Maenan: the Second Battle of Britain.

Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14.

Afterword

Introduction

Maenan Manor stands in beautiful countryside near Llanrwst, North Wales. If its bricks, mortar and timbers had the power of human speech, what a story it could tell. During Britain’s greatest peril from 1939 to 1945, it served as a boarding school for children who were evacuated to the safety of the countryside in order to escape Hitler’s Luftwaffe whose blitz wreaked havoc on Britain’s cities. The school, started by Miss K. Bullick and Miss E.M. Jacques in 1930, was a microcosm of the national spirit, a spirit which saved Britain from its fiercest foes, foes who hammered at the nation both at home and abroad. In those days, children were inculcated with the spirit of loyalty, duty, patriotism and the need for such virtues as honesty, ethics, morality and integrity in all aspects of life. Britain’s ancient and enduring heritage of traditions and customs were held in the highest regard, and children were taught that Britain’s constitution had given the country the sort of stability and greatness such as no other country on earth had had, has, or ever will have.

The British people believed in the nation, believed in the greatest empire the world had ever know, believed in the constitution which had made all these marvelous things possible, things denied to other nations. The British people believed in the monarchy, believed in parliament – they believed in themselves, but, above all else, they believed in God.

Britain was still a Christian nation, it still held to the precepts of the Lord, it still held the Church in the highest regard and saw it as a pillar of the establishment and as the moral conscience of the nation. And in 1945, Britain, though severely weakened, was unconquered and unbowed. And Maenan Manor, a small speck in this great Sea of Integrity, had played its part, and its noble architecture, like the noble souls it sheltered, could stand proud and erect before the world.

Maenan Manor finally closed its doors in 1969, but, if we continue to attribute human qualities to inanimate objects, we can say that, little did Maenan realise that the major part of its work still awaited it. This may seem unusual to the reader who is well aware that in the opening years of the twenty first century these great values have all but crumbled into dust, and in their place have been set up concepts and ideas totally alien to Britain’s traditions – political correctness, multi-culturalism, supranationalism, disloyalty to Queen and Country and contempt for the traditions and customs which once made Britain a proud and upright nation. Sloppy dress, coarse manners, foul speech, sexual permissiveness, guady art and the sneering at our own heritage are the daemons which have driven out the Angels of Light. God is no longer worshipped – except the god of materialism whose temples are wide open and frequented on Sunday by the devotees of fads and fashions, while God’s True Temple is deserted and abandoned except for a small core of faithful. But as our tale will relate, Maenan Manor, which, in the war years of 1939 – 1945 was merely one barely noticed drop of water in a sea of high values, would, for all those who believed in the British way of life, be an island of refuge in a vast ocean of misery.

Mrs. Mary Hopson (nee Hulme), who has greatly assisted the author in the production of this work, and her brother Frank had the great privilege of being among the pupils at Maenan Manor during the years of the Second World War. Mrs. Hopson therefore has first-hand knowledge of the school and of its two great founders, Miss Bullick and Miss Jaques. Her book I Remember the Manor captures the atmosphere of Maenan and is a must for anyone aspiring to taste the flavour of good solid traditional education, an education which taught and encouraged the traditional values, above all, those of sacrifice and selflessness.

The author, Mr. Francis Andrew, is a post-war baby and thus has no personal experience of Maenan Manor. He is therefore heavily dependent upon Mrs. Hopson’s experience both of Maenan and of the war years.

It is our fervent hope that through this work, readers will be brought to a better understanding of the evil forces at work, forces which have succeeded in doing nothing less than to bring Britain to its very knees. And with a clearer perspective of the nature of these forces and their wicked perpetrators, loyal British people will be able to descry a pathway which leads them to the place of exile of lost values and abandoned beliefs and so be enabled to construct a route map in the great journey towards not only national recovery, but towards the very recovery of the very nation itself.

