Such craftsmanship by the forgotten man may it live on for another 300 years kind regards, Jack.

Agree. Sadistic paedophiles adopt a defenceless baby to torture and sexually abuse. Haunts me. Suspect these vile men have 'form' in their past that someone would have been aware of. Children who taunt and are cruel to animals? God knows. Perhaps they were simply born evil.

Chatting with Dusty Springfield about our signature looks. I still listen to her gorgeous albums. #dameedna#dameednaeverage#dustyspringfield#madge#madgeallsop

The Peasants' Revolt, a major uprising across England 1381. On #June 15 1381 #RichardII meets Wat Tyler & the rebels at Smithfield. The Wilton Diptych c.1395-6 National Gallery #London made for the private devotion of King Richard (1367-1400). #MedievalMonday

A Channel 4 News reporter asked @TiceRichard if he thought Nigel Farage’s comments from a WEEK AGO sparked the scenes in Belfast last night? Richard Tice: “Absolutely ridiculous, outrageous…You should be ashamed of yourself!” The best way to handle these idiotic questions. 👏🏽

On this day in 1215 King John puts his seal on Magna Carta. Though Kier Starmer is doing his best to undermine these freedoms. Thank God America was founded by Englishmen who brought these principles instead of continentals.

"No woman or maiden shall be forced to marry a man whom she dislikes." That's not a modern law. That was written in England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 over a thousand years ago. Anglo-Saxon women had more legal rights than your great-grandmother. On the same island. A thousand years earlier. 🔑 She could own land. In her own name. Buy it. Sell it. Leave it to whoever she chose. No permission needed. Not from her husband. Not from her father. Not from anyone. She could run a business. She could stand in an open-air court, raise her hand in oath, and the law would hear her the same as any man. ⚖️ On the morning after her wedding, her husband owed her a gift. Land. Money. Property. It was called the Morgengifu, the morning gift. It wasn't symbolic. It was legally binding. And it was hers. Not jointly owned. Not held in trust. Hers. Through everything. 💍 A woman called Wynflaed owned seven estates across four counties, her will still survives. Cynethryth, wife of King Offa, struck coins bearing her own name and face. The only Anglo-Saxon queen known to have done it. The coins are still in museum collections. 🪙 Æthelflæd, Lady of the Mercians, built ten fortified towns and led armies in battle. In the tenth century. ⚔️ While most of Europe treated women as property, this island wrote their rights into law. 🇬🇧 Then the Normans came. 1066. And they took all of it away. Every. Single. Right. 🚫 A married woman's property became her husband's. She couldn't own land. Couldn't sign a contract. Couldn't keep her own wages. Under the doctrine of coverture, her legal identity was absorbed into his. Bracton wrote it plainly: "husband and wife are one person, being one flesh and one blood." In the eyes of the law, she didn't exist. For over eight hundred years. Let that satisfy. Eight. Hundred. Years. In 1882, the Married Women's Property Act gave a married woman the right to own property, keep her earnings, and exist as a separate legal person. 📜 But Britain didn't invent those rights in 1882. It restored them. Rights that Anglo-Saxon women had exercised a thousand years before. On the same island, under the same sky, in a language that became the one you're reading now. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 This island forgot once. We won't let it forget again. Happy Mother's Day ❤️ Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧

Last year, I made the decision to take on a failing pub in my hometown. Why? Two reasons. Some financial independence, so I can speak a bit more freely. And because I knew if this historic pub closed, it would likely be sold and used as either a growhouse or HMO for migrants. This was my childhood hometown, and I knew that doing this would be like letting a cancer invade. So I put my money where my mouth is and invested nearly every penny I own to restore it back to a reimagined Victorian English pub complete with wingback armchairs and leather couches. Three local lads, myself and two others, worked day and night for seven weeks to pull a near derelict old building back from the brink. The response from the local community has been overwhelming. People in tears of gratitude that we saved the pub. I've been open three weeks, and the public has really taken to it. I took the extra step of employing an Anglo-South African security company to keep everyone safe and made it open to everyone as long as they behave. But more importantly, I'm making a stand. I'll fly the colours. I'll have my 4 ft portrait of Nelson and my 4 ft map of the Empire. I'll feature the great and the good of not only the local area but my nation. I did it for all the reasons they tell you not to. Kith, Kin, Country and Crown. 2026 is the year the English will rise. If any of you are up North, pop in. First ones on me. Special thanks to @VinnieSull1van wouldn't have known where to start without you. And also to @Sargon_of_Akkad, your plea about Swindon lit a fire in my belly. We have to walk the talk. God bless you all. 🙏🫡🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧

Jeff Banks is continuing his campaign to secure a minute’s silence for Henry Nowak before England’s opening World Cup match. He is now calling on the editors of every national newspaper to get behind the proposal and encourage their readers to support it. His argument is simple and a fair one, if football can unite to remember tragedies and victims from around the world, then surely it can take a moment to remember a young English lad whose death touched the hearts of so many people across the country. PLEASE SHARE AND COMMENT WITH YOUR SUPPORT! 🙏🇬🇧❤️👏✊

