We came. We saw. We sat down & had a brew.

During the Second World War a bunch of hardy RAF heavy goods drivers based in Aboukir (a town on the Mediterranean coast in Egypt) would regularly ‘dawdle’ their trucks through the windswept plains of North Africa, hauling anything from ammunition to aircraft engines. As you may imagine these journeys were long, tedious & often fraught with danger. So when night approached for safety they would often park up in the middle of nowhere, whereby out would come tarpaulins, braziers & tables & chairs, even a silver candelabra made by a local craftsman in Cairo. Then under the stars, & amidst the chaos of war, the gentlemen of The Dawdlers Club would make the most of it with eccentric British style.

Although many years have passed since this time I thought we’d pay homage to their memory by reconvening The Dawdlers Club. As a social, & decidedly unacademic bunch of ex-forces military history sorts, our aim is to dawdle about the planet exploring sites of military interest such as battlefields, forts, airfields, that sort of thing, with a view to understanding who was there, what went on & why.

(Image: Picture shows a mug of tea perched precariously on a large log near the site of the Battle of Cheriton in Hampshire.)

So if this sounds like your cup of tea feel free to like & follow.

Yours sincerely

Dan