The root cause of our woes is the rejection of Christianity. If we have turned our back on God, then, for sure, God will have turned His back on us. The nation’s Christianity is not some optional extra (as so many Christians erroneously think), some fad or fancy that can be dispensed with on a mere whim; for whether we are believers or non-believers, fervently devout or lukewarm, the fact remains that our Christianity, even if only in an institutional sense, is woven into the fabric of the nation’s being. Reject that Christianity – and the nation falls. That is why this work is a blend of politics and religion; its chapters have Christian themes based upon Holy Scripture and Holy Tradition, for Britain is indeed a holy nation. We firmly hold that if we reach out to a much offended God, and tell God that we are truly sorry, He will reach out to us and give back to us our nation as He did once to the Israelites of old.

A.D. 2009.

Chapter 1.

Treason.

The First Station: Jesus is condemned to death.

In the Year of Our Lord 33, Christ gave Judas Iscariot a piece of bread dipped. And after the morsel, Satan entered into him. And Jesus said to him: That which thou dost, do quickly. And in the Year of Our Lord 1970, the British electorate returned the Rt. Hon. Edward Heath M.P. to power with a sizeable and working parliamentary majority, and the British people said to Mr. Heath: That which thou dost, do quickly. But the British Prime Minister did the opposite to what the British people had expected of him, and, in 1973, he betrayed the sons of Britannia to the chief priests and Pharisees of Brussels. And so, British sovereignty was condemned to die a slow yet sure death.

In the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus told His apostles who were willing of spirit yet weak of flesh, My soul is sorrowful unto death: stay you and watch with me….. watch and pray that ye enter not into temptation…. And in 1975, the British people were most definitely weak of spirit, their failure to watch and pray resulted in their being led to yield to the temptation to endorse Britain’s membership of what was then the very innocent sounding Common Market. The British people were duped into believing that it represented a system of mutual trading benefits, yet little did they suspect that in reality it was a trade involving thirty pieces of silver, and the price was the price of sovereignty.

On His walk along the Via Dolorosa, Our Lord was offered a poisoned chalice but he would not drink it. And on Britain’s own Way of Sorrows to the Golgotha of enslavement, the same cup of wine mixed with gall was offered to the British people – and they drank it to the dregs. So was the poison applied – and it took its insidious effects: the Single Market in 1986, Maastricht in 1992, Amsterdam in 1998 and Nice in 2002. More poison followed until at last, at long, long last, the British people awoke from their slumber and shook off their apathy. In the Year of Our Lord 2015, the British people elected with a resounding majority, a parliament dedicated to withdrawing Britain from the United States of Europe. The Government, headed by the Rt. Hon. Sir Edwin Hayton M.P., wasted no time in enacting legislation which terminated Britain’s membership of the USE and set her up once more as a sovereign and independent nation.

However, the poison which had been applied in ever increasing amounts since the fateful year of 1973, rendered the legislation of 2015 to be nothing more than a paper tiger. Since 1973, the institutions of state had succumbed to the poison – the armed services and police had, since 2010, been merely part of the apparatus of the USE, the civil service was pro-USE to a man, the euro had been imposed by force of arms as much as by force of law, and the judiciary was completely in the pockets of its masters in Brussels and merely functioned within the context of the Single Legal Area, interpreting and applying the diktats, rules and regulations which relentlessly and unstoppably poured out of the Brussels dictatorship. On top of all this, British agriculture and fisheries were dead, and so, the nation had lost its ability to feed itself.

In spite of all of these tragedies, Sir Edwin Hayton and his government remained undaunted. In the spirit of Sir Winston Churchill, they would never surrender, they would resist the determined efforts of the USE to force Britain against its will to remain within the fascist superstate. The Queen’s Speech from the Throne in the House of Lords made this point clear. My Government shall therefore with the utmost speed, take the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland out of the United States of Europe. The nation will be free, independent and sovereign. There shall be no authority above that of the High Court of Parliament, no law above the Queen’s Law and no appeals to courts or potentates outside of this realm. We make our own laws and govern ourselves with reference to no foreign body or institution…..

