It’s a little while since I posted and, as I don’t want to get out of the blogging habit, this diary of sorts needs to be updated and so, here goes:
I had a bit of a Christmas shopping phase, buying smaller gifts again this year, bearing in mind...
Today, once again, I placed my poppy on the plaque dedicated to the young Canadian Airmen who crashed in 1944 not far from here, yet so far from home. A little later, I bumped into my friend in town and, on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of...
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset...
It’s been just over a week since the party. These photos were taken by several people, mainly The Suave Devil.
Here, E looks very calm even though there is a strange and spooky being right next to her!
There was apple bobbing …
and dancing …
and...
