Writing about the current crisis of democracy in Britain. The title of this site comes from Wordsworth's stirring sonnet:
It is not to be thought of that the Flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
Hath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood,"
Roused though it be full often to a mood
Which spurns the check of salutary bands,
That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands
Should perish; and to evil and to good
Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung
Armoury of the invincible Knights of old:
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.—In every thing we are sprung
Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.
The library in the picture isn't in Britain, but it has an excellent ceiling, and Czech freedom matters too. This site has no connection to the defunct British Freedom Party, and any similarity in nomenclature can only be ascribed to my haste in acquiring a domain name.