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I'm on Holiday ... but I'm not!

I used to find it really difficult to switch off from work when I was on holiday.

In fact, I got to loathe the idea of a “holiday” because it often became another way of saying I was working from a different chair, or a different country, I would respond to emails and messages no matter where I was, what I was doing, or who I was with. Even when I was on holiday with my children, work still found a way in.

But over the last couple of years, something in me has changed; here I am now, waiting for a flight to Spain with my wife, and work could not be further from my mind.

And honestly, it feels brilliant.Want to know how I flicked that switch?

1. I’m gone

As my holiday gets closer, I let people in the business and key suppliers know I’ll be away.

Not half away. Not “still checking emails” away. Properly away.

I’m on holiday, and I’m gone. Period.

I think giving people clear notice before you leave is a great form of professional respect. Everyone knows where they stand, and nobody is left guessing. And you can start to get support to get some major projects closer to a answer before you leave.

2. The handoff

I hate the soft handoff with a passion; you know the one: “I'm going away, but you can contact me if it’s an absolute emergency.”

It's a statement that sounds helpful, but it keeps the door open; and once the door is open, work starts to creep in, and lots of things become an emergancy and need your attention ... but you allowed it.

So now what I do is I assign clear owners to every active project and/or task before I go away. Everyone in the business knows what is happening, who is responsible, and what needs to move forward.

More importantly, they know I trust them to make decisions while I’m not there, and I have some decent processes in place with plenty of checks and balanced.

My goal is to return to projects that have moved on, not a pile of “waiting for your approval” emails.

To be honest, I’m not that important anyway. I only thought I was 😀

3. Become a digital loner

I never used to mute work notifications; then I started muting them, but that still meant I could check them whenever I wanted. And of course, I did.

Now I go further, and II now delete key 'work' apps from my phone while I’m away, Outlook, Teams, and the softphone app, they all go, so I physically can't be interrupted, or be tempted to take a look. I can always easily reinstall them when I get back anyway. 

If I’m not looking at work messaging apps, I’m not thinking about work problems. It sounds a bit extreme, but the psychological weight that lifts is pure bliss. 

4. Buffer day(s)

I used to get back home after a holiday and go straight back to work the next day. In fact, once we got back early in the morning during the week, and by the afternoon I had logged back on. 

Now I make sure I have at least one full buffer day, preferably two. This gives me time to acclimatise and get back into a normal daily rhythm before I get cracking with work again. 

During these buffer days, I do not reinstall apps. I still count them as holiday days… because they are!

 

These four things alone have made my breaks calmer, cleaner, and far more peaceful.

And to be honest, they are usually well overdue.

My Fantasy Dinner Party Guest List

I’ve always kept a list on my phone of people I’d invite to a dinner party.

Now that I’ve got this digital garden, it felt like the right place to share it. It’s a bit of a mixed bag. Some are still with us, some are long gone, and a couple aren’t even real… but they’ve earned their seat at the table all the same.

I don’t even know if there are rules for this kind of thing. Should it be a set number of guests? Should it only include people who are alive and could actually turn up? Or is the whole point that there are no rules?

I’ve got no clear answer yet, so for now I’m just letting it grow. I’ll figure out my own rules as I go… or maybe I won’t.

Here’s the current guest list:

  • Derek William Dick (Fish) – for the great singalong
  • Warwick Davis – grounded, funny, and quietly wise
  • Stephen Fry – effortless intelligence and warmth
  • Norman Wisdom – nostalgia and so funny
  • Stan Laurel – gentle humour, perfectly timed
  • Richard Branson – big ideas and bigger stories
  • Paul Daniels – a touch of magic at the table
  • David Nixon – classic showmanship
  • Bobby Ball – warmth and one funny guy
  • Paul Gascoigne – unpredictable, but unforgettable
  • Sandi Toksvig – sharp, kind, and brilliantly funny
  • Tim Allen - for his wit, entertainment stories and I'd like to talk politics with him as I'm particularly interested in his Libertarianism views.
  • Richard E Grant – energy, honesty, and joy
  • George Best – talent and tales in equal measure
  • John Cooper Clarke – sharp words, delivered perfectly
  • Dick Van Dyke – pure charm
  • Bruce Wayne – because why not
  • Charles Hawtrey – chaos, comedy and my grans fave
  • Lee Mack – quick wit, no pause button
  • Fred Dibnah – stories from a different world
  • Ade Edmondson – a bit of edge
  • Steve Harris – the stories and a quick lesson
  • Karen Carpenter – a voice you’d want to hear live
  • Steve Pemberton – clever, dark humour
  • Audrey Hepburn – grace and perspective
  • Buster Keaton – silent, but says everything
  • Tom Hanks – easy company
  • Herbert Henry Scaife – my great grandfather; I’d just love to meet him
  • Steve Davis – calm, thoughtful, unexpected humour
  • Freddie Mercury – presence that fills a room
  • Paul Heaton – grounded, sharp observations
  • Grayson Perry – perspective and honesty
  • Monty Don – calm and balance