A bold speech indeed: the odious thirty pieces of silver had at last been cast back into the treasury. But it was too late. Though Britain in 1973 had freely and effortlessly legislated away its own sovereignty, it could not so freely and effortlessly take it back; thus had it hanged itself on its own halter, and the thirty pieces of silver had ensured the purchase of a burying field for strangers – the strangers in the eyes of Brussels being those who fought for the nation state.

Chapter 2.

Tregale.

The Second Station: Jesus is made to bear His Cross.

The Holmes family were unlike most families in Britain in the year 2015. They had not been tainted with what we might call the spirit of the age. Instead of the sour milk of multi-culturalism, the porridge of unpatriotism and the odious soup of supranationalism, father and mother had made the superhuman effort of ensuring that their offsprings’ upbringing consisted of their being fed upon the strong meat of loyalty to Queen and Country, respect for the Union Jack and a belief in the timeless values which had made Britain a once great and proud nation. But it came at a price; Christopher and Elizabeth Holmes kept their children Alfred and Margaret away from the urban politically correct indoctrination centres – still then called schools – and educated their children in the family home of Tregale Castle situated in the lovely countryside of Llanrothal in Monmouthshire. They were taught Christian theology, Greek, Latin, French, History, Geography, Mathematics, Science, English and Music. The fresh air of the rural setting of their home, the rolling fields of Christopher Holmes’ farm and the pure water of the brooks and streams which crisscrossed the countryside ensured for the Holmes children health in body as well as in soul and mind. mens sana in corpore sano, Christopher Holmes would often tell his children during the home schooling sessions which took place at the Castle.

Elizabeth was mother, housewife and teacher rolled into one. She was well qualified for this tremendous task; a graduate in Classics with a First from Cambridge, her mind was finely tuned for the acquisition of knowledge in the other academic disciplines in which she instructed her two children.

Christopher, also with a First in Classics from Cambridge (where he had met his future spouse) had left the halls of academe, as much unable as he was unwilling to adapt to the spirit of the age which filled the heads of staff and students alike at Bloomsbury University in the English Midlands where he taught Greek. Elizabeth could no longer tolerate the anti-Christian and anti-patriotic poison which she saw corrupting young minds in the trendy comprehensive school where she taught French. After much soul searching, Christopher and Elizabeth decided to resign from their posts. Fortunately, they had a roof over their heads. The Holmes family had lived at Tregale Castle since the Restoration of King Charles II. In a Royal Charter of 1663, Tregale was awarded to Squire William Holmes whose loyalty to the Crown had never wavered throughout the dark, tyrannical and puritanical years of Cromwell’s Republic. With the money they had saved from their time as teachers, the couple had decided to turn the lands of Tregale into pastoral and arable farming. CAP rules and regulations had ensured that the once bountiful fields were taken out of production and made to lie fallow and useless. Like so many farmers throughout Britain, Christopher and Elizabeth defied the USE diktats and sold their produce in local markets and fairs. Their farm produce was organic and not genetically modified – it was wholesome and healthy – and the USE did not like that at all.

Though successive British governments had decided to remain within the EU, Christopher and Elizabeth had decided to make their own personal withdrawal from it. This resolution was given added force when their first child, Alfred, was born in 2001, followed by their second, Margaret, in 2003. Tregale Castle and estate would present to their children the timeless image of Olde England – Christian, rural, manorial, traditional and peaceful. And so, in this idyllic pastoral setting, Alfred and Margaret only understood the spirit of the age through television, radio and the newspapers. Know thy enemy Elizabeth would often say to her children; and so part of the children’s education consisted of news bulletins and documentaries. These were analysed and critiqued in family seminarial sessions, and so, by this means, the children were inoculated against the spirit of the age.

But when the spirit diffused its misty mass over the nation, Llanrothal followed Tregale’s example, and before not too long, Monmouthshire was in line with Tregale and Lanrothal. When the United States of Europe had been created by the Treaty of Berlin in 2014, and the President, Antonio Beglyiar, decreed the British nation dissolved, Sir Edwin Hayton’s British Patriotic Alliance Party, was returned to Parliament with a massive majority of 520 seats. Britain and the British people had arisen from their state of torpor.

