I found this peculiar object at the river-mouth in Raglan, when I went south to Kiritehere to look for shell fossils.
Like other towns and cities in New Zealand Raglan is named after an English military commander - Field Marshal FitzRoy James Henry Somerset, 1st Baron Raglan, GCB, PC (30 September 1788 – 28 June 1855). Lord Raglan had a long military career and lost his right arm at the Battle of Waterloo (1815).
Lord Raglan became commander of the British troops sent to the Crimea in 1854: his primary objective was to defend Constantinople, and he was also ordered to besiege the Russian Port of Sevastopol. After an early success at the Battle of Alma, a failure to deliver orders with sufficient clarity caused the fateful Charge of the Light Brigade at the Battle of Balaclava. Despite further success at the Battle of Inkerman, a poorly coordinated allied assault on Sevastopol in June 1855 was a complete failure. Raglan died later that month, after having dysentery and depression.
See:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FitzRoy_Somerset,_1st_Baron_Raglan
Below: The Charge of the Light Brigade:
Raglan’s name was applied to the "raglan sleeve", which came into use in about 1855. After the loss of his arm in the Battle of Waterloo (1815) Lord Raglan commissioned a new coat design with fuller sleeves to accommodate his missing limb.
A raglan sleeve is a sleeve that extends in one piece fully to the collar, leaving a diagonal seam from underarm to collarbone, this style is popular today with sports teams - because it is wider and allows more freedom of movement.
An ambiguous order by Raglan in the Battle of Balaklava (October 25, 1854) led to the disastrous charge of the Light Cavalry Brigade under the 7th earl of Cardigan.
On campaign the Lord Cardigan wore a knitted waistcoat which came to be known as the "cardigan", this style became extremely fashionable and cardigans are still worn today.
Cardigans are open fronted and have buttons, whereas "pullovers" are closed at the front, and pulled over the head.
The Charge of the Light Brigade
I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
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