Black and white photograph of a policeman standing in flood water at the edge of the River Avon Black and white photograph of a policeman standing in flood water at the edge of the River Avon Show image info

Flooding in Bath, 1937. Ref: PX/37

A Policeman's Lot

Written in 2019 by a member of a creative writing class, through a collaboration between Bath Record Office and the St. John’s Foundation.

I'm a disgruntled copper, 
My name is PC Plod.
Bath's had another horrific flooding,
Some say it's an 'act of God'.

My beat is the Broad Quay area,
Adjacent to the river.
I guard the unrailed foot path
And repel fools who come hither.

The low-life up in Avon Street,
Yell out from upper floors.
There'll be a reduction in corruption,
While they are confined indoors.

A miscellany of floating craft 
Rides by on the river swell,
Rescuing people where they can
They'll have some tales to tell.

They wave to me as they sweep by
But offer no relief,
I see no end to this duty
I'm fed up to the teeth.

I'm wet and cold and hungry 
The water's reached my knees
My boot are overflowing 
And my toes are in deep freeze

They sky is darkening again
They'll be more rain I fear 
My sergeant is a sadist
If he plans to leave me here 

I take the rough with the smooth
But when all is said and done 
At times like this you must agree 
A policeman's lot is not a happy one 

 Anne Salter, February – March 2019