Last night I watched the remembrance ceremony from Westminster Abbey. It was incredibly moving. I also proudly turned the lights off and sat by the light of a single candle to join in with the the #lightsout campaign.
“The lamps are going out all over Europe; we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.” Sir Edward Grey, British Foreign Secretary, 1914
My Grandfather was in the Royal Horse Artillery and spent three years in places like Ypres and Passchendaele. Like many of his generation he never spoke about it and I was too young to ask before he died. I can’t begin to comprehend the horrors he and others lived with on a daily basis for those years but I totally understand that they would never want to think or talk about them again. I for one am grateful to all those who so selflessly were willing to, and did, give their lives in the hope that we would all have a better future.
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.”
Taken from Laurence Binyon’s poem, “For the Fallen”,
The last few weeks seem to have passed in a haze of routine and nothing out of the ordinary. Weekends have been filled with working in my local pub, running and relaxing with friends in the sunshine. The long, warm sunny evenings really have been wonderful and are very conducive to not doing much at all but enjoying them. It feels a little like filling up the sunshine tank in preparation for the cooler and darker days later in the year.
The pub garden catches the sun of an evening so is a delightful spot to relax and unwind. As I collect countless glasses the smell of lavender wafts around reminding me of warm summer holidays in France.
The weekdays have passed with dog agility, running, guitar lessons and guitar practice so there has been little time for anything else, not even much crafty stuff. Although there have been some snatched moments in dappled sunshine when I have kicked off my shoes and relaxed for a few stolen moments. (Well I say relaxing but unpicking Fyberspates Faery Wings has produced some surprisingly colourful language!!)
My hairy hound has struggled to stay cool in all this gorgeous sunshine so has taken to resting under the redcurrant bush in the shade
I suspect a haircut might be in the offing for the hairy hound in an effort to keep him cooler. I don’t think he will like that much!
Fingers crossed the warm weather continues