Thorpe-le-Fallows 2010

This is an old story which I re-publish as today (11/11/2018) it is poignant...

There used to be a church in Thorpe-le-Fallows but it is long gone. It is the smallest of villages in the middle of nowhere. Inaccessibly hidden out of view in a field is a somewhat forgotten memorial to the local men who fell in the First World War. In 2010 the Western Front Association restored the memorial and held a re-dedication ceremony.

Stenigot dishes

If anyone wants to see the Stenigot communication dishes which featured prominently at the start of this project and on the cover of the book it might be a little late. They have been chopped up for scrap.

Locals are fuming that this landmark has vanished. Makes me wonder if they would be accepting of planning permission to erect new ones?

The Lincolnshire Echo covered the story though I think they might have got their communications crossed. I'm fairly sure that they are tropospheric communication dishes and not radar dishes.

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