Antony Chessell
Antony Chessell


JULY 2021

Is the end in sight? I hope that 19 July will be the final "Freedom Day". However, we may still have to remain cautious, particularly if we need to get used to living with the virus for years to come.


I have spent time during the pandemic updating a book on the family history which I first wrote eleven years ago. Time flies! I am pleased with the result, which is a heavy, hardback book to be given to immediate members of the family.


Our latest book, Aspects of Buildings & Monuments: Branxton, Crookham, Etal, Ford by Antony Chessell & Gwen Chessell published by the Till Valley Archaeological Society (TillVAS)( ISBN 978-0-244-75069-5 is available for sale online at £10. See  details on the Books (cont.) page for ordering. Net proceeds of sale go to TillVAS.


My fourth book on local topics, Breamish and Till: From Source to Tweed, is available for sale, published by the Till Valley Archaeological Society (TillVAS)(, ISBN 978-1-291-58938-2 Price £10. Net proceeds of sale go to the Society. 

Information about this and other books, articles and poems can be seen on my Books & Books (cont.) pages and copies of some may be bought by clicking on the blue link at the top of the Books page and following the instructions.



Snout of the glacier, Magdelenafjorden, Svalbard

I had a surprise on a National Trust for Scotland cruise to Norway and Svalbard when I won first prize in the onboard poetry competition judged by Scottish writer, poet and guest lecturer, Kenneth Steven. All the entrants had to choose a subject related to the cruise and my inspiration came from the towering cliffs of the Magdelenafjorden glacier viewed from the Black Prince as she edged slowly towards the snout. I have persevered since as a non-prolific poet! This is the poem that started it all:-

Below the Sea Glacier


A towering, hanging cliff of blue and white; I gaze aloft

At changing patterns in pink-capped ice;

A heaviness of crumped and creviced shapes,

Held timeless, fixed in awesome state.


A frozen, ancient, pent-up strength; I sense the force,

The endless shifting weight behind the face;

A fractured, bursting, furious dam, suspended

In fearful, looming, threatening power.


A startling sound of splitting blocks; I whirl in awe,

At plunging, shattered, cut-glass stacks;

A thousand stabbing swords of crystal light

Slice through the viscous, inky depths.


A tumbling, plunging, roaring mass; I watch aghast

As whirlpools grow and fountains sprout,

And shuffling, crunching, sliding shards

Plunge with wild and angry strife.


A widening swish of jostling flows; I stand and stare

At whistling, hissing, rustling shapes,

As slowly, flowing, glistening, spinning,

They glide towards eternity.


© Antony Chessell

I was very pleased to have a poem in the spring/summer 2013 issue of The Eildon Tree (free from Scottish Borders Libraries). 'St. Kilda People' was inspired by a visit to the remote islands way out in the Atlantic Ocean when my thoughts turned to the people who inhabited the main island of Hirta for hundreds of years before evacuation in 1930.


I also had a poem published in the autumn/winter issue. 'Who am I?' expresses my thoughts on my genetic make-up and asks the question in the title. It does reach a conclusion—I think!

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