I suspect this list will keep changing. New names will come in, others might quietly drop out.

That probably says more about me than it does about the guest list.

I might do a seating plan at some time, that will be fun! 



AI just can't write copy

I’ve been using AI for a while now at work, and one of the tasks I have tried to use it for is to help me with website descriptions for our construction products.

And if I’m honest… it keeps missing the mark.

It gets close sometimes. The structure is there. The words are there. But it rarely feels like something that would actually make a customer stop, think, and buy ... and that’s when it clicked for me. AI doesn’t struggle because it’s slow or badly trained. It struggles because it simply isn’t human.

It has no empathy. No lived experience. No real sense of what it feels like to be the person reading the page and deciding whether to trust you or not!

So instead of sharp, persuasive copy, you get something else. Safe. Repetitive. A bit hollow.

You can throw better prompts at it. You can guide it, tweak it, refine it. I’ve tried all of that. But it still falls into the same patterns, because that’s what it’s built to do.

AI has been developed to spot patterns in data and leans into them. It writes in a rhythm that feels right on the surface, but it doesn’t really mean anything. There’s no intent or passion behind the words, and for me, thats the fundamental problem. Good copy isn’t just about sounding right. It’s about understanding people, then choosing words that nudge them to act.

That part still needs a human.

That said, I don’t think AI is useless. Far from it.

It’s great for getting started. It helps with structure, rough drafts, and getting ideas down quickly. It speeds things up, especially when you’re staring at a blank page.

But the real work still happens afterwards. That’s where tone, judgement, and experience come in. That’s where something average turns into something that actually works.

It’s also why proper copywriting still matters. Not just words on a page, but words that reflect your business, your brand, your customers, and the way you want to be seen. That kind of work is hard to fake.

If you’re interested in that side of things, there is more chat over at Yorkshire Writers. It’s just two of us, writing in a way that sounds like real people, because that’s what readers respond to.

AI has a place. I use it most day ... but writing copy that connects with people… that still comes down to people.

PSPO Zones for All

Last summer we had a terrible time on our main road; cars, motorbikes, and even quad bikes were roaring up and down the road at all hours. At times it genuinely felt like certain people were using it as their own personal race track.

I mentioned it to our local Liberal Democrat councillor and, to be fair, within days they had contacted the Chief Constable of West Yorkshire Police and managed to get the road designated as a Public Spaces Protection Order (PSPO) zone.

PSPO zones are designed to tackle anti-social behaviour in specific areas. They can cover things like nuisance driving, public drinking, begging, intimidation, and other behaviour that affects local residents. Breaching a PSPO can lead to fixed penalty notices, fines of up to £1,000, or even prosecution.

From what I understand these zones normally last for three years, although they can be renewed if the problems continue.

But it did get me thinking...

Why do we wait until residents complain before action is taken? Should busy residential roads, shopping areas, and city centres automatically have some form of PSPO protection in place from the start?

I’m sure there’s a cost involved in creating and enforcing these zones, but in our area it genuinely seems to have worked. The road is noticeably quieter and calmer now.

So if they work this well, why not use them far more widely?

I Hate Deadlines

I honestly don't think there are enough negative words to get across how much I hate deadlines.

Especially short deadlines. Usually I get these at work when someone else hasn't passed a task to me as early as they could have done, or they’ve overpromised on a delivery, usually to a customer, or someone else hasn't done something so it suddenly falls to me.

These last-minute or urgent tasks seem to be getting more and more common. They can, and often do, leave me feeling completely drained. I can go home physically and mentally exhausted, with no energy to do anything personally fulfilling.

Now don't get me wrong, sometimes these last-minute tasks can be a challenge, and that can actually be exciting. I love that side of my role. I've moved away from a strategic role to a more tactical one, so I do enjoy these sorts of tasks ... just not too many urgent ones in the same week.

