you 22/6d a time
Just to tickle your carburettor. 
O.S. Ludbrook, late of Raleigh and Lyneham
Remembrance of you all is like a golden chain
That will bind us together till we meet again
And though we may be far apart
You will forever be in my heart.
George Harrison RN
Oh Scotia, my dear, my native soil
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent,
Long may your hardy sons of rustic toil
Be bless’d with health and wealth and sweet content. Burns. 
From an Airdrionian. 
Marine J Murray
Had we never loved sae kindly, had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met, nor ever parted, we had ne’er been broken hearted.  Burns. 
L/Cpl Jock
When the golden sun is setting
And your thoughts from cares are free
And of others you are thinking
Will you sometimes think of me?
Gnr J Cairns, Bonnie Scotland
Some hae meat, an canna eat;
An some wad eat, but want it
But we hae meat, and we can eat
So let the kind Lord be thanked.  Burns. 
Cpls Beaney, Durn, Middleton, L/Cpl Olven RN
With duster and sweeper I ought to be good
But I apparently turned out to be a ‘dud’
If everyone else was as good as I
You would see the muck rise gradually high.
We left ‘Aussie’ on Anzac Day (1942)
Bound for the Blighty shore.
And here we are in the land of beauty. 
Cpl D Cook, Narrabean, NSW, Australia
Cpl F L Masters, Worgan Hills, Western Australia, 10 Squadron
Ease not the protestations of my heart
Nor seduce the ecstasy from my body.
They live in the tissues of my blood
To be awakened only by you. 
Michael Baxendale, 241 Hy AA Bty RA
The Airman’s Lament
The poor airman lay down a’dying
As under the wreckage he lay.
The mechanics they gathered to listen
As his last dying words did he say.
Take the piston rods out of my back-bone
The connecting rod out of my brain.
From the base of my spine take the crankshaft
And assemble my engine again. 
G. Ladbrooke, 929984 LAC Mount Batten, Plymouth, 20 Dec 1942
Royal Marines
Royal, if a battle deem we’ll trust in you,
And our steam to pull us through
So till we touch the water cold
I’ll stand with you because you’re bold,
Fire that gun till deemed for hell
One thing no one else can tell,
Then I’m sure the presentation
Words shall be,
Marines and Navy rule the sea.
Though bayonets gleam of death to be
Counter and riposte, that’s me
This says the Englishmen as they tread,
That’s the reason Germans have fled.
But, those who have stayed
To fight it out, death as rained
Without a doubt
To soldiers this sounds great maybe
But remember it’s happened the same at sea
And although they fire, shot and shell
Boarding the Altmaru proves
The Marines can fight with hands as well.
Cradled in the arms of the crescent moon
And with heaven’s light our guide;
Till victory’s in sight we’ll advance with the night,
‘Per mare per terram’, to the fight.  
C/Sgt Maxie Abel 10040 RM 9 Nov 1941
Boxers come and boxers go
But Monagers go on for ever. 
C/Sgt Maxie Abel RM, Darlington.  Monday 3rd November 1941.
Up the Marines and Navy. 
J K Henderson, RM, J Tidswell RM
Of all the homes I’ve ever known that is, a home from home. I know this is the best. 
When I see the faces all around.  So peaceful and at rest.  See you August
J Feilee
What!  Write in this book?
Where?  Ladies look and gentlemen spy.
Not I, I’m shy. Goodbye (but I’ll be back again). 
Stanley H Howe, RAAF, Adelaide, South Australia
Royal Marine Engineers. 
The work is hard, the pay is small.
So we do our best, and bless them all. 
Marine George Kenneth Wakefield, Berkeley, Marine J Large, High Wycombe, Bucks
Marine Scott Russell, Halifax, Yorks, Marine S M Williams, Warrington, Lancs
One day in September far back as I remember, I walked the streets in Akichat. What pride, with a stagger and a stutter, I sat down in the gutter and a pig came up and sat down by my side.  With a murmur and a mutter as we lay down in the gutter a passer by was heard to say, ‘you must judge a man who boozes by the company he chooses’ And the blasted pig got up and walked away.
You live for those who love you
Whose hearts are kind and true
For the heaven that smiles above you
And awaits your spirit too.
For all human ties that bind you
For the task your god assigned you
For the bright hopes left behind you
And the good that you can do. 
Ted O’Brien, Inverell, NSW Australia
What’s in a name?
There once was a fellow
Whose name was Longfellow
He rose to fame
By just signing his name
So that’s why I’ll sign my name
To see if I can rise in fame. 
Sgt Act A Payne, North Shore (NB) Regt. (Projure-Constant), Canadian Army
Lonely years we’ve spent apart
Will soon be ended now.
The face I’ve seen through lonely tears
Will soon be near my heart.
When I come home again,
The warmth of your smile
Will dry all our tears away.
When I come home again
The years will not seem
As long as they do today.
Though we have waited so long for the day,
Parted no more dear, I come home to stay.
When I come home again,
Memories will take
The place of our dreams today. 
E Lewsley, 29th May 1949
The Darkened Path
I tread a darkened path
Whereon the things I seek
Are hidden from my sight
As sunbeams in the night.
In rain I search each happy face.
That, passing close might bear a trace,
A hint, a smile, to bathe in light
The darkened path I tread.
I know that I am last
And cast adrift, alone
To walk disconsolate
Each year dispassionate
For deeper into loneliness
And all I seek is happiness,
A sweet content to transform
The darkened path I tread. 
E Lewsley, 19 Langlands Street, Dundee, Angus, Scotland.  30th May 1949
While round in brutal jest was thrown
The half gnawed rib and marrow bone.
That was the Vikings’ Christmas feast.
But things have changed to say the least
And nowadays we don’t feed that way. 
Signed Gnr Murray and Woods L A.  341 Hy A
When the golden sun is sinking and the earth no more is trod
May your name in gold be written in the autograph of God.
Thanking Mr & Mrs Poole for a lovely time. 
Dorothy Lloyd, 546 Hy (M) DA 2.2.42
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