Awakening Britain from this state of torpor was no easy matter. Sir Edwin Hayton had to work very hard to bring together a disparate array of parties and interest groups which often bickered with each other as much as with the USE. But Hayton’s tireless efforts succeeded. And when it became ever increasingly obvious to the man on the Clapham ominbus that Britain was a doomed nation, Hayton’s attempts at a Grand Coalition of interests became easier. Corpus Juris and the Single Legal Area, robbed the British people of their Common Law rights to be tried by their peers in a jury of Twelve Men Good and True. They could be extradited to a foreign country in the USE to stand trial for a crime committed in Britain and for which English and Scots Law did not even recognise as a crime. So it was that those who expressed alarm at unchecked immigration into the United Kingdom and articulated their fears about loss of sovereignity to the USE, were transported to stand trial for racism and "xenophobia’ in the courts of Athens, Berlin, Paris and Rome.

The British people saw their money robbed from them in the form of hyperinflation when the euro was imposed by force of USE law and USE politicians and officials had their salaries and pensions protected by inflation lined adjustments.

But the real coup de grace on British freedom, independence and ancient Common Law liberties took place when the police and armed services were merged under USE supranational control, and USE diktats were enforced at the point of the bayonet.

And so those in the Labour Party’s Euro-Safeguards Committee, and in the Campaign for an Independent Britain cried as if in one voice – much better to have the extreme right wing from our own home grown soil than the fascism imposed by Brussels. And those in the Conservative Democratic Alliance, the Monday Club, the Anti-Common Market League, the British National Party and the National Front cried as if with one voice – much better to have socialism from London than socialism from the continent. And the common sense consensus that came out of all this was that the British people and the British people alone will determine how they are governed and under which system of political economy they would live. The true, honest and balanced voice of nationalism stated I am a Conservative, but much rather I have socialism from Westminster than capitalism from Brussels. And the socialist stood up and declared I would much prefer unfettered capitalism from Westminster than the reddest and best of Marxist socialism from Brussels. And so Hayton’s Grand Alliance was hammered out on the anvil of a common patriotism.

Isn’t it wonderful mum? said Margaret, Parliament has repealed all the Acts from 1973 onwards which took us into the USE. The hereditary peerage has been restored and the local USE quisling assemblies in Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland, and in the regions of England, have been abolished. Britain is a free and unified nation once again! Margaret was a very confident twelve-year-old girl.

And do you think Mr. Ego Beglyiar and his USE henchmen are going to just sit back and let all this be? exclaimed her more cautious fourteen-year-old brother.

Well, said their mother, we can only hope that the USE is genuine in its claim that it is a democratic organisation and will accept the will of the British people.

Christopher lowered the newspaper that he was reading and remarked, we all know perfectly well that the USE is anything but democratic, Beglyiar and his deputy Liam Dranken Smithers, and all the other expensive hangers-on like Carl Keenaday and Walter Vage, will use the perverted argument that secession can only be considered as valid if the majority of people in the entire USE desire it, not simply the majority in any one of its constituent parts. So ‘hope’ Elizabeth – it’s a vain hope.

Hope is never ‘vain’, Christopher, replied Elizabeth. You know as well as I do the sayings about ‘hope’. ‘While there’s life there’s hope.’ ‘Hope springs eternal in the human breast.’

And mum, interposed Margaret, I remember the quote from the poet Pope when you were teaching us poetry during English lessons – ‘Hope springs eternal in the human breast. Man never is but always to be blest’.

Well done, Margaret! exclaimed her father, you’ve been digesting well what your mother has been teaching you. But you know there is another saying about hope which seems to be the most appropriate to this situation – especially with regard to expecting the USE authorities to respect the democratically expressed wishes of an entire nation.

What is it dad? inquired Alfred

It is, Alfred, ‘to hope against hope’, replied his father.