Anyway, my conclusion through all this is that I hate deadlines. I know we need them, but only when they are used properly.

I remember being told many years ago that deadlines should really only be used when something genuinely bad will happen if you miss them. Not just because someone says, “I sent you an email last week, have you done it yet?” “No.” “Well, could you look at it today for me please?” ... why? Just because you asked me to do something ast week and I haven't yet, well perhaps in the list of tasks I have to complete, YOUR task isn't important!

And don't even get me started on the term "ASAP". That word should be banned because almost everyone uses it wrongly.

I actually find deadlines work best when they are external and carry real consequences. If you miss them, you damage the reputation of the business, lose income, or severely embarrass both the business and yourself. Again though, not when someone else has overpromised something to a customer or supplier.

Do you also find that deadlines are often set arbitrarily by people with very little technical context, or by people who don't really understand your role and what's involved? I do!

I tend to find that a task takes as long as it takes. Setting an arbitrary deadline, especially a tight one, usually just means the work won't be as good.

As part of my thinking (or ranting) about time and time management at work, I've also written about what I'm currently calling Attention Tax.

Fairemail for Android is a GREAT app

I probably don’t sing the praises of software enough, no probably about it, I definately don't!

Some software is awful. Some is bloated, overcomplicated, and seems to exist mainly to make simple jobs harder. But every now and then you find something that quietly does exactly what you need it to do.

FairEmail has been one of those for me.

Over the past couple of months, I’ve been getting around 100 spam emails a day landing in my inbox. Not my spam folder. My actual inbox.

Some of them were painfully obvious. Sender names like “C0stc0”, “0maha Steaks”, and every strange variation in between. The sort of thing you’d look at for half a second and know straight away it wasn’t right.

But technically, they must have been well put together, because they were getting through Heart Internet’s SpamAssassin filters with a spam score of around 1.3. Their spam recognition target at the time was 2, so these emails were being treated as fine.

They clearly weren’t.

I wanted to get it sorted quickly, so I downloaded FairEmail. It took a little bit of getting used to, but once I understood how it worked, it made the whole problem much easier to manage.

I could permanently delete spam emails with very little effort. No dragging things around. No fiddling. No repeatedly seeing the same rubbish sitting there, annoying me. That alone was enough to make me feel a bit more in control of the inbox again.

I was so pleased with it that I paid the £6.99 for the Pro features. Not because I had to, but because it had already proved useful enough to be worth paying for.

Once I’d got the spam under better control on my side, I contacted Heart Internet as well. To be fair to them, they looked into it and I think they were a little surprised that so many emails were being flagged as fine when, to any normal person, they obviously weren’t.

They then made some changes across their eight email servers and it worked.

The number of spam emails getting through to my spam folder dropped by around 75%. That is a massive improvement, especially when it had been feeling like a daily battle just to keep on top of it.

Now, with Heart Internet filtering things better and FairEmail helping me deal with the few that still slip through, I might get one or two spam emails reaching my inbox each day.

That’s fine. I can live with that.

It’s easy to complain when software or services don’t work properly. I’ve done plenty of that. But it’s also worth saying when something does work.

In this case, FairEmail did its job, Heart Internet responded properly, and my inbox is usable again.

That feels like a cracking win to me.

Herbert Henry Scaife

Herbert Henry Scaife was my paternal great grandad.

He was Private 205681, 2/4th Battalion, King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, part of 187th Brigade in the 62nd (2nd West Riding) Division. He was born in Snaith in 1886, enlisted at Knottingley, and was killed in action on 27 November 1917 during the Battle of Cambrai.

He had no known grave. His name is commemorated on Panel 8 of the Cambrai Memorial at Louverval, Nord, France.

I never knew him, of course. But I am incredibly proud of him. To me, he was a hero.

There is another thought I keep coming back to with my great grandad. Herbert had a son before he went to war. My grandad, Austin William Scaife, was born in 1913.

If the timing had been different, even by a couple of years, I would not be here writing this.

That is always a strange thought to sit with. 

Before France

Herbert had previously served with the Durham Light Infantry. His earlier numbers are recorded as 59279 and Private 96547, before he later became Private 205681 with the King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry.

For a long time, I knew very little about Herbert’s actual military service. Then I came across a report in the Pontefract and Castleford Express from August 1918.

