Barnbarroch

At the moment I'm editing the diaries and memoirs left by my great uncle Frank Vans Agnew with a view to publication. He was a most remarkable man:

He was 46 when he travelled from America in 1914 to enlist, having been a veterinary surgeon, a farrier in Roosevelt’s Roughriders, an assayer at gold and copper mines in Western Canada and Kazakhstan, and an orange grower in Florida.

Posted to the front in May 1915 in 2nd King Edward's Horse Frank was soon in the thick of the action and in 1917 was transferred to the Tank Corps ( B Battalion), winning an MC at Messines. He was wounded and captured in November and spent 13 months in POW camps including Heidelberg, Karlsrühe and Fürstenberg before a spell in Copenhagen helping to repatriate British soldiers.

His later career saw him in Belize, prospecting for chicle trees, ranching in New Mexico and growing daffodils in Cornwall before his retirement, which was interrupted by two years in the Home Guard and three in the Royal Observer Corps.

He died in 1955. I only met him once, about a year before that.