But there have been many demonstrations, strikes and even uprisings in a lot of EU regions that still consider themselves to be countries; they are all demanding their freedom and independence from the USE, said Alfred.

But Alfred, interposed his sister Margaret, don’t forget that it is only in Britain that national structures still remain through which the democratic voice can be heard; the mechanisms for gauging the will of the people in the rest of Europe have all been dissolved.

Now answer this question, said Elizabeth. Can this cry for national restoration be expressed at supranational level through the institutions of the USE?

Of course not, said Alfred.

Can you explain why not, Alfred? asked his father.

Because all parties which advocate withdrawal have been outlawed in the USE legislation proscribing racism and xenophobia, replied his precocious son.

Which all goes conveniently to ensure the security of the ruling elite in their positions where they can rule us, dominate us and regulate every aspect of our lives, said Margaret, not wishing to be outdone by her brother in the field of analytical ability.

Anyway children, said their father pointing at the clock on the mantelpiece which was chiming the hour of ten, off to bed. Tomorrow is Sunday and we have church at 9 o’clock.

The children obediently trundled off upstairs to bed leaving Christopher and Elizabeth alone in front of the large ancient fireplace in the baronial family room of Tregale Castle.

Our children have wisdom way beyond their years Chris, said Elizabeth.

I feel we can pat ourselves at the backs Liz. We’ve kept them away from the corrupting influences which corrode the virtues which children once upon a long time ago were imbued with, said her husband.

But I’m worried Chris, said Elizabeth

What’s the matter my dear? inquired her husband.

Is there going to be a war Chris? And don’t answer in the negative just to put me at my ease. If you think there is going to be a war, say so plainly.

Christopher looked kindly and compassionately upon his wife, and if the dying embers of the fire replied by their mournful crackle followed by the collapse of the red glowing mound, then Christopher felt relieved that this analogous reply from beyond the fender took much of the burden off him, a burden composed of the weight of truth which he must employ in answering his wife’s question.

My love, said Christopher at last, the USE fascists will not accept British secession – you know that – you more or less said that to the children a moment ago, so of course I can only back you up in what you implied. War is inevitable for two reasons: the first, the most obvious one, is that Britain has dared to leave the Union; secondly, after our gold reserves were handed over to the ECB, we could no longer afford to operate a national defence policy. Members of the police, army, navy, air force all swear an oath of allegiance to the President and Congress of the United States of Europe rather than to Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. In effect, when we handed over the control of our fiscal and monetary policies, we handed over the entire country. Remember how you once taught the children during economy lessons about Lord Keynes’ claim that whoever controls the purse strings, controls everything?

So we can be sure of an invasion? said Elizabeth.

We have been occupied by slow and imperceptible degrees since 1973 by the traitors who had sold their country, their birthright, for a mess of pottage. Since England was united under the Normans, and Britain under James I in 1603 and by Queen Anne in 1707, no power on earth has been able to defeat and subjugate these islands by frontal military assault. Although it is a cold comfort, it is still nevertheless a comfort, that we have been defeated and occupied by our own Vichy style quislings – naive starry eyed idealists who did not understand the true nature of the EU – and the general apathy and laziness of the vast majority of the British people. The war that is to come will be in essence a civil war supported by USE foreign mercenaries with the financial backing of the ECB and all the resources, vast resources, which Brussels can muster, said Christopher.

What then are the chances for the British Resistance, this new militia formed by Sir Edwin Hayton and his government? asked Elizabeth.

Christopher stared into the dull red glow of the fire before answering, then sombrely replied – It has the potential to put up a good fight and a long fight, but in straight pitched battles on the field, it cannot last for long. Hayton’s military planners are aware of this I’m sure and have no doubt made contingency plans for guerilla warfare in the event of the patriotic armed forces being overcome by the vastly superior USE military engine.

The flames in the grate flickered and died and the faltering glow of the cinders reminded Elizabeth of her World War I history lessons to the children; in particular she recalled the words of the then Foreign Secretary Sir Edward Grey, "the lamps of Europe are going out, and I fear they