The article explained that Herbert had enlisted on 30 October 1914 and first went to France on 28 August 1915 with the Durham Light Infantry. It also confirmed that he was wounded in November 1915 and returned to England for treatment.

That changes his story quite a bit.  He was not pulled into the Army by later conscription. Herbert was an early volunteer. He joined only a few months after the outbreak of war and reached France during 1915, long before conscription was introduced in 1916.

Like many First World War soldiers, Herbert held more than one service number during his time in the Army. Numbers were issued by individual regiments and often changed when a man was transferred, reclassified, wounded, or moved between battalions.

It is not yet fully confirmed which Durham Light Infantry battalion he served with, although the timing suggests one of the New Army battalions, possibly the 9th Battalion.

Herbert Scaife
Pontefract & Castleford Express   |   30th August 1918   |   Page 3
A Knottingley Soldier Long Reported Missing
Now Reported Deceased

Pvte Hbt Scaife, K.O.Y.L.I., the husband of Mrs Margt Scaife of Albert Cottages, Knottingley, was reported missing on November 27th 1917.

Every endeavour has been made to obtain reliable information concerning him, but without success. The British Red Cross stated in April last year that every possible enquiry had been instituted, all ineffectually.

The Military have now written the widow that he is dead. Pvte Scaife joined the army on October 30th 1914 and went to France on August 28th 1915.

He was wounded in November of that year and came back to England for treatment. He was drafted again to France on November _th 1917 and three weeks later was reported missing.

He leaves beside the widow two children.

Why did Herbert go to war?

I sometimes wonder what drove him to sign up.

It is easy to think of it as simple national pride, but it was rarely that straightforward. For men like Herbert, it was often a mix of duty, pressure, family responsibility, and the feeling that ordinary men were expected to do their bit.

Britain did not have full conscription at the start of the war. Men volunteered throughout 1914 and 1915. Herbert joined the Army on 30 October 1914, only a few months after war broke out.

Herbert was born in 1886, so he was around 28 years old when he enlisted. He was also already a husband and a father.

That changes how I think about him.

He was not some unattached young lad chasing adventure. He was a man with a family. He had already built part of his life before the war took him away from it.

The newspaper report from 1918 also stated that he left behind a widow and two children.

We may never know exactly what he felt when he left. Duty, pressure, fear, pride, resignation, all of them may have played a part. There was no television and no social media. Most people experienced the war through newspapers, official announcements, posters, rumours, and conversations in the street.

The message around him was often that Britain was doing its duty, that the war had to be fought, and that ordinary men were expected to answer the call.

But what affects me most is this:

Herbert had already survived the war once.

He went to France in 1915, was wounded that same year, and returned home to recover. At some point afterwards, he was transferred into the King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry and drafted back to France again in November 1917.

By then, he already knew what modern war looked like. He had seen the trenches before. He knew the danger. He knew what shellfire sounded like. He knew what happened to men there.

That changes the way I think about him even more.

He did not go into Cambrai as someone chasing adventure or glory. He went back because soldiers were needed again.

Three weeks later, he was reported missing.

1915: Training and first service with the Durham Light Infantry

Because Herbert went to France on 28th August 1915, his early training must have taken place before then.

His training would have involved route marches with full kit, rifle practice, bayonet drill, trench digging, night exercises, gas drill, and repeated inspections. At this time Herbert has the service number 59279.

The men had to learn how to move as a unit, obey orders quickly, and keep going when tired, wet, cold, and hungry.

This was not glamorous training. It was marching, drilling, digging, cleaning equipment, waiting for orders, and doing it all again the next day.

17 September 1915: France

Herbert’s medal card records his qualifying date as 17 September 1915 (so he has been over there a little over two weeks, with France as his theatre of war.

That date does not tell us exactly where he was standing on that day, but it does tell us that he had crossed from Britain to the Western Front.

He would probably have travelled by rail to a south coast port, then crossed the Channel by troopship. After landing in France, soldiers were often moved inland by train, sometimes in French railway wagons marked “40 hommes / 8 chevaux”, meaning 40 men or 8 horses.

For Herbert, this was the point where the war stopped being training, speeches, posters, and kit inspections. It became real.

1915 to 1916: The Durham Light Infantry period

The exact Durham Light Infantry battalion Herbert served with has not yet been confirmed.