On a hillside this summer, a man will pay good money to take the coat off a sheep, then watch that coat earn him almost nothing at all. This is the wool trade now. A thing his great grandfather built a life on, worn down to a chore he runs at a loss. So look at the maths square in the face. It costs him around two pounds to shear one ewe. The fleece that comes off her, even now, in the best year for a decade, brings back about a pound and a half if she is a fine crossbred. If she is a hill sheep, a Welsh Mountain or a Swaledale, he might get thirty pence for the whole fleece. British Wool says the price would have to nearly double again just to cover the shearing. So every sheep he clips, he loses on. And he has to clip every one. A sheep left in her fleece overheats, cannot walk right, and gets eaten alive by maggots. The wool has to come off, for her sake, whatever it is worth. He pays, quite literally, for the privilege of being kind to his own animals. Now feel the weight of what we have let go. Wool once made this country rich. Whole towns were built on the back of it, and the great wool churches still standing across the Cotswolds were paid for with it. To this day the Lord Speaker of the House of Lords sits on a woolsack, set there centuries ago so nobody in the room would forget where England's wealth came from. A fleece was worth fourteen pounds a kilo in the 1950s. The wool cheque, in his father's day, paid the rent for the year. Today it will not cover the diesel to deliver it. And so, in farmyards across the country, men who would rather not are quietly burning the fleeces off their own sheep, because a fire is cheaper than the trip to the depot. A material so fine that a kingdom was built on it, going up in smoke in the yard because nobody will pay a pound for it. And what did we reach for instead. Plastic. Most of our clothes are now spun from oil, polyester and acrylic and nylon, shedding tiny threads into the sea with every wash, into the fish, into our own blood. It will not rot for generations. So here we stand. A fibre that grows back every spring on nothing but grass and rain, that warms a child and then feeds the soil when its work is done, burning unwanted in a field. While we dress ourselves, head to foot, in the very oil it was meant to spare us. The sheep on that hill is still growing the finest coat in the world. We simply stopped being worthy of it.

The BBC wanted to prove Muslims were integrating perfectly well into Britain They asked a woman in a Niqab what does being British mean to you? She says she doesn't understand English You couldn't make this up

The last timber-framed church in Wales still has an active congregation. Nearly 1,000 years after it was first built, people still gather here every week.

How did we even get here? That a Member of Parliament can call for the removal of English and British flags because they might cause a “breakdown in society”? Whose society? She should remember she serves the British people, under the British flag.

For over 300 years, the doors of All Saints Church, Trusley have opened onto the same timeless Derbyshire countryside. This tiny church has barely changed since 1713.

The baby was with a gay couple for a matter of weeks. He’d been taken to hospital several times. His injuries included bruising and serious sexual assault. Medical professionals, the police and social workers didn’t act. Too afraid of being called homophobic?

This is possibly the worst crime in modern history. Two men "adopted" a baby. "A post mortem examination identified more than 30 external bruises, as well as internal bruising to his mouth and throat, internal bruising to his anus, bowel and bladder, lacerations to his anorectum, and a perforated bowel." "One medical expert gave evidence that a bruise on the baby’s bottom appeared to be a human bite mark." Think what this poor baby went through. The men who did this should be put to death. Men should not be able to buy babies. I know that this will cause some anguish to good men who have good intentions, but it's necessary to prevent this happening. This cannot happen again.

A gay couple adopted a baby. The baby likely died while having his adoptive father James Varley's penis stuck in his throat, an "upper airways obstruction". His partner, John McGowan-Fazakerley also sexually abused the child. The baby was abused for months and suffered torn insides, a perforated bowel and bite marks. The couple pretended that the baby had drowned in a bathtub. Adoptions by gay couples should be banned. In fact, they should never have been allowed to begin with. The politicians responsible for this deserve jail.

🚨 “Pure evil”: Teacher rapes and kills adopted 13 month old baby boy, leaving him with 40 injuries in just four months and recorded it on Snapchat. Jamie Varley a teacher from Blackpool, and his partner John McGowan-Fazakerley adopted 13-month-old Preston Davey in 2023. The baby died after months of horrific sexual and physical abuse at their hands. Varley was found guilty of murder, multiple counts of sexual assault on a child under 13, child cruelty, and taking/distributing indecent images of the child. Snapchat videos he recorded showed the abuse. McGowan-Fazakerley was found guilty of causing and allowing the death of a child, cruelty, and sexual assault. Preston suffered more than 40 injuries, including a broken elbow and seizures, before dying from airways obstruction likely smothering. Varley claimed the baby drowned in the bath. Another monster in a position of trust exposed for destroying an innocent child. How many more of these sick “parents” are out there abusing and killing the babies they adopt?

💔RIP wee baby. I honestly don't know how his poor gran can go through life thinking this about her grandson. I agree. We should just publicly remove these vile beasts.

The grandmother objected to the adoption but woke social services refused. Social services even more captured than the Police. In Cumbria recently a baby was forced adopted because social services branded his father a right wing extremist because he was a Reform supporter x.com/i/status/2066837551625…