Repatriations
The Wiltshire town of Royal Wootton Bassett is where people decided to pay their respects to fallen British military personnel as they were repatriated back into the United Kingdom. The respectful cortege used to make its way by road from RAF Lyneham in Wiltshire to John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxfordshire.
I began covering the Royal Wootton Bassett tributes since the early days, when only the Royal British Legion and townsfolk would pause on the High Street and salute as the cortege slowly drove through town. Since those small gatherings it organically grew into a full 'repatriation' event with tolling bells, a minutes silence for each of the fallen and a chance for families, friends, colleagues and even compassionate strangers to lay flowers on the hearses. People really did travel from near, far and wide to pay their respects, including members of the Royal British Legion and their Riders branch, who all did a great job to organise and co-ordinate for the benefit of all those who attended.
Now the 'repatriation' event has moved to Carterton near RAF Brize Norton in Oxfordshire due to operational reasons. It is still a respectful event that is honoured by many of those who used to attend Royal Wootton Bassett. Although I sometimes cover the repatriations at the newly constructed 'purpose built' venue, it doesn't have the same feeling as standing on the kerbstones of Royal Wootton Bassett.
Shooting the repatriations at Royal Wootton Bassett was tough. Photographic technicalities aside – being original and creative, while also being very respectful, was a difficult balance. Being tucked away in an elevated viewpoint or having the freedom to move around didn't last for long as the ceremony grew. I always wore dark clothing, my phones were switched off, I took off my hat when the bell tolled and I didn't take photos during the minutes silence. In some ways putting the camera down for the silence, which was often punctuated with the tearful sound of grief, used to be the hardest part. However, it was my own chance to quietly pay respect - and as an ex-serviceman it always made the lump in my throat feel twice as large.
People didn't always react kindly to the presence of cameras on the High Street as the town fell quiet, but I'm very proud to have documented this important part of British military and social culture that grew and matured in Royal Wootton Bassett. I believe the images my fellow photographers and I captured showed the rest of the nation who couldn't attend and the wider global population, just how highly the British people regard our Armed Forces and how compassionate people in the UK really are.
This selection of images a just a few from the thousands I've taken
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I began covering the Royal Wootton Bassett tributes since the early days, when only the Royal British Legion and townsfolk would pause on the High Street and salute as the cortege slowly drove through town. Since those small gatherings it organically grew into a full 'repatriation' event with tolling bells, a minutes silence for each of the fallen and a chance for families, friends, colleagues and even compassionate strangers to lay flowers on the hearses. People really did travel from near, far and wide to pay their respects, including members of the Royal British Legion and their Riders branch, who all did a great job to organise and co-ordinate for the benefit of all those who attended.
Now the 'repatriation' event has moved to Carterton near RAF Brize Norton in Oxfordshire due to operational reasons. It is still a respectful event that is honoured by many of those who used to attend Royal Wootton Bassett. Although I sometimes cover the repatriations at the newly constructed 'purpose built' venue, it doesn't have the same feeling as standing on the kerbstones of Royal Wootton Bassett.
Shooting the repatriations at Royal Wootton Bassett was tough. Photographic technicalities aside – being original and creative, while also being very respectful, was a difficult balance. Being tucked away in an elevated viewpoint or having the freedom to move around didn't last for long as the ceremony grew. I always wore dark clothing, my phones were switched off, I took off my hat when the bell tolled and I didn't take photos during the minutes silence. In some ways putting the camera down for the silence, which was often punctuated with the tearful sound of grief, used to be the hardest part. However, it was my own chance to quietly pay respect - and as an ex-serviceman it always made the lump in my throat feel twice as large.
People didn't always react kindly to the presence of cameras on the High Street as the town fell quiet, but I'm very proud to have documented this important part of British military and social culture that grew and matured in Royal Wootton Bassett. I believe the images my fellow photographers and I captured showed the rest of the nation who couldn't attend and the wider global population, just how highly the British people regard our Armed Forces and how compassionate people in the UK really are.
This selection of images a just a few from the thousands I've taken
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