My setting aside of the meagre royalties from my First World War articles on the Triond set of websites to benefit the St Dunstan’s charity for blind and partly-sighted ex-Services personnel is now going to be continuous.

A thank you for those who have read my First World War articles, the November income from which I promised to donate to St Dunstans, a UK charity for blind and partly-sighted ex-Services men and women.

In the summer of 2011 I cycled the length of the First World War Western Front with a companion, all the way from the English Channel to the Swiss Border. It was a moving journey, each different site visited being an emotional experience of its own, but the concrete forts and bunkers in the wooded hills above Verdun stand out in my memory.

In the summer of 2011 I cycled the length of the First World War Western Front with a companion, all the way from the English Channel to the Swiss Border. It was a moving journey, each different site visited being an emotional experience of its own, but the concrete forts and bunkers in the wooded hills above Verdun stand out in my memory.

In the summer of 2011 I cycled the length of the First World War Western Front with a companion, all the way from the English Channel to the Swiss Border. It was a moving journey, each different site visited being an emotional experience of its own, but the concrete forts and bunkers in the wooded hills above Verdun stand out in my memory.

In the summer of 2011 I cycled the length of the First World War Western Front with a companion, all the way from the English Channel to the Swiss Border. It was a moving journey, each different site visited being an emotional experience of its own, but the concrete forts and bunkers in the wooded hills above Verdun stand out in my memory.

In the summer of 2011 I cycled the length of the First World War Western Front with a companion, all the way from the English Channel to the Swiss Border. It was a moving journey, each different site visited being an emotional experience of its own, but the concrete forts and bunkers in the wooded hills above Verdun stand out in my memory.

In the summer of 2011 I cycled the length of the First World War Western Front with a companion, all the way from the English Channel to the Swiss Border. It was a moving journey, each different site visited being an emotional experience of its own, but the concrete forts and bunkers in the wooded hills above Verdun stand out in my memory.

In the summer of 2011 I cycled the length of the First World War Western Front with a companion, all the way from the English Channel to the Swiss Border. It was a moving journey, each different site visited being an emotional experience of its own, but the concrete forts and bunkers in the wooded hills above Verdun stand out in my memory.

Continuing the key points from a fascinating talk I attended on life in the First World War Trenches.