Research suggests he may have been with one of the Durham Light Infantry’s New Army battalions, possibly the 9th Battalion, because the timing of his arrival in France fits that story. I believe that around this time his service number was 96547.

If that is correct, Herbert would have experienced the Western Front long before he joined the 2/4th KOYLI.

Life at the front was usually built around rotation. A battalion would spend time in the front line, then support trenches, then reserve, then rest.

Rest rarely meant comfort. It often meant carrying supplies, cleaning kit, repairing roads, moving ammunition, and preparing to go back to the front line.

Research suggests Herbert may have lived through trench conditions in late 1915: mud, lice, rats, cold meals, wet socks, shellfire, sentry duty, and the constant need to stay alert. But it wasn't to last long, a piece written after his death in the Pontefract and Castleford Express showed that he was wounded in November 1915, and he came back to England for treatment.

Transfer to the King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry

By the time he later served with the King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, he was not new to war, already transferred back to England because of a wound in November 1915, he was drafted again to France in November 1917 (2 years later), this time he became part of The King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry.

I suppose it makes sense, men moved to where the Army needed them; units took losses, drafts were sent forward, and soldiers were reallocated between regiments and battalions, or in Herbets case, just drafted into a new division and regiment.

So Herbert became Private 205681 in the 2/4th Battalion, King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry.

The 2/4th Battalion KOYLI was part of 187th Brigade in the 62nd (2nd West Riding) Division.

January 1917: The 2/4th KOYLI in France

The 2/4th KOYLI landed at Le Havre on 15 January 1917.

From January 1917, the 62nd Division concentrated in the Third Army area between the rivers Canche and Authie.

February to March 1917: The Ancre

The 62nd Division’s first listed fighting on the Western Front came during the operations on the Ancre, from 15 February to 13 March 1917.

This placed the division in the hard, damaged country left by the Somme fighting. The men would have found broken trenches, shell holes, wire, mud, and villages reduced to ruins.

Herbert’s future battalion was now learning, or relearning, the rhythm of front-line life within a new division.

March to April 1917: The German retreat to the Hindenburg Line

In March 1917, the German Army withdrew to the Hindenburg Line. The 62nd Division took part in the British advance that followed.

The battalion that Herbert would eventually join would have moved through abandoned and destroyed ground. The German withdrawal left roads blocked, wells damaged, buildings ruined, and traps behind.

The British were advancing, but they were advancing into devastation.

This was not the old image of men sitting still in trenches that we are used to seeing in those documentaries on the History channels on a Sunday afternoon; it was movement, patrols, uncertainty, and the constant risk of hidden machine guns or shellfire.

3 to 17 May 1917: Bullecourt

The 62nd Division fought at Bullecourt during the Second Battle of Bullecourt, from 3 to 17 May 1917.

Bullecourt was part of the wider Arras fighting. It was a grim and costly battle against German positions linked to the Hindenburg Line.

The experience of soldiers here would have included heavy shellfire, attacks over broken ground, damaged trenches, and the shock of seeing modern defensive fire at close range.

By this point, the battalion was no longer new to war.

Summer and Autumn 1917: Holding the line

After Bullecourt, the division remained on the Western Front. The months between major battles were still dangerous.

Herbert’s daily life may have included trench repair, wiring parties, sentry duty, ration carrying, lice, rats, cold meals, wet socks, and the constant need to stay alert.

Wiring parties repaired or added barbed wire entanglements, often at night, close to No Man’s Land.

Men “stood-to” at dawn and dusk, meaning they were on high alert with weapons ready, because those were common times for attacks.

Letters from home mattered. So did hot tea, dry socks, and a few hours of sleep. Small things became big things.

November 1917: Moving towards Cambrai

By November 1917, the 62nd Division was in the Havrincourt sector, south-west of Cambrai. This is where Herbert rejoined the war (possibly 3rd to 6th November)after two years out, back in England recovering from a wound he sustained in 1915.

This area mattered because it sat in front of the Hindenburg Line. Cambrai itself was an important German supply centre, and the ground around Bourlon Ridge became one of the key objectives.

The 187th Brigade included the 2/4th KOYLI. Herbert, fresh again to war, was now moving towards the battle that would take his life.

20 November 1917: Havrincourt and the opening of Cambrai

The Battle of Cambrai began at about 6.30am on 20 November 1917.

