The church bell chimed 100 times then the bugler played the last post as the Red Dragon fluttered in the soft breeze and a couple of gulls wheeled in the clear blue sky. 100 years since the start of WW1, 70 years since D-Day. We go to a Remembrance service every year, this year it was noticeable how few veterans from WW2 were present.
When Charlie's Dad died aged 86, we were clearing out his things from the old coal shed where he used to keep his fishing tackle and work boots. His cap hung on a nail on the back of the immaculately painted door and on the top shelf, amongst neatly labelled tins of drill bits and washers, I found this little pot of sand...
I struggle to imagine him landing on that beach in June 1944 and stopping to scoop up some sand. Back home in Liverpool, his wife was pregnant with their third child (my husband, Charlie). Had he taken a bullet that day, as many of his comrades did, my Charlie would never have known his Dad.
Thanks Pop xx
'I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out 'til sundown, for going out, I found was really going in.' John Muir
I've seen the top of Everest (from a long way off), smelled the breath of a whale (from way too close) and lived on a boat in Greece (for a few years), but I continue to experience some of my most precious moments right outside my backdoor.
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