The attack was unusual because it used tanks in large numbers. The British also used a predicted artillery barrage, a method where guns were aimed using calculations rather than a long registration bombardment. That helped preserve surprise.

The 62nd Division attacked near Havrincourt. The 187th Brigade advanced with the 2/5th KOYLI on the left and the 2/4th KOYLI on the right.

The 2/4th KOYLI attacked through the German defences around Havrincourt. The division pushed through the Hindenburg Line and helped take Havrincourt, then advanced towards Graincourt and the approaches to Bourlon Ridge.

For the men involved, this must have been a strange day. Tanks were moving ahead, artillery fire was crashing over the German line, and ground that had seemed impossible to cross was suddenly being taken.

But success came at a cost. The 2/4th KOYLI suffered heavy casualties on 20 November, with more than 200 killed, wounded, or missing.

21 November 1917: The advance slows

On 21 November, the early momentum began to fade.

The British had made a large gain, but they had not fully taken Bourlon Ridge. German resistance stiffened, and counter-attacks began around the newly captured ground.

Herbert’s battalion may have been involved in holding captured positions, reorganising after the first attack, moving supplies forward, and preparing for further action.

After a major attack, battalions rarely became neat and tidy again straight away. Men were missing, companies were mixed, officers had been hit, communications were in disarray, and nobody had eaten, rested, or slept properly.

22 November 1917: Towards Bourlon

By 22 November, fighting had developed around Fontaine, Anneux, and the approaches to Bourlon Wood.

The 62nd Division had advanced far, but it was now exposed. The German Army was recovering from the shock of the first day and bringing in reinforcements.

The men in this area would have faced shellfire, machine-gun fire, confused orders, and difficult movement over broken ground.

The battle was changing from a breakthrough into a hard fight to hold and extend the gains.

23 November 1917: Bourlon becomes the objective

On 23 November, the fighting increasingly centred on Bourlon Wood and Bourlon Ridge.

The 62nd Division had been heavily engaged since the opening day. Other units were brought into the fight, but the West Riding men had already helped open the way.

Herbert and the 2/4th KOYLI were likely still close to the Havrincourt, Graincourt, Anneux, and Bourlon area during this period.

The exact company-level position is not confirmed from the records I have seen so far.

24 to 26 November 1917: Waiting, holding, and moving under fire

The days between 24 and 26 November are difficult to place exactly without the battalion war diary page in front of me. It is something I would like to look at properly one day. But the wider battle gives us a strong sense of what was happening.

Herbert’s battalion was likely either holding captured ground, moving between support and forward positions, or preparing for renewed action around Bourlon.

These days may have been worse than the opening attack in some ways.

There was waiting. There was shelling. There was the strain of not knowing when orders would come. Men tried to sleep in trenches, dugouts, or shell holes. Rations and water had to be brought forward. Wounded men had to be carried back.

Late November in northern France was cold. Wet boots, mud, frost, tiredness, and fear would all have been part of the experience.

27 November 1917: Herbert’s death

Herbert was not immediately reported dead. Like many soldiers lost during the fighting at Cambrai (and many other battles), he was first listed as missing.

For months, the family waited for news while enquiries were made through military channels and the British Red Cross. Missing men were sometimes found wounded, captured, or recovering in hospitals, so families often lived with hope for a long time after the fighting had ended.

But we know that no reliable information about Herbert was ever found.

So, in August 1918, more than eight months after he disappeared during the fighting around Bourlon Wood, the Army finally informed his widow that he was now presumed dead.

Because his body was never identified or recovered, Herbert’s name is remembered on the Cambrai Memorial at Louverval rather than on a marked grave.

So officially Herbert Henry Scaife was killed in action on 27th November 1917. The date is shockingly important, Herbert has been drafted and back in the war for only three weeks!

By the 27th, the battalion had already been in action for a week.

War diary records for the division show continued fighting around Bourlon Wood and the nearby village. The ground was contested, and attacks were met with strong resistance.

Herbert was in or near the forward positions during this phase, likely somewhere between Anneux and Bourlon, where the fighting was at its most intense.

Casualties were heavy. Units were reduced in strength, and control was difficult to maintain once attacks began.

It was during this fighting that Herbert was presumed killed in action.

I was lucky enough to visit the Cambrai Memorial at Louverval, France, on 23 September 2017, almost one hundred years after Herbert was killed.

It is a beautiful, peaceful place. I remember standing there thinking that if he could not rest back home with his family in Yorkshire, he would probably have liked this quiet spot.

We left a small posy of poppies for him.

RIP Great Grandad Scaife.

 



Timeline

1886: Herbert Henry Scaife is born in Snaith.

1913: His son, Austin William Scaife, is born.

August 1914: The First World War begins. Herbert is around 28 years old and already a father.

30th November 1914: Private Herbert Scaife joined the army.

Spring to early summer 1915: Herbert likely enlists in the Durham Light Infantry. This date is estimated from his service number and the fact that he was already in France by September 1915.

28th August 1915: Herbert enters a theatre of war in France with the Durham Light Infantry.

November 1915: Herbert is wounded and returned back to England.

15th January 1917: The 2/4th KOYLI lands at Le Havre. If Herbert was already in France, he may have joined the battalion there.

15th February to 13th March 1917: The 62nd Division takes part in operations on the Ancre.

March to April 1917: The division advances during the German retreat to the Hindenburg Line.

3rd to 17th May 1917: The division fights at Bullecourt during the Arras fighting.

Summer to Autumn 1917: Herbert serves through the routine dangers of the Western Front. Exact battalion positions need the full war diary.

November 1917: After recovery and recuperation, Herbert is drafted back into the war, this time as a Private in the Kings Own Light Infantry (205681), at this time, the 62nd Division moves into the Havrincourt sector, south-west of Cambrai.

20th November 1917: The Battle of Cambrai begins. The 2/4th KOYLI attacks on the right of 187th Brigade near Havrincourt.

21st to 26th November 1917: Research suggests the battalion remains in the Cambrai battle area as British forces push towards Bourlon Ridge and fight to hold captured ground.

27th November 1917: Herbert is killed in action during the Cambrai fighting, most likely connected with the fighting around Bourlon Wood and Bourlon village.

Command

The 2/4th KOYLI was part of 187th Brigade, 62nd (2nd West Riding) Division.

The battalion commander during the Cambrai fighting is recorded as Lieutenant-Colonel R. E. Power.

The 62nd Division was commanded by Major-General Sir Walter Braithwaite.

Medals

Herbert’s medal card shows that he entered a theatre of war on 17 September 1915. That means he qualified for the 1914–15 Star.

He would also have been entitled to the British War Medal and the Victory Medal.

Together, these three medals were sometimes known as Pip, Squeak, and Wilfred.

All unfortunately lost or misplaced, but the memory of Herbert hasn't gone. 

Why I’m here

I keep coming back to my grandad, Austin William Scaife.

He was born in 1913, before Herbert went to war. If Herbert had gonea nd joined the army earlier, or if life had unfolded in a slightly different order, Austin may never have been born.

And if Austin had not been born, I would not be here.

That makes this story feel very close.

It is not just military history. It is family history. It is the thin thread that connects a man born in Snaith in 1886 to me, sitting here more than a century later, trying to understand where he went and what happened to him.

Remembering Herbert

It is hard to write about someone you never met and still feel close to them.

But I do.

Herbert Henry Scaife was not just a name, a number, or a line on a memorial. He was a man born in Snaith who lived and enlisted in Knottingley, trained for war, crossed to France, endured the trenches, fought at Cambrai, and never came home.

His name is at Louverval because his body was never found. That feels unbearably sad, but it also means his name stands with thousands of others who gave everything and were not brought back.

I am proud of him.

I never knew him, but I know enough.




 

The Young Mans Haircut

I spent some time this weekend at a Turkish barber. I’ve always admired the craftsmanship in these places btw, there is a specific kind of intentional care they bring to the cuts that you rarely find in traditional salons.

​Anyway, toward the end of the cut, the barber paused and asked whether I usually style my hair up in a quiff or down over my forehead. When I told him "up," he smiled and noted that wearing it down would make me look younger.

​Being in my late 50s, the idea of "looking younger" isn't a primary goal of mine, in fact, I think trying too hard to recapture youth often looks a bit daft. However, the comment sparked a bit of digital curiosity. I decided to use AI to generate a version of myself with a younger mans hairstyle just to see the contrast.

​The result? It confirmed my instinct. While the AI could change the hair and smooth the edges, I much prefer the reality. There’s a certain comfort in looking like the age you actually are.

My Original Cut
The Original Cut

AI version 1
AI Version 1

AI Version 2
AI Version 2

AI Version 3
AI Version 3